"0.2, just like Anna, the organ you transplanted must be very rare." Griffith's voice is gentle, making people feel like they want to get close to him.
'No wonder Anna keeps putting in good words for this guy. '
This thought flashed through Gumbutz's mind, and his smile remained unchanged: "Griffith, I'm curious. Why have you stayed in the lower teaching area for at least fifteen years?"
"District?" Confusion flashed across Griffith's handsome face, but he still explained: "I took on a long-term mission, which was issued by Shimobone Forest. It started ten years ago, ah, it was you and Anna who came here In the past five years, I was officially accepted and responsible for providing some guidance and assistance to you new apprentices. As a reward, I can take all lower teaching classes for free. I just went with you to pay the fee and introduce the teacher and classroom location. , these are all my tasks, of course there are more than these, there are others, if you have any needs, you can also come to me."
"For example, copying notes?" Gumbuz joked.
Griffith was startled, his eyes flashed strangely when he looked at Gumbutz, and he asked curiously:
"Gombuz, did you read those notes too?"
"I saw it accidentally." Gumbutz said.
"Then how do you feel?" Griffith slowed down a lot.
"Feeling? No feeling. I didn't look carefully, so... I didn't feel anything." Gumbuz touched his chin as he recalled.
"That's it," Griffith smiled, "my notes are too complicated. So, you give me the book, and I will use witchcraft to record my notes into your book. Over the past five years, I recorded a lot of new knowledge, even notes from advanced classes.”
Griffith winked at Gumbuz, and it seemed that the two of them had a good relationship.
"Do you have all the advanced knowledge? That's great." Gumbuz became excited and without thinking, he pressed the thick pile of books in his arms onto Griffith.
"It's a joke, I will return the book to you in class tomorrow." Griffith held the heavy book as if it was nothing and laughed from the bottom of his heart.
The next day, as soon as Gumbutz entered the teaching area, he saw Griffith standing at the door.
"Good morning, Gumbuz." Griffith handed over a pile of books.
"Good morning, Griffith." Gumbuz took the book.
Griffith glanced behind him, and Gumbuz explained casually: "This is a book I just bought, and I plan to take it back to read."
Griffith smiled, nodded, and left.
Gumbuz stood there and looked at Griffith until his back disappeared around the corner, then he came to the classroom with books in his hands.
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
The first class today is basic potions class.
Gumbutz piled the books that Griffith had exchanged on the desk, without any intention of opening them. Instead, he directly tore open the cover of a so-called reading material. Inside was a brand new book called "Basic Potions".
This is a new book that Gumbutz bought specifically yesterday.
In fact, he had already bought this book and it was piled on his desk, but he still decided to read the new book.
Griffith was eccentric. The books he touched would not be read by Gumbuz again.
Those weird symbols could deepen his 'immersion' in the weird sounds at night. Although there were no elemental symbols anymore, it seemed like just a habitual and casual graffiti, but Gumbuz always felt that something was very wrong.
After yesterday's test, I felt that Griffith's positivity was a bit too much.
The teacher of the Potions class is a middle-aged man with long flowing hair. As soon as he comes up, he directly greets the students to receive their respective materials and utensils.
Gumbuz took one.
Manius wrote the names of sixteen materials on the blackboard, including ores, but most of them were plants such as magic plants.
"Do you all know these materials?" Manius faced the students.
The students' response was not very enthusiastic, which was completely opposite to the anatomy of lower organisms. Gumbutz even saw the hands of several female apprentices shaking as they held the materials.
Manius seemed to be used to it and continued to explain expressionlessly:
"The role of silt grass is to neutralize the effect of red wax ore powder. As long as you master the ratio of these two materials, the other fourteen materials will not trigger a violent reaction even if you put them in out of order. But... ....”
He looked at the students with a smile, and his eyes especially paused for a moment on the faces of those apprentices who were obviously scared, "If you get the ratio wrong, I have to say you'd better pray that you put the ingredients in the correct order. Otherwise I guarantee that your hands will never leave your side.”
Gumbutz obviously saw that everyone's faces turned a little pale.
This kind of intimidating teaching method seems to be... quite effective.
Gumbuz didn't know much about Potions class. In fact, it was a live teaching class. If you study from books, you will never learn it in your life.
Only by attending classes on-site and experimenting one by one according to the recipes given by the teacher can you gain knowledge.
Anna is an excellent student in Potions class.
Because she can observe the reaction degree of the medicine and avoid the damage and harm caused by the failure of the medicine in advance.
This happens to be what all apprentices fear the most.
The exception was Gumbuz, at least the Basic Potions class.
As a great knight, his physical strength is unmatched by most apprentices. The damage caused by basic potions may not be able to hurt him. Even if it is injured, he can recover quickly.
To a certain extent, he has a small advantage of Anna, that is, he is not afraid of destruction and harm.
It's a pity that although his eyes can see some things that ordinary eyes can't see, their abilities are different and they can't see the reaction of the medicine like Anna's crimson eyes.
Manius spent half an hour explaining the medicinal properties and functions of various materials, then spent ten minutes explaining the effects of the potion, and then spent ten minutes writing out the steps, and briefly explained some key points that could easily cause the potion to fail. In the last twenty minutes of class, the preparation of potions began.
Gumbutz stared at the materials and utensils on the table, going through them several times in his mind. A layer of pale flame suddenly bloomed on his body, and then he steadily and calmly put the materials in one by one under the astonished gazes of others.
As the last jujube-like fruit was smashed and thrown in, with a pop, a cluster of dark flames rose up from the bottle, and everything inside was burned to ashes.
There is no doubt that it failed.
Although he failed, he was the first to complete the preparation of the potion. Manius came over and held the bottle with a wizard's hand. Manius only took one look and came to the conclusion.
"The silt grass and red wax powder were prepared correctly, but the timing of your other materials was wrong. You did not carefully observe the reaction of the medicine when each material was added. The most deadly one was the caviar. You added too much at one time."
Gumbutz thought to himself that you hadn't mentioned these details before, but he still showed a grateful expression on his face. Then he saw Manius reaching out and saying expressionlessly:
"Three clouds of iron."
