Chapter 441: We speak English, I understand it.
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Chapter 441 We speak English, I understand it.
Sable had transformed into a small dog and was hiding in a corner, too afraid to make a sound.
When Moros used his power of space to arrive in the yard, he hadn't noticed Sable initially, so Sable couldn't hide in time. Just as he was about to, he felt his soul energy being sealed.
When Moros announced his name, Sable was almost scared to death.
Although Sable was a Shapeshifter lord, what was he compared to Moros, a deity of witchcraft who mastered the laws of space?
Sable even thought Moros had come to kill him.
"Sable, don't be afraid, continue to help me take care of the yard," William said. He had clearly thought this through,it was best to keep these Shapeshifter lords and deity of witchcraft occupied with tasks, or else they would surely cause trouble when idle.
Hearing William say this, Sable finally breathed a sigh of relief.
From what he had seen, Moros seemed to respect William.
At this moment, Sable felt somewhat grateful to William. If it weren't for him, encountering a terrifying deity of witchcraft like Moros would mean certain death, wouldn't it?
Just then, Moros gave Sable a deep look, causing Sable to shrink back in fear.
Moros frowned slowly.
This Shapeshifter's relationship with Mr. Johnson seemed quite good – Mr. Johnson even let him take care of the yard!
He remembered that millions of years ago, taking care of a yard was his job!
"Moros, let's go. You wanted to promote witchcraft, right? I'll take you somewhere," William said, having decided to let Moros teach at the Soulmancer school.
Whether or not he could attract students would be up to his own abilities.
Moros's appointment as a teacher at the Soulmancer school was arranged by William and Steven.
Steven also got him a passport and a new identity, with the name Maximus.
"Mr. Johnson, there are so many people in the world now!" Moros's biggest realization was just how numerous ordinary people were.
William replied, "There are many ordinary people, but not many who can master witchcraft to its fullest extent."
Unlike Soulmancers, much of witchcraft is guided by one's own life force and energy.
"Mr. Johnson, I wonder who this gentleman is..." Steven looked at Moros, unsure of his identity.
William replied, "He's an elder of the Crimson Emissaries tribe and he's also here to recruit apprentices."
With Steven's strength, William couldn't very well tell him that this man was Moros, one of the deity of witchcraft.
Moros, one of the twelve deity of witchcraft, is extremely powerful and well-known in the Soulmancer community.
Steven was taken aback. This gentleman in a suit and tie was an elder of the Crimson Emissaries Guild?
Steven had visited the Crimson Emissaries Guild before. Back then, he thought he would encounter danger, but was invited in by the tribe's senior witch because he was already a mid-level Soulmancer. Despite the language barrier, they managed to communicate through consciousness.
There, Steven also learned some of the tribe's language from the senior witch.
"Hello, Maximus," Steven awkwardly spoke in the tribe's language.
Moros frowned and said, "We speak English, I understand it."
Compared to the inaccurately pronounced primitive tribal language spoken by Steven, it's better to communicate with him in English.
Steven scratched his head awkwardly, "Oh, so Mr. Maximus speaks our language."
Moros nodded.
"In that case, let me show you to your office," Steven said.
They had set up several large offices in the school, each containing teachers from various guilds, just like a regular school.
Moros nodded in agreement, while William said, "I won't join you. I have a class to attend."
William was there to learn more common magic, not as a teacher, so he didn't need to visit the office.
"Mr. Johnson, take care," Moros said with a smile, respectfully seeing William off.
As William reached the door of Steven's office, he said, "Don't do this at school in the future, I'm just a student."
"Understood!" Moros still didn't raise his head.
Steven noticed that this elder of the Crimson Emissaries tribe must have experienced William's prowess, hence his respectful attitude.
You should know that the folks of the Crimson Emissaries tribe are actually quite xenophobic. If it weren't for the help of an old wizard from the tribe back then, he might have died in Mount Fuji.
"Maximus, come with me. I'll explain our rules and regulations and introduce you to other teachers sent here by various Soulmancer organizations."
