"Magic tribulation?" The elven girl asked in confusion.
"That's right. The magic tribulation. This is a disaster that will sweep through the entire magical world. The Spirit Realm, the Astral Realm, the Shadow Realm, and the God Realm will not be able to escape this calamity."
"This is a great catastrophe that is destined to happen in the future. In the whole magical world, no one can escape." Flanders replied calmly.
The elven girl's eyes lit up, and she thought to herself, "Can he know what's going to happen in the future without leaving the house? He can predict what's going to happen in the entire magical world, no wonder he's Principal Flanders."
The elven girl named Angel was in awe.
"Angel, go! Call all the students in Ross library." Flanders instructed the elven girl after a long time.
When the young girl heard this, she was incomparably excited, as if she had heard something unbelievable. Multicolored light rose in her eyes, and she was extremely puzzled.
Gather all the students?
Was the principal finally going out of seclusion?
Did he want to take a gamble in the magic tribulation and was he prepared to make a name for himself?
Multicolored light swirled around the body of the elven girl. It was as though there was an endless amount of power coursing through her body, causing her blood to boil.
She thought to herself, can I finally go to war with the principal in the magical world?
However, before the girl could get up to answer, Flanders, who was lying in a recliner,
pulled up his sleeves and sighed softly as he spoke.
"Almost."
"It's time to disperse the students of the academy and hide."
"It's time for you to go back."
The elven girl looked puzzled, clearly not understanding what Flanders was saying.
While Flanders was talking to the elven girl, there was an even more magnificent building at the back of the massive library. It was golden and dazzling, and the dazzling golden light pierced the eyes of everyone.
The enormous building was ancient and grand, releasing scarlet multicolored light and flowing light as though it had stood here since ancient times. It carried a powerful and boundless aura and existed throughout the ages.
This was the library's treasury, and also the place where students gathered the most. If one wanted to encounter students elsewhere, it was still quite difficult. After all, this was the only useful place in the entire academy.
The students were all in the treasury, forgetting to eat and sleep. They held the books in their hands, their expressions intoxicated.
There were many races accepted by the magic academy, and it was inevitable that there would be some students who looked very scary. However, they all had obedient expressions and carefully flipped through the pages, afraid that they would hurt these books.
There were also men and women of the god race who were dressed gorgeously. They also enunciated every word, afraid that they would miss out on some plot.
There were even many students whose hair was loose. With a single glance, one could tell that they were bold and unrestrained people. It was as if they had completely entered the world described in the books. Sometimes, they would mutter to themselves, and sometimes, they would cry and laugh.
The principal's books were too addictive to read.
Just as the students were enjoying themselves, the girl's voice sounded. "The principal has called for everyone to gather at the school field."
Upon hearing this, all the students' attention was drawn over. Everyone was clearly stunned for a few seconds. Their expressions seemed to say: Did we hear wrongly?
It was not surprising to have such a reaction. After all, Flanders had been neglecting his duties for a long time and had not gathered everyone for many years.
After a short moment of shock, the entire academy suddenly became noisy, and the atmosphere became lively.
"The principal is finally out."
"Yeah, he's finally gathered us. Put down the book and stop reading."
"I'm coming, I'm coming. I need to go pack up before meeting the principal! Aiya! It's too late."
For a time, the academy was in chaos and extremely lively.
Although the students were anxious to see Flanders, they did not lose their manners at all. They hurriedly got up and the first thing they did was to place the books firmly on the bookshelf. Then, they turned around and rushed towards the gathering place that the girl had mentioned.
Some students did not seem to have walked out of the plot. They were still lamenting as they walked.
But without exception, when they reached the gathering point, all of them woke up with reverence and affection, rubbing their hands in anticipation.
"It's been a long time since I last saw the principal. I can finally listen to his teachings again."
"Yeah, I'm really looking forward to it."
Everyone was excited.
After a while, a figure slowly appeared on the platform in front of the field. It was a tall and mysterious figure standing in the vast expanse with an aura that made people respect him.
After all the chaos dispersed, Flanders' unparalleled beauty was revealed.
After so many years had passed, he was no longer that dashing youth from back then. He now had a much more stable temperament.
However, this didn't affect his thoughts.
When it was time for him to act, he would not mess around. After all, there were so many principals of other academies. He could not let the students see him as a joke. Although he did not know how many people had returned, his nervousness did not affect his acting.
Before Flanders could see the crowd, the students shouted in unison, "Principal, you're here."
As they spoke, they bent down.
"Principal, there are a total of four hundred disciples in our academy. Not a single one of them is absent. They are all here."
Flanders froze.
All of them?
Was his appeal still so frighteningly strong?
He was unable to speak of his surprise, and he couldn't help but cough lightly. Moreover, he couldn't help but feel slightly guilty and moved in his heart.
He couldn't even name many of these students, and their faces were all unfamiliar to him. His teachings were also so weak, but he received such respect.
Looking at the children who were anticipating his next words, he suddenly couldn't bear to speak.
They respected and trusted him so much, but he had to hide at an important moment.
No matter how he thought about it, it seemed like he had let everyone down.
However, after thinking about it carefully, he really did not have much ability to teach his students. He might as well let them improve themselves.
In the end, those novels were used to fool people. If the children could learn something from them and keep improving, Flanders would consider that a great gift already.
"…"
At this moment, the academy was incomparably quiet. Everyone was engrossed in admiring the principal's peerless elegance.
In their eyes, Flanders was emitting a different kind of light. They felt that the principal did not need to do anything. Just by standing there, his magic was getting stronger and stronger.
As expected of the principal.
Only such an expert could write such books in the library.
"The Cursed Dragon,"" Great Wizard Abel," "Infinite Blood Core."
Which one of them wasn't hot-blooded? Which one of them wasn't enough to make one's scalp go numb? Which one wasn't fascinating?
They were things that they had never seen or heard of before.
Even the students who were most unwilling to cultivate would spend their days reading the books in the library.
Just like Gray from the Shadow Realm. Before he came, he was just an obedient little wolf, but after seeing the Infinite Blood Core book, he awakened the bloodline in his body. He evolved into a Shadow Wolf, and his body gradually became stronger. After his bloodline awakened, his body could even become four to five meters tall.
Not only was it exciting and beautiful, but he also learned about the vast universe and the broad-mindedness that he had never heard of before. He could even comprehend so many magic secrets from it.
Unfortunately, Flanders had no way of knowing all these thoughts in the minds of the students. He would never have thought of them when he was writing.