In a fulfilling life, a month passes in a blink of an eye.

"Dongdongdongdong..."

The door was knocked rhythmically.

Anyang waved his hand and the door opened automatically, revealing the figures of Sheriel and a trainee.

Several people lowered their heads and did not look directly at Anyang. Only Lydia did not have their concerns. She stood at the door and straightened her body and looked inside silently. From her perspective, she could see a undulating figure of a woman lying on the bed inside, slender and tall, with her white legs slender and straight, which made her breathing feel a little heavier.

“Today is your first lecture…”

"I know."

"I have prepared a carriage for you one hour before teaching. You must prepare as soon as possible."

"I'll change my clothes and come out."

"Then we'll wait for you below."

"kindness."

Sheriel bowed to him, then turned around and left with his sword, but Yu and Martin hurriedly followed.

I was pitiful, the trainee who was specifically responsible for notifying Anyang. It was his job and he could even get a little tip from it, but all the words were finished by Sherry.

Anyang looked at Lydia who was standing at the door and smiled and said, "Cousin comes in and sits."

Lydia didn't move, but looked into the door with cold eyes. She was tall and could directly cross Anyang with a slight tiptoe.

"Who is that?"

Just then, Eve's coughing sound came.

"Ahem..."

Anyang turned around and looked at Eve before turning around and said helplessly: "This is the mission prize for the mission that chased Dona last month, a Moon Elf. You know that many scholars have their own experimental assistants. It just so happens that I don't have a student to help me. Races like Moon Elf are the best candidates for experimental assistants, so I kept her."

"I'm too lazy to care about you!"

Lydia said coldly, turned around and left.

Be proud of heaven...

An Yang looked helpless, then he walked back to the house, picked up a clean robe and prepared to change his clothes.

Eve lay straight on the bed, with her extremely beautiful eyes open, looking at the ceiling without any sense of what she was thinking, and occasionally coughed in pain.

In the past month, this elf has become familiar with Anyang. She is very adaptable and quickly accepted the master-slave identity of the two and learned some things to do in the experiment. However, a few days ago, she was affected by the energy radiation generated by the failure of the experiment and has been lying in bed for several days. She has been in this state these days.

Anyang quickly changed his clothes and came out, walked to her and cast an accelerated recovery technique. He took out a tube of medicine from the side, walked to the bed and helped her up, and fed her to drink.

"Get a good rest and you'll get better soon."

"Um……"

Eve let out a vaguely whisper, cooperated with force, and opened her mouth to drink the potion.

Anyang looked a little guilty.

It would be great if the mana is still there. So many healing spells will definitely make Eve recover quickly. It is very simple to remove the negative radiation from her body, but it’s a pity...

In fact, the energy radiation of the experiment a few days ago was already very high. If an ordinary person was replaced by an experiment assistant, he would probably be killed directly. Only minority races or practitioners like elves could survive. However, Anyang, which has always been smooth sailing in the experiment, failed. Even the elves could not bear the chaotic energy radiation that erupted at that moment.

It is basically Anyang’s fault that causes this situation...

But it was also an unintentional move.

Eve rolled over with difficulty, looked out the window with her eyes open, but still didn't say anything, showing her loneliness and helplessness.

Anyang looked at her silently, ignored her, picked up a stack of paper and turned around and walked out.

The few people below have been waiting for him for a long time.

Sheriel and others were used to waiting. Lydia stood still and didn't know what she was thinking. Another trainee didn't dare to speak, and just looked at Lydia's side face secretly.

Seeing him coming, Sheriel lifted the curtain.

Anyang got on the carriage and waited for a while. Seeing that there was no movement outside, he asked again: "Cousin Lydia is not here?"

Lydia walked onto the carriage silently without expression.

Anyang's mouth twitched: "Let's go."

"yes!"

With a snap, Sheriel waved the horse and whipped it in an empty voice, and the frightened horse immediately trotted forward.

The atmosphere in the carriage is habitually silent.

Lydia looked at Anyang, and Anyang also looked at Lydia, but neither of them spoke, as if the relationship that Lydia came to him with snacks to talk to him at night was no longer there.

In the end, Anyang opened his mouth to break the silence: "I heard that you are already preparing to hit the threshold for academics?"

Lydia nodded and looked at him again: "So what? You are already a second-order scholar!"

