Chapter 155 Start tonight (2/2)

“Skunk Devil Summoning!”

Seeing the professor’s agreement, Ayrin moved his hands, and a shadow immediately appeared in the air in front of him. A skunk striped with black and white stripes all over its body emerged within.

“A summoning skill?”

“What kind of skill is that?”

Professor Plum never saw this skill either. He couldn’t understand what on earth what use was this skill, because he thought this striped skunk didn’t seem to possess any great power. That was the reason why he came a little closer, feeling a little puzzled, wanting to research it.

“Puff!”

Just then, the striped skunk released a stinky fog from its butt.

“…”

Professor Plum’s face suddenly turned green.

“Ayrin, you devil, you did that on purpose right?!”

Professor Plum ran out of the room the next second.

Then rose the sound of his angry swearing.

“Haha, professor Plum, it’s really not healthy staying inside the room all day long without even seeing the sun. You should go outside and bask in the sunlight.” Ayrin had also made an early escape, and now he was clutching his belly and dying from laughter.

The only thing the green-faced professor was afraid of was that the stink would also sink into the books. He couldn’t spare any more time swearing at Ayrin. A peculiar whirlpool of water appeared floating inside his room, sucking all the stinky air inside. Then it vanished again in the air, as strangely as it appeared.

“This guy…”

Professor Plum couldn’t hold back a couple retches. He looked at Ayrin roaring with laughter, a little speechless. A strange complex and shaken mood was taking ahold of him.

“It’s really that unique bloodline without compare… This guy, he’s truly the successor of that bloodline…”

“Ayrin.”

The strange complex mood surged a long time inside him before this old professor’s wrinkled face recovered its calm. He looked at Ayrin; the latter seemed as though he still couldn’t hold back his laughter, yet was also prepared to face punishment. He slowly said, “You have to understand something. An academy with as long a history as Holy Dawn Academy is never lacking in all kinds of arcane skills. But many skills are entirely useless for an arcane master with only one open gate.”

“Professor Plum, I understand what you mean.” Ayrin thought for a moment, then immediately nodded. “What you mean is, compared to learning even more arcane skills, it’s more important for me right now to open more arcane gates instead. This way, you’ll choose even more arcane skills for me, ones even more powerful?”

“Training also needs a focus. It’s good that you understand what you should focus on.” Professor Plum looked at Ayrin, admonishing him, his tone old-fashioned and solemn. “Some arcane masters with earthshaking talent would lose themselves to the novelty of learning new skills. They lose their way learning one skill after another, mastering one skill after another, and forget that the meaning of arcane skills lie in battles, in defeating your opponents. Some people learn several dozen types, or even a hundred arcane skills, but they waste a great deal of time on the way, to the extent the level of their arcane particles is very weak.”

“I understand this reasoning now.” Ayrin started laughing, a little proud of himself. “That’s why I’m going to have Charlotte and the others help with my training, have them fight with me.”

“Don’t you worry professor Plum. I’ll never become the kind of arcane master who only knows a lot of arcane skills and doesn’t know how to fight.” He firmly brandished his fists at the professor.

“After searching left and right, the successor turns out to be someone like this… That said, it’s truly a marvel. The shadows of the Evil Dragon looms over Doraster. These Evil Dragon followers are desperately stirring up things, when they meet this guy in the future…”

For some reason, thinking about the Skunk Devil Summoning that almost smoked even himself mad just a moment ago, professor Plum suddenly couldn’t hold back a hearty laughter.

“Professor Plum, why are you laughing?” Ayrin blinked.

Professor Plum had already taken back his laughter. His face was expressionless now. “Did I? When did I ever laugh?”

Ayrin almost fell down face first. “Just now?”

“You must be mistaken for sure.” After the professor said these words, he turned around and walked into his room.

“Am I really mistaken?” Ayrin scratched his head. He truly started to doubt himself.

…

“Lord Dias!”

A dwarf only half the size of a normal person reverently saluted a figure from behind.

This was a gorgeous underground wine cellar. The walls on all four sides were engraved with magnificent relief sculptures. The stone carvings of mermaids sticking out from the walls held burning torches in their hands.

The light from the fire caused the back of the tall figure to somewhat flicker as though it were fluttering in the air.

The fugitive presently hunted by countless arcane teams standing at the top of the kingdom held a crystal wine cup in his hand, swirling the blood-like red wine. He said with a smile, “Pyrro, old friend. Let us set our plan in motion tonight.”

“Starting tonight?” The dwarf raised his head in shock.

“In all likelihood, they should have noticed Lotton’s team already.” Dias nodded with a faint smile. “They’re certainly thinking that I planted Lotton and the others in this tournament and want to use the competition to kill some outstanding arcane masters in a fair and aboveboard way. They must surely be thinking that the longer I make Lotton and the others stay, the more people Lotton can kill as the tournament goes on. That’s why they will be caught unprepared if we start now.”