So far, Steven found Mr. Maximus to be quite amiable.Trace the roots of this material to n0v★lbin
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Chapter 441 We speak English, I understand it.
Sable had transformed into a small dog and was hiding in a corner, too afraid to make a sound.
When Moros used his power of space to arrive in the yard, he hadn't noticed Sable initially, so Sable couldn't hide in time. Just as he was about to, he felt his soul energy being sealed.
When Moros announced his name, Sable was almost scared to death.
Although Sable was a Shapeshifter lord, what was he compared to Moros, a deity of witchcraft who mastered the laws of space?
Sable even thought Moros had come to kill him.
"Sable, don't be afraid, continue to help me take care of the yard," William said. He had clearly thought this through,it was best to keep these Shapeshifter lords and deity of witchcraft occupied with tasks, or else they would surely cause trouble when idle.
Hearing William say this, Sable finally breathed a sigh of relief.
From what he had seen, Moros seemed to respect William.
At this moment, Sable felt somewhat grateful to William. If it weren't for him, encountering a terrifying deity of witchcraft like Moros would mean certain death, wouldn't it?
Just then, Moros gave Sable a deep look, causing Sable to shrink back in fear.
Moros frowned slowly.
This Shapeshifter's relationship with Mr. Johnson seemed quite good – Mr. Johnson even let him take care of the yard!
He remembered that millions of years ago, taking care of a yard was his job!
"Moros, let's go. You wanted to promote witchcraft, right? I'll take you somewhere," William said, having decided to let Moros teach at the Soulmancer school.
Whether or not he could attract students would be up to his own abilities.
Moros's appointment as a teacher at the Soulmancer school was arranged by William and Steven.
Steven also got him a passport and a new identity, with the name Maximus.
"Mr. Johnson, there are so many people in the world now!" Moros's biggest realization was just how numerous ordinary people were.
William replied, "There are many ordinary people, but not many who can master witchcraft to its fullest extent."
Unlike Soulmancers, much of witchcraft is guided by one's own life force and energy.
"Mr. Johnson, I wonder who this gentleman is..." Steven looked at Moros, unsure of his identity.
William replied, "He's an elder of the Crimson Emissaries tribe and he's also here to recruit apprentices."
With Steven's strength, William couldn't very well tell him that this man was Moros, one of the deity of witchcraft.
Moros, one of the twelve deity of witchcraft, is extremely powerful and well-known in the Soulmancer community.
Steven was taken aback. This gentleman in a suit and tie was an elder of the Crimson Emissaries Guild?
Steven had visited the Crimson Emissaries Guild before. Back then, he thought he would encounter danger, but was invited in by the tribe's senior witch because he was already a mid-level Soulmancer. Despite the language barrier, they managed to communicate through consciousness.
There, Steven also learned some of the tribe's language from the senior witch.
"Hello, Maximus," Steven awkwardly spoke in the tribe's language.
Moros frowned and said, "We speak English, I understand it."
Compared to the inaccurately pronounced primitive tribal language spoken by Steven, it's better to communicate with him in English.
Steven scratched his head awkwardly, "Oh, so Mr. Maximus speaks our language."
Moros nodded.
"In that case, let me show you to your office," Steven said.
They had set up several large offices in the school, each containing teachers from various guilds, just like a regular school.
Moros nodded in agreement, while William said, "I won't join you. I have a class to attend."
William was there to learn more common magic, not as a teacher, so he didn't need to visit the office.
"Mr. Johnson, take care," Moros said with a smile, respectfully seeing William off.
As William reached the door of Steven's office, he said, "Don't do this at school in the future, I'm just a student."
"Understood!" Moros still didn't raise his head.
Steven noticed that this elder of the Crimson Emissaries tribe must have experienced William's prowess, hence his respectful attitude.
You should know that the folks of the Crimson Emissaries tribe are actually quite xenophobic. If it weren't for the help of an old wizard from the tribe back then, he might have died in Mount Fuji.
"Maximus, come with me. I'll explain our rules and regulations and introduce you to other teachers sent here by various Soulmancer organizations."
