Summit Farmer
Chapter 2129 - 2127: Magic Instructor

Chapter 2129: Chapter 2127: Magic Instructor

When Peter Brown was forcefully ejected outside, the first thing he saw upon opening his eyes was an old man curiously observing his condition before him.

"What have you gained?" the old man asked.

While asking, the old man’s gaze also fell onto Peter Brown.

"Not much, just felt an increased understanding of magic."

At this moment, Peter Brown, surprised, realized that his level had significantly upgraded. He was just a Magus before entering, but now he had already reached the level of a Magic Instructor.

Could it be?

Peter Brown was indeed shocked.

By now, the old man had fully assessed Peter, praising him: "As expected, your comprehension is very strong. You’ve ascended so many levels, not simple at all. With your current condition, you are equivalent to the Human Clan’s Void Saint level."

"What did you say?"

Peter Brown hadn’t really compared the two before, but now upon hearing this, he realized he had indeed made considerable progress, at least in terms of his cultivation in magic, he had reached a very high standard.

"Teacher, if there’s nothing else, I need to go prepare. I’ve been recruited from the class to head to the West Battlefield with the principal."

"What? I recall you were only at the Magic Apprentice level when you came in; how could they dispatch you to the West Battlefield?"

"Can’t help it, I’ve offended someone."

"Tell me, what happened?"

Peter Brown had no choice but to recount some of the things that had happened since his arrival.

Snorting, the old man said, "No matter, even if you go to the West, don’t be afraid. I’ll look after you there, go ahead."

Peter Brown wanted to ask for the old man’s name but realized he had already been teleported away by the old man through the Space Formation.

Thinking it over, Peter Brown concealed his cultivation as much as possible, still presenting the appearance of his original cultivation level.

This time, Peter felt that his Task was completed. His purpose for this visit was to acquire knowledge of magic, and with so many books collected, all he needed was a bit more time to Merge, and then all magic knowledge would become his.

Should he go to the West Battlefield?

Peter Brown could now teleport and leave, but he had a feeling that this was not a bad thing for him. With the emergence of Holy Demise, the West held many opportunities, and perhaps he could indeed make a difference.

No sooner had he left the Book Storage Room than the guardian looked at Peter and said, "Your teacher asked you to come to the class for a moment."

As soon as he finished speaking, his gaze swept over Peter Brown again, frowning, "There is a Quasi Saint’s aura about you; which Quasi Saint have you provoked?"

Peter Brown said, "I chatted with an old man in a high-level area for a while."

"An old man?"

Following that, the person hurriedly shut his mouth, nodding with a smile, "It’s good that he takes an interest in you. Go ahead."

Peter Brown didn’t understand what was happening but figured the old man must be someone significant.

When Peter Brown arrived in class, the entire class was being lectured by the school leadership.

Seeing Peter’s arrival, the homeroom teacher turned to him and said, "Peter Brown, do you have any objections to being dispatched to the West Battlefield?"

As Peter looked into the class, he noticed the five who were recruited standing there with their heads bowed subserviently.

Seeing this, Peter Brown said, "I’ve always expressed this: going to the West Battlefield is a good thing, it’s a sign of the importance and training given to us. I definitely want to go, it might even be my opportunity."

The homeroom teacher finally revealed a smile and nodded slightly: "Mm, voluntary is good."

That school leader then looked towards Peter Brown and said: "Since it’s voluntary, then you should prepare yourself. Tomorrow, you will depart with the principal."

After the leaders had delivered their lectures, they left.

With the departure of these leaders, students in the class one by one cast their gaze onto the four grassroots individuals like daggers.

"Humph, thinking of escaping the fray by causing a fuss?"

"Don’t even consider what sort of people you are, thinking you can escape such matters? Ridiculous!"

Everyone there began to scold those four, scolding them until they ran out of steam.

Peter then stood up, looked at the people in the class, and said: "Those who wish to die, keep cursing; watch how I’ll deal with you."

Now, everyone dared not offend Peter; as soon as he spoke, they all fell silent.

Peter looked towards those four and then turned to the wealthy students in the class: "How about this? These four individuals represent the class’s honor. To support their journey, shouldn’t everyone make a gesture? Let’s not say too much, each person supports them with ten thousand Devil Crystals, what do you think?"

While speaking, Peter looked towards the students in the class with a murderous gaze.

"Donate money. If you don’t have money, then donate a Magic Tool worth ten thousand Devil Crystals."

"Jackson Wood, you dare to mess around!"

"Anyway, we’re all going to die, so if it’s gonna be chaos, let it be. I don’t mind killing a few today."

In the midst of speaking, the murderous aura of Peter, who had killed countless people, suddenly filled the air; naturally, his aura was very heavy, frightening several people until they wet themselves.

"I’ll give, I’ll give!"

"You lot who are about to die, yet still so cowardly. How would you handle the battlefield?" Peter looked at those four people.

After hearing Peter’s words, the four finally showed a murderous aura, and one of them said: "That’s right, we’re going to die anyway, anyone who doesn’t hand over the money, we’ll kill them!"

With Peter standing there, the four went to collect the money.

It wasn’t long before even the girls in the class could only obediently hand over the money since few in their class were truly short of cash.

"Jackson Wood, here is the collected money and Magic Tools."

The four respectfully placed the items in front of Peter.

"Divide the Magic Tools among yourselves; they will be useful for self-defense. Give the Devil Crystals to your Family Members as a compensation for settling down."

After giving them a glance, Peter told them to leave first.

The four left with complicated expressions. Peter smiled and also walked out.

These four could be said to have been dragged down by him. Now, all he could do was help them get some Devil Crystals as compensation for their families since they were probably doomed to die.

Of course, with some Magic Tools in hand, they had a bit more chance of survival. It would all come down to their fate.

Seeing Peter leave, the people in the classroom sighed; faced with someone who played by none of the rules, they were left speechless.

Returning to the courtyard, Peter set up the formation and began to filter through his gains on this occasion.

Too much magical knowledge had to be systematized and sorted through.