The teachers at the Soulmancer school are carefully selected from various major Soulmancer organizations, with their strengths typically around the intermediate Soulmancer level. This is almost a default expectation, considering they only need to recruit apprentices,sending overly strong elites is unnecessary, but too weak teachers would somewhat embarrass the Guilds.
William was planning to return to his small villa when he found Garen waiting for him at the door.
“You looking for me?” William raised an eyebrow at Garen, noting from his aura that Garen had indeed comprehended something significant. From having nothing, he had grasped new power, greatly enhancing his strength.
Garen, with a smile on his face, nodded, “Mr. Johnson, thank you for that sword strike. Without it, I fear I would have never touched the true essence of swordsmanship in my lifetime.”
“Uh-huh,” William nodded, “It’s your own talent that’s commendable, no need to thank me.”
Garen, not one to dilly-dally, made his request, “I have a favor to ask of you.”
“Go ahead.”
Garen smiled sheepishly, “I would like to join the school as a teacher. I wonder… is it possible?”
William couldn’t help but laugh, “You waited here for several days just for this?”
Garen spoke seriously, “I need your approval for this matter.”
William waved his hand dismissively, “I’m just a student, I have no say in this. If you want to be a teacher at the academy, talk to Steven yourself. I don’t have time to deal with you.” He then went into his house.
Garen was momentarily stunned. Should he really approach Steven?
Actually, Steven had already approached him and said that he could decide on such matters, but Garen insisted on getting William’s approval before daring to take up a teaching position at the school.
Back in his house, William checked his phone and saw that many apps were back to normal, including video apps, which indicated that ordinary people’s lives were mostly back to normal.
Indeed, undergoing the Soulmancer potential test for ordinary people was like buying a lottery ticket. Before the test was completed, it seemed like everyone held a ticket that might win big. After the test, most people found that their “tickets” hadn’t won, and they had to return to their regular lives.
Unaware in his house while binge-watching a series, William didn’t know that tensions were rising in the teachers’ office at the Soulmancer school…
The teachers, Soulmancers from various major organizations, were usually harmoniously chatting together. However, the atmosphere changed as Moros, guided by Steven, entered the office.
Steven felt obliged to introduce him to the other teachers: “Ladies and gentlemen, this is Maximus, an elder from the Crimson Emissaries Guild. He will also be joining our school as a teacher. I hope everyone can coexist peacefully.” .𝒎
“Crimson Emissaries Guild?”
This name was particularly jarring to the Soulmancer teachers. For thousands of years, the Crimson Emissaries Guild remained reclusive, avoiding contact with the outside world. There was an incident when the Emerald Lion Guild attempted to challenge them on Mount Fuji, aiming to take over their territory. However, the mid-level Soulmancer elites from Emerald Lion suffered heavy casualties.
Hearing this, other Guilds also sent their elites to besiege the Crimson Emissaries Guild, but the outcomes were similarly disastrous.
Even Garen, a legendary warrior who had reached Demi-God status at the time, personally intervened. Yet, he too was repelled within a few moves.
Since then, the Mount Fuji region became a forbidden area for Soulmancers, with no one daring to venture there lightly.
But mentioning the Crimson Emissaries Guild was a stain on the Soulmancer community’s pride. A group of Soulmancers had been utterly defeated by what they perceived as uncivilized barbarians.
The main issue was the loss of face!
Now, a member of the Crimson Emissaries Guild appearing before them, intending to teach? Did this imply that the Crimson Emissaries Guild was emerging from their seclusion to enter the civilized world?
Were they planning to compete for talented apprentices?
This is no longer just a matter of face.
The immense strength of the Crimson Emissaries Guild was well known to everyone present. If they started accepting numerous disciples, they could potentially overshadow all other Guilds.
We cannot allow such a thing to happen!
“Steven, I remember the Crimson Emissaries Guild being reclusive, aren’t they?” a representative from the Emerald Lion Guild, eyeing Moros, commented, “And this person doesn’t seem to be from the Crimson Emissaries tribe, does he?”
Steven quickly raised his hands in a conciliatory gesture, a broad smile on his face, hoping to keep the peace: “You may not be aware, but Elder Maximus here from the Crimson Emissaries Guild approached me just today, expressing a desire to join our school as a teacher.”
“What a great opportunity for everyone to exchange and learn from each other! There’s nothing wrong with that! Ha ha ha ha!”
Steven’s laughter rang out, only to slowly fade as he realized that no one else in the room was laughing. He quickly understood that these Soulmancers had a strong aversion to the Crimson Emissaries Guild.
His few words were not enough to dissolve such deep-seated prejudices.
“Mr. Maximus, let me find you another office,” Steven said in a low voice.
Moros, being a deity of witchcraft, naturally wouldn’t get upset over these trivial matters. Changing offices was a small thing for him.
“Sure! Just have them all leave! This office is mine now, I prefer not to share a room with others anyway.”
Moros had no objections to changing offices, but his idea was not for him to move, but for everyone else in the office to leave!
“…” Steven was momentarily taken aback and awkwardly suggested, “That doesn’t seem appropriate.”
He had intended to arrange a separate office for the “amiable” Elder Maximus, but now he realized that his new colleague might not be as affable as he thought.
“A wild man from the mountains, dressed in a suit and tie, trying to imitate civilized folks, it’s just hilarious,” a representative from another Guild laughed. He wasn’t sure if he could defeat this Maximus, but if he couldn’t fight him, couldn’t he at least mock him?
Humans may not have sharp claws or fangs like wild beasts, but words are undoubtedly their most powerful weapon.
Moros glanced towards the source of the voice, his gaze falling on the man.
The urge to kill arose within him!
But then he remembered William’s words about not breaking the law.
Murder is illegal, right?
“You, come here!” Moros pointed at the man and said, “I’ll stand here and let you hit me. Do you dare to make a move?”
The man, also a mid-level Soulmancer, found his smile freezing on his face as Moros provocatively challenged him in front of so many people.
“Stand still and let me hit you? Are you sure?”
Moros sneered, “You’re not so cowardly that you’re afraid to throw a punch, are you? If so, you’d better shut up!”
“Who’s afraid?” the Soulmancer snorted, murmuring a spell under his breath. His fingers crackled with electrical energy, and in the next moment, he lunged at Moros.
His two fingers jabbed at Moros’s chest.
“Ah!!”
To his shock, the Soulmancer’s fingers abruptly broke off, as if severed by some sharp instrument. Bizarrely, the blood that sprayed out vanished without a trace, not even staining Moros’s clothing.
The power of spatial manipulation was beyond the comprehension of these mid-level Soulmancers.
A smile spread across Moros’s face as he turned to Steven, saying, “You saw that, right Steven? I didn’t lay a hand on him. This counts as self-defense, doesn’t it?”
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