So far, Steven found Mr. Maximus to be quite amiable.Trace the roots of this material to n0v★lbin
Chapter 441 We speak English, I understand it. Sable had transformed into a small dog and was hiding in a corner, too afraid to make a sound. When Moros used his power of space to arrive in the yard, he hadn't noticed Sable initially, so Sable couldn't hide in time. Just as he was about to, he felt his soul energy being sealed. When Moros announced his name, Sable was almost scared to death. Although Sable was a Shapeshifter lord, what was he compared to Moros, a deity of witchcraft who mastered the laws of space? Sable even thought Moros had come to kill him. "Sable, don't be afraid, continue to help me take care of the yard," William said. He had clearly thought this through,it was best to keep these Shapeshifter lords and deity of witchcraft occupied with tasks, or else they would surely cause trouble when idle. Hearing William say this, Sable finally breathed a sigh of relief. From what he had seen, Moros seemed to respect William. At this moment, Sable felt somewhat grateful to William. If it weren't for him, encountering a terrifying deity of witchcraft like Moros would mean certain death, wouldn't it? Just then, Moros gave Sable a deep look, causing Sable to shrink back in fear. Moros frowned slowly. This Shapeshifter's relationship with Mr. Johnson seemed quite good Mr. Johnson even let him take care of the yard! He remembered that millions of years ago, taking care of a yard was his job! "Moros, let's go. You wanted to promote witchcraft, right? I'll take you somewhere," William said, having decided to let Moros teach at the Soulmancer school. Whether or not he could attract students would be up to his own abilities. Moros's appointment as a teacher at the Soulmancer school was arranged by William and Steven. Steven also got him a passport and a new identity, with the name Maximus. "Mr. Johnson, there are so many people in the world now!" Moros's biggest realization was just how numerous ordinary people were. William replied, "There are many ordinary people, but not many who can master witchcraft to its fullest extent." Unlike Soulmancers, much of witchcraft is guided by one's own life force and energy. "Mr. Johnson, I wonder who this gentleman is..." Steven looked at Moros, unsure of his identity. William replied, "He's an elder of the Crimson Emissaries tribe and he's also here to recruit apprentices." With Steven's strength, William couldn't very well tell him that this man was Moros, one of the deity of witchcraft. Moros, one of the twelve deity of witchcraft, is extremely powerful and well-known in the Soulmancer community. Steven was taken aback. This gentleman in a suit and tie was an elder of the Crimson Emissaries Guild? Steven had visited the Crimson Emissaries Guild before. Back then, he thought he would encounter danger, but was invited in by the tribe's senior witch because he was already a mid-level Soulmancer. Despite the language barrier, they managed to communicate through consciousness. There, Steven also learned some of the tribe's language from the senior witch. "Hello, Maximus," Steven awkwardly spoke in the tribe's language. Moros frowned and said, "We speak English, I understand it." Compared to the inaccurately pronounced primitive tribal language spoken by Steven, it's better to communicate with him in English. Steven scratched his head awkwardly, "Oh, so Mr. Maximus speaks our language." Moros nodded. "In that case, let me show you to your office," Steven said. They had set up several large offices in the school, each containing teachers from various guilds, just like a regular school. Moros nodded in agreement, while William said, "I won't join you. I have a class to attend." William was there to learn more common magic, not as a teacher, so he didn't need to visit the office. "Mr. Johnson, take care," Moros said with a smile, respectfully seeing William off. As William reached the door of Steven's office, he said, "Don't do this at school in the future, I'm just a student." "Understood!" Moros still didn't raise his head. Steven noticed that this elder of the Crimson Emissaries tribe must have experienced William's prowess, hence his respectful attitude. You should know that the folks of the Crimson Emissaries tribe are actually quite xenophobic. If it weren't for the help of an old wizard from the tribe back then, he might have died in Mount Fuji. "Maximus, come with me. I'll explain our rules and regulations and introduce you to other teachers sent here by various Soulmancer organizations." So far, Steven found Mr. Maximus to be quite amiable.Trace the roots of this material to n0vlbin
