Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 983 965. The power of sunlight

 After dinner, Margarita waved her hand, and the cutlery and table disappeared.

Lan now went into the bathroom, saying he wanted to take a shower. The situation on the other side of the rift where the celestial spheres met had been so severe that he didn't have much time to keep clean.

Tisaya didn't even wave her hand, and the dean's bedroom, which was originally a bit messy, automatically started to tidy up.

By the way, she also placed the armor that Lan En took off on the armor display stand that Margarita bought.

 It is said that it has not been cleaned for a long time, but it seems that there is no smell.

When the armor passed by, Tissaya subconsciously shrugged her nose, and then froze.

As if he suddenly realized that his behavior was inappropriate.

  Turning around, he waved his hand, using gestures to coordinate with the chaos magic to make the magic smoother.

 In just a few minutes, the entire bedroom was tidied up.

 “No, it’s nothing.” Tisaya’s proud and ascetic face remained calm. "I'm going with you, Rita."

Most of the time, pornographic jokes between women are more extreme than men, and this trend is even more exaggerated among sorceresses who have always been open-minded.

  There is no more coquettishness and ambiguity like a drunken rose.

 “Tishaya! Don’t be so serious!”

Disaya once took her great-grandmother as an apprentice, but this age gap was not reflected in their skin and bodies due to the supernatural power.

“I’m going to bring food to that kitten. Tisaya, you seem to be blushing. Did you drink too much just now?”

 “Your blushing face is impressive, Tissaya.”

Margarita walked towards the outside of the room with a covered plate floating behind her.

In order to tease Tishaya better, Margarita even chose a name that she had not used for a long time to call Tishaya.

Before Margarita could continue speaking in a provocative tone, Tisaya interrupted her with a sullen face as usual.

"oh?"

 “Don’t be shy, teacher.”

Even the old man who is a regular customer of the 'special service' in the tavern would probably turn red and look like a young man who has never seen the world if he had the opportunity to hear the night talk in Aretuza's apprentice dormitory.

“The sound of running water in the bathroom is mesmerizing, right? Imagine the warm water flowing over that face, caressing the long silver hair and strong arms.”

 The overwhelmingly powerful magic and technology instantly made Margarita walk smoothly.

 Two powerful sorceresses walked out of the room, flannel ball's dinner floating behind them.

 “You’ve had too much to drink, Rita.”

Margarita teased her teacher.

Margarita smiled and lay on Tisaya's shoulder.

Tissaya, on the other hand, still had her hands folded in front of her belly, walking reservedly and orderly.

Margarita smiled teasingly.

 The former dean turned a deaf ear and completely used magic to take over the actions of the current dean.

If it were before, Margarita would have talked about dirty jokes with close friends like Tissaya and Yennefer.

  But before is before and now is now.

If Tisaya really didn't think about anything and had no reaction to Lan En's face and character, she could talk to Margarita for hours without blinking until her mouth was dry. until.

But lies don’t hurt, the truth is the sharpest knife.

 Some people tell jokes, and some people look in the mirror.

As for who is telling the joke and who is looking in the mirror, they all know something in their mind.

Disaya walked in front of Margarita who was being controlled. She couldn't tell whether it was because of her strong desire to control or because she didn't want her to notice the blush on her face.

 In short, Tissaya's tone was well controlled, as calm and wise as ever.

“Before you tell a dirty joke, Rita, look at this.”

Without looking back, Tissaya just raised **** and placed them next to her face.

Margarita behind her could only see a golden light emitting from those two fingers.

Just looking at it is like bathing in the warm sunshine.

"What's this?"

 Margarita Under the golden sunshine, even the alcohol concentration in the blood felt much lower.

 She tilted her head and asked the teacher a question.

“While eating just now, my hand brushed against Lan En’s hand, do you remember?”

Tisaya rubbed her fingers, and the warm sunlight on her fingers disappeared.

 “This is what I bumped into in that moment.”

"Lan's hand?" Margarita was still confused, "What on earth is this? Do you want to say that his hand has experienced some kind of magic?"

Tisaya turned her head and glanced at Margarita, a look that was very familiar to Margarita.

When she was still in the apprenticeship stage, although her talent had already been revealed, her sloppy personality still caused her to make mistakes on some basic issues from time to time.

 And Tissaya, who taught her, would look like this. How could I teach such an ignorant guy like you?

"I remember that before I left office, I recommended you to read my book, "On Another Kind of Spellcaster Apart from Warlocks."

