Chapter 175 Spell Exchange (Ⅰ)

As soon as Master Rawls finished speaking, Thomas jumped up and applauded excitedly.

Joan was also deeply impressed by the master's insights, and followed Thomas to applaud.

Edward frowned and glanced at Thomas and Joan, silently condemning their behavior for being too frivolous.

Rawls smiled and took a sip of the teacup, and did not continue the topic until Thomas and Joann stopped applauding.

"I'm used to being casual. I don't like rules and regulations, and I don't want to put you in a cage. Generally speaking, I have a loose management of students. I usually work in my own laboratory. If anyone has any questions, you can always Come find me."

"But please pay attention, children, starting next week, every Tuesday and Thursday at 8 o'clock in the morning, you must gather in my laboratory on time! Remember to ask for leave in advance if you have something to do, if anyone is absent without reason, he will suffer the loss!"

The stern tone of Master Rawls made the three young students feel the pressure, and they did not dare to breathe, and listened to him quietly.

"Why can't you miss these two days? Because I'm going to teach you the art of making constructs from scratch in the class on Tuesday and Thursday!"

"Gentlemen! Please mark my words—this is your teacher's housekeeping skill! If anyone can't learn well, don't tell people outside that I, Robert Rawls, taught students!"

Hearing Master Rawls's stern warning, Thomas, who was as happy as he was, put away his hippie smile in fright, and obediently promised that he would never miss class without reason.

Not to mention Joan and Edward.

Master Rawls seemed very unaccustomed to scolding his students with a straight face, and soon returned to an easy-going attitude, rolling up his sleeves to help the boys exterminate the pests.

Qiao An and the others dared not bother the master to do it, each picked up a bottle of insecticide and got busy.

Although Master Rawls is also 40 years old, he has a child-like naughty mentality. He ran up and down stairs with Joan and the others, and couldn't help whistling excitedly when he saw the cockroaches being killed by the insecticide spray.

Realizing that Master Rawls probably thought this was a fun game rather than a menial job, Joan handed him the watering can.

Rawls took the watering can and cast a spell excitedly. His short and fat body floated up like a balloon, flying around flexibly in the air, approaching the dark corners around the ceiling, and spraying it twice when he found pests. When the cockroaches fell down like raindrops, they danced and danced happily, laughing like a two-hundred-pound child.

The four masters and apprentices worked together to sweep the old house up and down.

Joan was in charge of sweeping the floor, and the corpses of cockroaches and termites filled two trash cans, at least four to five catties.

Even so, he dare not say that he has wiped out all the pests in the house. There may be survivors in some dark corners that are inconvenient to spray. Just don't reproduce to the point of flooding.

"It's a pity that we are all mages, and we can't use the 4-ring magical spell 'repel pests', otherwise we don't have to work so hard." Master Rawls took the towel handed by Joan and wiped his sweaty forehead, "It's getting late , You can clean up your room and rest, if you have any difficulties, you can come to me at any time."

"Is it okay at night?" Edward asked hesitantly, "Will it disturb your family?"

Rawls shrugged and said nonchalantly, "I'm an old bachelor, and I have no family for you to bother."

He suddenly realized that this was a serious problem, quickly put away his smile, and solemnly warned the students: "In life, I am not a good example for you! Although being single is my own choice, I don't want you to be like that for the rest of your life. Bachelor, while you are still young, look for more opportunities to deal with girls, don't waste your youth, don't miss your romance in vain!"

"Master, you are so right, I think so too!" Thomas nodded vigorously, completely forgetting that he almost lost his life trying to seduce a girl this morning.

Master Rawls put on his hat, turned and walked out of the room, and whistled towards the opposite side of the river bank shrouded in twilight. The wooden golem Kino responded immediately, put away his flute and crossed the river back to his master.

Joan watched Master Rawls disappear behind the gate of the castle, returned to the living room on the first floor to say goodbye to Edward, carried the bucket and broom, and planned to return to his room to continue cleaning, but was stopped by Thomas when he passed the second floor .

"Joan, are you free now? I have something I want to discuss with you."

"What's the matter?" Joan asked curiously.

"How about we exchange spells?"

"Exchanging spells..." Joan thought for a while, and asked him, "Is it the exchange of spell books or spell scrolls?"

"It will be all right."

Thomas sat on the sofa with his legs crossed and snapped his fingers casually. Bobby, the valet, walked into the living room with a silver tray, and poured a glass of wine for the host and Joan graciously.

"My home-brewed red wine, try it."

Thomas raised his glass to Joan, and then drank the red wine in one gulp.

"Master Rawls said just now that going to the academy library to transcribe scrolls costs extra money. The school is really black-hearted in order to make money! Rather than spending this unjustly money, it is better to save it and have a good meal, so I thought of a Good way, let's exchange the 1st-level spells that each other has mastered first, copy each other, learn from each other's strengths, and if anyone gets new spells in the future, they can also communicate with each other like this, what do you think?"

Thomas had a good idea, but it didn't make much sense to him personally. Joan also knew that Thomas was not short of money, and he would not care about the little money spent on transcribing the scroll. The reason why he offered to exchange spells was to help himself, a poor boy, save money, and he did not dare to use it to protect his self-esteem. Speak clearly.

Joan took a deep breath, hid his gratitude in his heart, and nodded slightly.

"You agree?" Thomas jumped up happily, "There are a lot of messy things written in my spell book, such as the draft of a love poem written to a certain girl, I am really embarrassed to show you! Let's start by exchanging scrolls Let's start, anyway, all the spells I know are copied on the scroll."

"Okay, all the spells I know are also copied on the scroll, a total of eight first-level spells."

Joan opened the storage bag, took out eight spell scrolls, and arranged them on the table in order, namely "Hand of the High Mage", "Electric Claw", "Magic Missile", "Burning Hand", "Appraisal", " Grease", "Magic Armament" and "Level 1 Monster Summoning".

Thomas also took out 6 spell scrolls. In addition to the "Grease", "Magic Missile", "Shield" and "Mage Armor" he demonstrated at the draft meeting this morning, there are also two relatively rare 1st ring Spell scrolls - "Flash Burst" and "Thunder Stomp".