Chapter 433 (1/2)
”Hey, I said... Are you okay?”
After the excited middle-aged wizard left, Isaac Grantham, who returned to the room, curled up on the chair next to the window like a cat, motionless looking at the night view of the imperial capital outside.
Er... When the word ”clever” is used in Isaac, it is the most wonderful thing.
”Oh, me, how could I be? I'm fine, very good!” Isaac looked back and snorted:
”After all, I'm not the 'genius' in people's eyes, and I'm not the one invited to visit and speak at the college. I'm like a big leek on the roadside for them... It's the same with me or without me.”
Looking at the lost Isaac, the stunned little wizard smiled bit by bit:
”You... You're jealous of me?”
”Jealous of you? Sorry, but ain, did you make a mistake?” Isaac, who raised his eyebrows, turned around and snorted with disdain:
”I dare to ask you what I envy you? Is it to see a pile of potatoes with a silly smile on my face, or to go to a third rate wizard college that can actually treat alchemy as a treasure... Depending on their intelligence level, it's probably not easier for me to give a speech than to teach gorillas to speak!”
”Yes, it's just alchemy!” the joking Ayn shrugged her shoulders and smiled in her sapphire eyes:
”It's no big deal. It's all unimportant things. You won't be jealous of these things!”
”Yes, think about what I have to be jealous of?” Isaac snorted coldly again:
”Invited by the Royal wizard's College in Golovin?”
”Being pursued by the enthusiasm of a group of potatoes whose heads are watered with water, their words and deeds are extremely respected by them, as if they were offered by God?”
”Brand new laboratory, sufficient research conditions and experimental assistants who are regarded as research objects?”
”Throw out a few achievements, and then they will be recorded in history, or simply write a book and let the later potatoes study their own theories... Hum!”
”....” the little wizard didn't open his mouth and looked at him with his head tilted.
”Yes, I'm jealous of you. I'm very jealous. I'm almost dead!”
When he breathed out these words, Isaac half collapsed in his chair and glanced at the little wizard unhappily: ”are you happy? I know I'm ashamed of myself... It would be even more ashamed if mentor Dalton knew it again!”
”What if mentor Dalton doesn't know?”
”What do you mean?”
Ayn smiled: ”I mean, if you like, we can visit the Royal wizard college in Golovin, as well as Loren and Lucian.”
”Really?!” Isaac jerked his head out like a puppy.
”Of course it's true. We're friends,” said Ayn, stretching out his right index finger. ”And... If you can promise me that I won't deliberately satirize or ridicule alchemy... I can give you the opportunity to make a speech.”
”I promise, I promise! I'll say what you want me to say. As long as I can teach these gorillas to speak... I mean, teach truth to a group of people who mistakenly think they are wizards... I'll do whatever you want me to do!”
Looking at Isaac's bright eyes and impatient expression; The little wizard could only sigh tired, smile bitterly and shake his head.
I hope the Wizards in the imperial capital have a good temper... Er... Probably?
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”I didn't expect it to be... Self defeating.”
At the other end of the guest room, Lauren, who was also sitting by the window, gave a wry laugh, and his dark eyes never moved away from the window.
If the wizard gray Sal hadn't reminded him, the black haired wizards had forgotten that they deliberately used the name of the little wizard in order to hide their identity in eboden.
The process is very complicated... In short, in order to cover up the truth of the Holy Blood potion, corona and the wizard tower erased all traces left by the name ”Isaac Grantham”. A very few of the contents he published publicly in the wizard tower were also listed under the name ”ain Rand”.