What I mean is that my speed is still not as fast as you.

Anyang knew that his progression process was more like restoring his strength, but he didn't want to argue or explain with Lydia, and asked, "Then are your natal techniques ready?"

“It’s ready.”

"Did Lord Edie give it to you?"

"There is one I found myself."

"Oh..." An Yang nodded and took out a thick stack of paper from his arms. "I don't know what the technique Lord Yidi gave you and the technique you got yourself, but I have prepared three good first-level techniques for you. Take it back and take it. If it is appropriate, you can consider changing it."

Lydia swept the technique in his hand, then refused without hesitation, "No, the technique I prepared myself is quite good, and the knowledge is so precious..."

Anyang felt so distressed for the pride of this cheap cousin, but he quickly said: "There is no precious thing between you and me. I just want to do something for you."

Lydia fell silent, and seemed a little moved.

Anyang's mouth twitched again, and he simply struck while the iron was hot and stuffed the paper recording the art into her hand, and stopped talking.

What is recorded above is naturally the three natal techniques he uses now, purple-red tassels, ancient summons and illusory strikes. All three techniques are absolutely top-notch. Any genius scholar who can create a "Great" in the control array using the technique. What's more, Lydia and others are geniuses, and these techniques are even more icing on the cake.

Anyang doesn't care that these precious techniques are spreading, after all, Lydia and others are not outsiders.

Moreover, he had already vaguely felt that after reaching the third-level scholar, although the position of the art control array is still important, it is difficult to determine the life of the scholar. This is probably because most advanced scholars can access limited knowledge and resources when they are still trainees, and the natal arts they choose are not very good.

At this time, academics need more knowledge and means to enrich themselves. Of course, it would be better if they could choose a natal technique with high development potential at the beginning.

"By the way, if you don't want to be known by Lord Eddie, come and call me to activate the control array for you."

"I see."

Lydia said tummyly, clenching the pieces of paper.

She couldn't feel the preciousness of these techniques from Anyang's words. She originally didn't want this cousin to help her because of her face, but for some reason she couldn't refuse.

Lydia lowered her head and glanced at the paper, her face blank.

"Purple-red tassel..."

The carriage soon arrived in front of an ancient tower, which is where Anyang will teach today. It can basically be said that the Silence Tower has already belonged to his tower by default. Except for the ground floor of this tower for teaching in Anyang, everything upstairs is empty and has complete facilities. If Anyang wants to, you can move it over at any time and rename it Ian Tower.

But he couldn't bear to leave the various resources of the Louluo Tower...

"Sir, please come down..."

Sheriel lifted the curtain for him.

I got off the bus in Anyang and someone answered at the door.

These interns who are responsible for guiding lecturers and listeners work for the tower because everyone has a limit on the free courses, and if they exceed them, they will have to pay. Some interns who are eager for knowledge but cannot afford the fees will be received by the interns, and the reward is that they can listen to the class for free.

Anyang walked into the auditorium and was filled with people. He didn't expect that he was so popular and was slightly stunned.

Later I realized that it was probably because I was promoted to a second-level academic so quickly, and I became famous, so everyone should come to the fun...

Maybe some people think they have some secrets!

"Welcome to Lord Ion!"

A trainee yelled behind him.

The audience immediately recalled a series of peaceful applause.

Lydia, Sherry and others behind him also found a seat and sat down to wait and listen to him hold a lecture.

Anyang tidied up his clothes and walked to the podium.

This is his first lecture, but he has been in the court, so he naturally cannot be scared. Moreover, he has knowledge in his stomach and will not be embarrassed about having nothing to say.

Looking down, there were many students who entered the tower in the same batch as him, but more were trainees who had arrived at the tower before him. Just as he was scanning his eyes, he found that Natali was sitting down, and when he saw him, he smiled at him, there were other first-level scholars, but most of them were watching the fun.

Anyang cleared his throat and the auditorium suddenly became quiet.

"Thank you all for listening to my class. According to convention, I should say that I am best at the subject, but I have advanced too quickly. If I want to say what I am best at, I can't explain it clearly."

Anyang had a modest smile on his face.

In fact, if you want to talk about what he is good at, he has biochips and abnormal brain power, he is probably better at this discipline than most second-order scholars who study a certain discipline.

"Then let me talk about the things that everyone cares most and are the most important to an academic."
Chapter completed!