Reincarnated as an Elder: I Became the Strongest Summoned Beast in Another World

Chapter 18 Hidden Dangers

"Alright, students, we'll have class as usual today."

At 10:10, Mao Die stood on the podium on time, smiling as he looked at the hundred people below the stage, each with their own unique expression.

As long as he remains calm and composed, it is others who will be surprised; Mao Die was well aware of this.

"I was feeling a bit tired yesterday, and I accidentally fell asleep in class. I hope I didn't scare anyone?"

He glanced at his classmates, who were reacting in different ways, and noticed the flowers on some girls' desks... Had his human face become so popular after only one day?

Of course, to avoid any complications and to avoid the embarrassment of refusing such a kind invitation, he would rather pretend not to see it and give Hong Shixi'an a wink.

"I'm so glad you're alright, teacher!"

He imitated Yvonne's captivating wink, and his best friend immediately understood. He seemingly impulsively slammed his fist on the table, but in reality, it was to attract the attention of the whole class.

What are we learning today?

"Yes, what will we study?"

The same chubby guy with curly hair was still sitting next to him, and they were still there, singing and laughing as they had the day before.

Yeah, what should we study?

Maodie remained silent, simply resting his chin on his hand in thought, while also checking on Furlyn's condition once more.

The center seat in the first row was empty; she hadn't come to class. Perhaps she was catching up on sleep in her dorm, or perhaps she was outside searching for him, whom she hadn't yet recognized.

In any case, since being teleported away by Ivinel early yesterday morning, he has been away from his master in cat form for a whole day. If he doesn't go back soon, that girl will probably worry herself sick.

"How about we meditate for today's lesson?"

Although he called it meditation, it was really just an excuse he made for taking a casual class; he was just short of blurting out the irresponsible "this class is for self-study."

He didn't want to disappoint his classmates, but he was bound by the seven-day limit and had no time to be distracted by others, so he could only devote himself to Furlyn.

Rather than putting in the effort to teach a good lesson, he preferred to "waste time" with his classmates, secretly sorting out his thoughts about Furlyn in his mind—

When I get back, how should I see her? If she's angry, how should I coax her? If she cries, what should I do? Should I use sweet words or a sincere apology? Should I pester her relentlessly or use the silent treatment to move on?

Mao Die was unaware of this, but he wouldn't be overly anxious about it, just as he could easily handle the puzzled faces in the audience:

"Your confusion is to my surprise. Meditation is my secret practice, which is not recorded in the scriptures."

His strength was unfathomable, and his prestige among magicians was strong enough that no matter what he said, those naive novices were willing to believe him.

"Bring it up quickly!"

Hong Shih-an was beaming with joy and couldn't wait to interact with him.

"Um, cough cough..."

Mao Die then put on airs, with his left hand behind his back, his right hand wielding a whip, and even clearing his throat in a mysterious manner.

The students all opened their notebooks, picked up their pens, and their eager eyes were fixed on the face of the fake lecturer.

"Since you all have such high expectations, then I shall humbly accept your offer."

Pressure? Mao Die never felt pressure; on the contrary, this kind of silly, knife-edge-dancing game excited him more and more.

Back in the day, he was a seasoned pro at slacking off under the watchful eye of the manager, and he shared the same dogma as today's young people:

Games are only fun when played secretly.

Just like doing great things, without the stimulation of defying the odds, it has no soul. It can be seen that pressure is an essential seasoning for action.

"Meditation is about eliminating distracting thoughts and sitting quietly to reflect on oneself."

Your thoughts need not be confined to magic; anything that comes to mind naturally is a manifestation of flow.

Only by acting from the heart can one reflect on oneself; only by reflecting on oneself can one purify the heart; only by purifying the heart can one understand the Way; only by understanding the Way can one make continuous progress.

The old man was tall and rigid, and no matter what he said, the students who regarded him as an authority would treat it as gospel.

Moreover, he wasn't just spouting nonsense; he came prepared.

The nonsense I read in my previous life about cultivating immortality online novels is now surprisingly useful in this Western fantasy magical world.

"From now on, please close your eyes and meditate with me. Opening your eyes before I give the command will be a waste of time."

