In the teacher's spacious classroom, two figures stood quietly.
"Are you... coming to class?"
Standing on the podium, looking at Athir pushing the door in from a distance, Simora raised his head and asked in a hoarse voice.
After saying this, he looked at Athir steadily, and unconsciously, there was a hint of expectation in his eyes.
Looking at this scene and feeling the other person's gaze, Athir nodded somewhat blankly: "Yes, isn't today's pharmacy class?"
In the distance, listening to Athir's words, Simora was silent for a while, and then he said in a hoarse and dim voice: "No, you are not in the wrong place."
"The time has come, come in and attend class..."
He said this silently, and then stopped looking at Athir. He just turned around silently and took out something from under him.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, looking at Simora on the podium, Athir sighed secretly.
This scene now had been foreshadowed long ago.
Pharmacy is too difficult and requires too much learning ability from apprentices. The further along the course goes, the fewer people can catch up.
Before, because he was too focused, Athir didn't care. But now thinking about it, Athir suddenly realized that in the last class, there were only a few apprentices who could keep up with the progress.
Now, only Athir is left.
"Okay, let's get started."
In front, standing on the podium, looking at Athir in front of him, a glimmer of hope flashed in Simora's eyes. He couldn't help but perk up a little and started the lecture.
His classes have always been very serious. Even though there is only one student left, he will not relax at all. Instead, he will become more serious.
While listening to the other person's class, Atier turned on the chip assistance and listened carefully.
With his full dedication and the powerful auxiliary capabilities of the chip, although it was difficult for him to hear, he was able to barely catch up with the progress and not fall too far behind.
As for those parts that are really difficult to understand, they will be recorded by the chip and played back again and again for study and thinking.
An hour or two passed quickly. Standing on the podium in front, looking at Athir in front of him, Simora quickly explained various knowledge points.
Perhaps because Athir was the only student attending the class, in order to make him understand better, every time he talked about a difficult point, he would stop and slow down the progress so that Athir could hear more clearly.
"Okay, let's end this class here."
I don't know how long he finished the lecture, but he stopped when the sky outside began to darken.
"If you have any questions, you can ask them now."
Looking at Athir, Simora spoke.
Hearing this, Atier was stunned at first, but then he quickly reacted.
Of course he would not miss this opportunity, so he walked up to him and asked, "Sir, may I ask about the refining of bloodline potions? How do we eliminate the rejection reaction when refining the bloodlines of different creatures?"
"This is a very complicated issue…"
Listening to the questions asked by Athir, Simora nodded secretly, his expression gradually became serious, and he began to answer Athir's questions seriously.
Time passed quickly during the after-school tutoring.
Simora did not take the initiative to say when she would leave, so Athir naturally had to make good use of this opportunity.
He asked all the questions he had when studying pharmacy in the past in one breath, and actively absorbed knowledge like a sponge.
Listening to these questions, Simora did not show any impatience. Instead, she patiently helped Athir solve his doubts.
A long time passed by unknowingly, and it was not until the sky outside had completely darkened that Athir woke up.
"I'm sorry to bother you for so long."
He looked at Simora in front of him apologetically: "It's getting late, I'm leaving first."
Hearing this, Simora nodded, then waved her hand, signaling him to leave.
Feeling what the other party meant, Atier breathed a sigh of relief, stood up from where he was and walked towards the gate.
When he reached the gate, Simora's hoarse voice sounded again behind him.
"From now on, just call me teacher."
Standing in front of the gate, Athir was stunned and an expression of surprise appeared on his face.
"Yes, Mr. Simora."
He reacted quickly, turned around and performed a very ancient-looking etiquette to Simora behind him.
This is the etiquette that the ancient Sith nobles show to those they respect. Although I don't know if it is correct to use it here, it can at least express my feelings.
After completing the formalities and seeing Simora nod in the distance, Athir felt relieved and left with a respectful expression.
Standing on the podium, silently watching Athir leave, thinking of Athir's performance over the past few months, a hint of relief flashed in Simora's eyes.
"How many years have passed…"
Standing there, he turned around and looked at the sky outside which was already getting dark, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh.
In all these years since he became a formal wizard, he could no longer remember how many years it had been since he had seen an apprentice as outstanding as Athir.
The inheritance of pharmacy is actually very difficult.
Many apprentices aspire to refine potions, but not all of them have the talent for it.
The inheritance of wizards is often very divergent. Even when it comes to refining potions, different wizards will have different methods and areas of expertise due to different schools of inheritance.
Due to the difficulty in learning pharmacy, many inheritances of pharmacy are often difficult, and it is difficult to find suitable people to inherit and learn.
Even Simora, a formal wizard, couldn't help but think of accepting Athir as a student after seeing his outstanding talent.
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"Teacher... This title seems to be somewhat similar to those wizard schools. Could it be that Teacher Simora is a wizard from a school?"
Walking on the wide avenue, thinking about the scene just now, this thought flashed through Athir's mind.
In this continent, in addition to organizations such as academies, wizards also have schools of various sizes.
These schools often pass down certain unique knowledge and spells, which are usually passed down in the form of master-apprentice inheritance. Although there are fewer wizards than in the academy, the relationship between them is closer.
However, due to the lack of communication with outsiders and the loss of heritage, the strength of wizards of many schools is often not strong, and there are very few formal wizards.
"Seems pretty normal when you think about it."
As he walked along the road, Athir thought to himself, "Compared to a large organization like the academy, which has a lot of resources and a complete system, independent school wizards may have a unique heritage, but they are far inferior in other aspects. It is normal for them to join the academy."
"With Mr. Simora's strength as a formal wizard and his attainments in alchemy, no academy will refuse to let him join. We will invite him to join with the most generous conditions."
Thinking of this, Athir had a vague understanding: "Uraldo College is best at and famous for shadow spells and magic weapon refining, but the inheritance of pharmacy is actually lacking. So after Instructor Simora joined, the college's top management promoted pharmacy courses in the college. I guess they want to train the college's own pharmacy wizards to fill the gap in this area."
"I have already shown an excellent talent for pharmacy. If I keep it up, I might be able to enter the attention of the college's top management and gain some support."
Thinking of this, Athir's eyes lit up.
(End of this chapter)