 Speaking of this, Margarita's eyes flickered.

Tissaya, on the other hand, narrowed her eyes slightly and spoke in a bad tone.

 “Are you going to tell me that you haven’t actually read it at all?”

"No! How could it be? Ha, haha! I remember that in that book, you discussed the priests of Meritelli, Freya's chief priest, and Cliff's."

 “Cliff’s what?”

Tisaya asked pressingly.

However, while his tone was not kind, he could still nod to the sorceress apprentices who happened to pass by with a calm expression.

 And the apprentices are obviously very adaptable to this scene where two deans appear at the same time.

Margarita’s lips murmured for a long time, and finally sighed dejectedly.

"Well, I didn't look carefully. You know, Tissaya. I'm good at studying spells, but not analytical papers."

 “Bishop of Clive.”

Tisaya first helped the students to make up for the missing knowledge, and then continued.

“It was an early work of mine that explored the sources of magical power of religious people who attached themselves to gods. There was also further speculation about the existence of gods.”

Margarita knew very well that in the context of Tisaya, the time span should be two hundred years ago.

 Human beings landed on this continent and discovered the magic of chaos only a few hundred years ago.

Tissaya’s theoretical book apparently caused little stir at the time.

 Among the new generation of humans and the new generation of warlocks, there are even fewer people who have heard of it.

If it weren’t for Tisaya’s reading mission, perhaps Margarita wouldn’t even know about the existence of this book.

Maybe this book will always be gathering dust in the library of Arethusa.

 Although Arethusa has now made clear the fact that gods exist through Lan En’s experience. But the trend is not so easy to change.

Human beings have been the dominant race on this continent for a long time, so they naturally have a feeling that the world is centered on me.

 And warlocks are the upper class among humans, and this feeling is even stronger.

In the eyes of the older generation of warlocks like Tissaya, there is a power more powerful than magic in the world, because they have experienced an era when humans have not yet established a foothold on the continent.

 In the eyes of the new generation of warlocks, they are the spellcasters who use rigorous logic and boundless wisdom to explore magic and supernatural powers.

 Druids and priests are just a group of lunatics who are either withdrawn, fanatical, or both, and they 'accidentally' leverage the magic through their neurotic thinking.

The witch doctors and goddesses in the village are even less worthy of respect. The most capable among them can only rely on eating hallucinogenic mushrooms and smelling herbal incense to connect their spirits with the magic of chaos.

Most of them don’t know anything. They just use their eloquent words to deceive ignorant and shallow farmers, and sell amulets or little straw men that only have psychological comfort.

 “You mean this is some kind of divine power?”

 But Margarita, who clearly recognized the existence of the Lady of the Lake, was obviously much more receptive than the other new generation of warlocks.

"Yes, divine power." Tissaya said lightly, "Some kind of divine power with the nature of sunshine. It is completely different from the lady in the lake, except that it is all golden."

As he spoke, Tisaya suddenly sighed.

"You, the new generation of warlocks, are too young and have never seen a real big scene. So after seeing the novel power, you dare to subconsciously think that it is some kind of magic."

 “In our day, things were not so absolute.”

 “Don’t say such old-fashioned things, Tissaya. You look old.”

Although Margarita admitted that she was not as knowledgeable as her teacher, she did not feel that the gap was that big.

It is like a child who has not yet gone to school complaining about the difficulty of life in front of an adult who has been severely beaten by society.

 So he said it nonchalantly.

Tissaya's words just now made her think she was talking to the old demon hunter Vesemir described by Lan.

Compared to warlocks who can use various means to maintain their youth and passion, demon hunters who rely solely on physical mutations to resist the erosion of time will obviously have an older mentality.

 But Tissaya suddenly turned around after Margarita finished speaking.

 She could hear the feeling of "not caring much" in Margarita's words.

The magic that originally controlled Margarita's actions was also canceled by her.

Disaya said nothing, but looked at the student who she was proud of and had a headache with a strange look.

 “You, why do you look at me like that?”

Margarita laughed a little uncomfortably.

If Tissaya was still using magic to suppress her, she wouldn't be so nervous. After all, she had been taught this way since she was a student.

But if Tisaya suddenly removes the magic and looks like she wants to ‘speak well’, then Margarita will understand—

 Most probably I made what the teacher considers a ‘big mistake’.

 “Let me make sure first, Rita.”

Tisaya did not answer Margarita's question, but instead walked around and examined Margarita, who was feeling uncomfortable, with a reserved and rigorous pace.

 (End of this chapter)