He lacked martial ethics, resorting to deception and sneak attacks. His five-hit combo of nonsense caught the students off guard.

"..."

They were careless; instead of dodging, they all obediently followed instructions, sitting solemnly in their seats and closing their eyes to meditate.

The noisy classroom returned to silence; it was time to take action.

"Wind Enchant..."

He first cast a Windwalking spell on his feet, enhancing his movement speed and achieving the silent walking that countless FPS players dream of.

The so-called "wind-driven" means that the wind is attached to the sole of the boot, which increases the thrust and speed, while also generating a lifting force similar to that of a maglev train.

"Air Oscillate (Silence)..."

Light cannot travel freely; it must also block the transmission of unnecessary sounds.

While it's called "blocking," the name is merely for show; the underlying principle is essentially the same:

By using the violent vibrations of the air, the transmission of sound waves is affected, thereby achieving the blocking effect.

Within the subdivisions of the magic system, sound magic is a superior branch of wind magic, and since Maodie can freely manipulate the wind, he can naturally also control sound.

All is ready except for the opportunity.

He glanced at Heissen on the far left, then at the two sisters behind Hon. Shian, who were exchanging forced smiles, and an idea formed in his mind—

Kill Heissen today, and it is the most urgent task to prevent any unforeseen complications.

As for Furlyn, even if Modie learned the news from her best friend Mary, she didn't have any immediate countermeasures, so she decided to deal with it later.

"Magic Hide...For 14 Hours..."

He took out the ancient book and chanted a spell over the pink heart on its cover, which also concealed the forbidden lock that Yvonne had placed deep within the layers of the heart.

He merely concealed the traces and temporarily shielded the magic, but did not dispel it—he still needed this to deceive everyone and eliminate the enemy without them even realizing it.

"Mana Link..."

He swung his staff and fired an invisible beam of magic at Heysen, which created a temporary bond upon impact, allowing Heysen to communicate with him within the sound-blocking field.

"Ahem, Dean Heissen?"

With a snap of his fingers, when Heissen groggily opened his eyes, Modie was already standing in front of him, smiling as he handed him the book.

"You only need to reach out and accept it. You don't need to open your eyes to answer, and you don't need to worry about others hearing it. I have cast a spell to block out the sound."

You are a diligent and good student. My joke yesterday was a bit too much. If you don't mind, I'll give you this classic book. You can study it when you move up to the third grade.

Heissen, without suspicion, bowed his head and expressed gratitude like a dog, his hands trembling slightly as if he were holding some priceless treasure.

It's the kind of weight that life can't bear.

The death array of abstinence imposed by Yvonne is no different from breaking the sin of lust, one of the seven deadly sins, and no one who breaks it will survive.

Sending the book was just the beginning; the real essence lay in the hidden magic circle, the yet-to-be-arranged potent medicine, and the contents of the book—dark magic unknown to him—which would certainly be condemned as heresy.

The process of casting the poison, raising the poison, and escaping... Mao Die has completed the first and last two steps, only the most important process remains to be explained.

"Link Break...Mana Link..."

He waved his wand again, severing his bond with Heisenberg and lifting the silencing order imposed on Hon Schiean.

"Young Master?"

He strode over and immediately spotted the young master's erect penis, which was throbbing with desire. He patted the young master's dazed face.

"The others can't hear our conversation. As a return gift for last time, I want you to give Heissen some strong medicine before nightfall, the kind that makes him even more thirsty than he is now."

"You're really good at judging people, aren't you?"

Hong Shih-an gave a sly smile.

"I'll clear myself of any suspicion, so please."

With the young master's help, how could Modie worry about Heissen's survival?

With this matter settled, the next step is... to inquire with Big Mary about Furlyn's whereabouts.

"Link..."

"Cross-area Teleport——"

Is this... Yvonne's chanting? What is that old woman up to now?!

In the blink of an eye, Mao Die Shuang was teleported to the Dean's office again, but dared not utter a single complaint.

Because he suddenly realized that Ivinel wouldn't summon him for no reason, at least not in class.

The aftershocks of his fainting spell yesterday had barely subsided when she teleported him away during this class with a divine spell… There could only be one thing that could make her do something so inappropriate—

"Chivalier, something terrible has happened! The girl is in trouble!"