Chapter 370 The Respective Heirs

"That's right, Thrall."

Clarence sat in front of the experimental table, carefully polishing his long nails, and said casually, "You know, your little brother outside is coming to Noah."

"Noah? Did you mean the capital?"

Salvatore looked up in surprise at another table: "I know about this...but how did you know?"

"I know it's weird?"

Clarence smiled: "I'm from the Incapacitation School."

He smiled, stretched out the index and middle fingers of his right hand, gestured to his own eyes, and pointed to Salvatore's eyes.

"—What you know, I also know."

"Did you see it from Longjing Tea?"

Salvatore responded immediately and laughed softly.

Clarence shrugged, "Yeah.

"Although I have warned him not to think wildly in front of the Reaper, he thinks more. Even more detailed than before I told him..."

"It definitely requires special training."

Salvatore smiled helplessly: "You are scaring children."

"Children should be frightened."

Clarence pushed on his glasses, and put forward the opposite point of view with a stern face: "It's better to be so startled by me than to be swept out by other spirit wizards after going out."

"I don't think so."

Salvatore scratched his fluffy hair, and there was a troubled expression on his lazy face: "If you keep scaring them like this, they may not dare to approach you.

"There is no way to accumulate experience against Soul Reaper wizards. What if they leave the Black Tower?"

"I care what they do."

Clarence snorted twice, and said angrily: "One class is not good, and I don't have the patience to practice how to block and falsify my thoughts.

Even if the memory and mind are directly changed by other soul reincarnating wizards, they are asking for it. "

"Don't say that..."

"It's not that our Zedi Black Tower doesn't have the Soul Reaper School. There are so many books about transforming the school. As long as you can't learn each one, you won't read them... You don't lack tower masters to transform the school. We, the Soul Reaper School. There are not many smart people with ability and self-control. One is either ill-intentioned, stupid, or stupid... Other schools don't pay attention to the confrontation with the Reaper of Souls."

Clarence complained: "But I change their minds, if I let them feel it, they think it's rank suppression, anyone can do it; if they can't feel it, they can't even feel their own. Mind is changed.

"How can you teach me?"

"Alright alright, calm down."

Salvatore patted Clarence's shoulder helplessly, and comforted: "That being said, you also have to consider their ability to accept?

"If they do not master this ability in the end, then all this will be in vain in the end. As a tutor, in addition to his own knowledge and ability, the 'teaching method that students can accept and learn' is itself a kind of teaching ability. "

"Easy to say..."

Clarence grumbled, and flicked his freshly polished nails.

With the sound of the crisp bones clashing, the white jade-colored nails made of centaur phalanxes drew a pure white shimmer in the air.

In Clarence's own eyes, the air swept by his fingernails produced tiny, pure black cracks.

Centaurs are a race that can peep into the future with their own naked eyes and pluck the strings of fate with their hands... This is their innate extraordinary ability.

But it is precisely because of this that the horse people have developed a timid and indifferent character.

Be able to see the destined outcome from the start—and be able to see each time you change the future, see again where the future is heading again. This frees them from the need to have "the perseverance in the face of fate".

Because everything is just "things that haven't happened yet".

Once they get used to "what they see is bound to happen", it is difficult for them to have the courage to fight the future.

Lost the great joy that came from persevering to the end.

Lost the tenacity forged from the unknown suffering.

I lost the "transient, meaningless happiness" I got on the way, because of the unknown...

For the horse people, the little surprises and joys they get in the future are "meaningless" compared to the goal at the end. But if everything is to follow the "final meaning", then everything will become meaningless.

At the same time, when the whole clan has the future vision, the individual's future vision cannot produce a greater advantage within the clan. On the contrary... Centaurs' eyes can be used to assist in peeking into future rituals; while the centaurs' phalanx can be used to make props that change fate.

——In a sense, the cowardly and indifferent character of the centaurs is also entirely caused by their talent.

"...like centaurs. It's no use peeking into the future without power."

Clarence said in a low tone: "For these students who have no talent and no consciousness, my suggestion is not to let them graduate."

When he said this, he glanced at Salvatore with a half-smile: "Speaking of which, Thrall. You are now advanced to silver... Although you are an alchemist, you should also bring students.

"When you start taking students, you should know how I feel."

"Will not."

Salvatore said confidently: "I've thought about this day for a long time... I'm actually looking forward to it. In fact, when Mr. Benjamin taught me, I thought about what I would be like with students in the future.

"Although it's not polite to say that to his old man... But Mr. Benjamin really doesn't care about us.

"I thought at the time that if I became a teacher in the future, I would definitely not be like him. I have to patiently answer questions for my students-in addition to teaching them spells, I also teach them to be human."

Salvatore looked at Clarence and replied seriously: "Seriously, Senior Clarence. They are only fourteen or fifteen year olds. I think they 'how to think', 'how to live', ' How to learn' should also be taught to them by us."

"Fourteen or fifteen is not too young. And Master Benjamin was..."

Clarence hesitated.

The mental state of Master Benjamin at that time was obviously not quite right. If he didn't kill you at that time, it shows that you are already very good...

But these words, Salvatore will definitely not understand.

He shook his head and changed the subject: "Okay, Thrall. How is Valtore going?"

"What else can I do? Heita's life is so orderly, how could I let her out."

Salvatore is clearly in a good mood: "It would be nice if life could be like this."

"In that case, I suggest you go to see the new batch of students first. When I went to Longjing Tea before, I saw a material that could be made. I saw traces of breaking free from fate in him... Not only talent There is genius in one aspect, but also the corresponding will and perseverance.”

Clarence suddenly thought of something, and said to Salvatore: "It's the youngest child... the ten-year-old one."

"...makes you feel like a genius? Why, isn't he suitable for the Soul Reaper school?"

Salvatore looked at his friend with some surprise, the senior he respected.

Clarence has been looking for his heir.

Longjing tea is one of his favorite students.

It's just a pity... He didn't choose the Soul Reaper school. Moreover, Longjing tea is indeed more in line with the imperial school.

The evaluation is so high, but he still gives it to himself... That can only show that this is a genius who has transformed into a school.

Salvatore suddenly became interested: "Then what's his name?"

"His name is von Hohenheim."

Clarence replied.