Chapter 459 (1/2)
Royal wizard academy, grand library.
In the wizard college full of alchemists and test benches, this may be the only place Isaac likes - first, there are many books he can't read in eboden, and second, it's very quiet, unlike the damn test benches everywhere outside.
Then, the most important point is that the library is the ”home” of Isaac Grantham, a mysterious wizard. Only here can he satirize, attack, ridicule and tease the little potatoes who are ”picky” and the tutors who are not much better than them.
Well, the word was learned from Loren. It's perfect for those guys with water in their heads.
After being ”ravaged and tortured” by Isaac for more than ten days, even gray Sal, the first tutor of the college, had to admit that except for master Albert Tarot, the honorary Dean of the college, the whole Emperor may not find the second person who can compete with this day in mystics!
And a ”arrogant maniac” who realized everything in the Dragon King City quickly put aside the idea of ”bullying the mentally retarded is very boring” and began to enjoy the process.
The little wizard once tried to stop him from doing so - although she also knew it was impossible - but Isaac Grantham, who inherited the ”last knowledge” of the Dragon Kingdom, his level of cognition has exceeded the scope of ayin's understanding, and his understanding is beginning to become very difficult.
Piles of new books with parchment smell, wide and large top-grade oak desk, refreshing mint tea, and a recliner that can make people sink
It's heaven!
But today, my ”heaven” is a little different... In my special seat, there is a woman with red hair, red eyes and a pair of oversized black frame glasses.
Yes, ladies - this is the Royal wizard academy, and it is well known that witches are severely excluded in the wizard world, and the number is extremely rare. Isaac hasn't seen one until today.
Therefore, according to the existing facts, Isaac can conclude that the person in front of him is either a transvestite who loves women's clothes, or a lunatic who is delirious because of excessive research.
The one sitting in the chair held his black frame glasses and read them attentively - the too huge frame almost occupied half of his face, making the man look a little like
Good, this is crazy.
Isaac didn't catch a cold with women, but he also knew that the body structures of the two sexes were different... In front of him, the thin oak root firewood stick was like, and the exposed arms had no sense of flesh; And the chest. Even Ayn Rand has more radians than this guy
Suddenly, the man buried in the pile of books suddenly raised his head and glanced at Isaac with a numb expression:
”Looking for me?”
The voice is a little sharp and strange... The Holy Cross belongs to his grandparents. Isn't it really a woman?
”Er... Right!” Isaac's facial features were almost wrinkled together. He didn't even know what to say. His right hand tried to move back and forth:
”It may be a little offensive, but... Are you a woman?”
”Hmm?” the black framed glasses were stunned, looked down at his chest... And then looked up numbly: ”HMM... it seems that it's really not easy to see.”
”Yes, I'm a woman.”
Really?!
”Then... How did you get in?!” Isaac stammered, ”this is the wizard college. How did they let you in?!”
”Oh, it's easy.” the black framed glasses shrugged. ”Just tell them your last name is desalion.”
”Are you... A member of the royal family?”
”Well, I'm not.”
”How did you get in?”
”Are you?” Isaac's numb black framed glasses looked white, like a fool.
Isaac blushed instantly, like a puffed balloon - no one dared tease himself like this from vimpal to eboden!
”Lena de sallion.” unconsciously, his black framed glasses stretched out his thin right hand: ”you are Isaac Grantham of mystics, right? I've heard several wizard apprentices talk about you.”
”Well, since you know me, don't blame me for being rude!”