Super Righteous Player
Chapter 373 - 370 Each Heir_1

Chapter 373: Chapter 370 Each Heir_1

"Right, Saul."

Clarence leaned back against the lab bench, meticulously filing his long fingernails, and casually said, "Did you know? That junior from outside has come to Noah."

"Noah? Are you talking about the Royal Capital?"

Salvatore looked up in surprise from another table, "I did know about that... But how do you know?"

"Is it strange that I know?"

Clarence smiled, "Well, I am from the Soul Snatching School."

He smiled and extended the index and middle fingers of his right hand, pointing at his own eyes and then gesturing towards Salvatore’s eyes.

"—What you know, I also know."

"You saw it through the Dragon Well tea, didn’t you?"

Salvatore immediately caught on and chuckled softly.

Clarence shrugged, "That’s right.

"Although I had warned him not to let his mind wander in front of a Soul Snatching wizard, he ended up thinking even more. Even more detailed than before I spoke to him..."

"That must require special training."

Salvatore laughed helplessly, "You’re scaring the kid."

"Kids need to be scared a little."

Clarence pushed up his glasses and stated the opposite view with a stern face, "A scare from me is much better than having their brains picked clean by another Soul Snatching wizard out there."

"I don’t think so."

Salvatore scratched his messy hair, his face showing a troubled expression, "If you keep scaring them like this, they may be too afraid to approach you.

"How will they accumulate experience in countering Soul Snatching wizards once they leave the Black Tower?"

"What do I care what they do."

Clarence huffed, speaking irritably, "One by one, they don’t pay attention in class and lack the patience to practice how to shield or fake their own thoughts. If another Soul Snatching wizard directly alters their memories and minds, it’s their own fault."

"Don’t say that..."

"Our Heath Tower of Black isn’t without the Soul Snatching School, there are so many books about the Transmutation School here. They only care about what they can’t learn... Your Transmutation School is not short of Tower Masters, but our Soul Snatching School has few clever ones with both ability and self-control. They are either malicious, stupid, or maliciously stupid... And the other schools don’t pay attention to combat against the Soul Snatching School either."

Clarence complained, "But if I alter their minds, and if they realize it, they think it’s a suppression by rank, something anyone can do; if they don’t realize it, they won’t even feel their minds have been changed.

"How am I supposed to teach, then?"

"Alright, alright, calm down."

Salvatore patted Clarence’s shoulder consolingly, "I know what you mean, but you also have to consider their capacity for acceptance, right?

"If they ultimately don’t master the skill, then all this effort is wasted in the end. As a mentor, besides your own knowledge and abilities, ’a method of teaching that allows students to understand and learn’ is itself a teaching skill."

"Easier said than done..."

Clarence muttered, flicking his freshly polished nails.

With the crisp sound of bone clashing, the jade-white, centaur-bone-made fingernails trailed a pure white glow through the air.

In Clarence’s own eyes, tiny, pure black fractures appeared in the air where his nails had passed.

Centaurikinds could directly glimpse the future with their own eyes and pluck the strings of destiny with their hands – it was their innate Transcendent ability.

But for this very reason, it also fostered the centaurs’ timid and aloof nature.

Being able to see the predetermined outcome from the start – and being able to clearly see which direction the future would take each time they changed it – led to their lack of the "fortitude to face destiny".

For everything is only "yet to happen."

Once they grow accustomed to the idea that "what they see will inevitably come to pass," they find it difficult to muster the courage to oppose the future.

They lose the immense joy that comes from persevering to the end.

They lose the tenacious will forged through suffering the unknown.

And they lose the "fleeting, meaningless happiness" acquired along the way, due to the unpredictable...

For the centaur, little surprises and joys gained in the future are "meaningless" compared to the goals at the journey’s end. But if everything is pursued only for the "ultimate meaning," then all would become meaningless.

At the same time, in a race all possessing the power of foresight, an individual’s power of foresight cannot confer a greater advantage within the group. On the contrary... The centaur eyes could assist in rituals to glimpse the future; their finger bones could be used to create artifacts that change destiny.

—In a sense, the centaur’s weak and indifferent nature is also entirely due to their innate ability.

"...Just like the centaur. For those powerless, foreseeing the future is of no benefit."

Clarence spoke in a somber tone, "For those students who have neither talent nor awareness, my recommendation is that they should not graduate."

As he spoke, he glanced at Salvatore with a half-smile, "Speaking of which, Saul. You’ve advanced to silver now... Although you’re an alchemist, it’s time for you to take on students.

"When you start mentoring, you’ll understand my feelings."

"That’s unlikely."

Salvatore spoke confidently, "I’ve thought about this day for a long time... in fact, I’m quite looking forward to it. When Master Benjamin was teaching me, I already pondered what it would be like to mentor students in the future.

"Though it’s a bit disrespectful to say this about him... Master Benjamin truly didn’t care much about us.

"I had thought back then, if I were to become a teacher, I definitely wouldn’t act like him. I would patiently answer questions for my students—not only teaching them spells but also teaching them how to be people."

Salvatore looked at Clarence earnestly and replied, "Honestly, senior Clarence. They are just fourteen or fifteen-year-old kids. I think ’how they think’, ’how they live’, ’how they study’ should also be imparted by us."

"Fourteen or fifteen is not that young. And at that time, Master Benjamin..."

Clarence trailed off.

Master Benjamin’s mental state at that time was clearly not right. The fact that he didn’t kill you meant you were already very talented...

But Salvatore would definitely not appreciate these words.

He shook his head and changed the subject, "Alright, Saul. How’s Vatore doing lately?"

"How could it be? Life in Black Tower is so orderly; how could I possibly let her leave."

Salvatore appeared in good spirits, "If only life could be as methodical."

"Then in that case, I suggest you look at the new batch of students. While I was looking for Dragon Well tea, I saw a promising youth. I saw traces of breaking free from destiny in him... not only is he a genius talent-wise, but he also possesses the corresponding will and perseverance."

Clarence suddenly recalled something and hinted to Salvatore, "It’s the smallest kid... the ten-year-old one."

"...You think he’s a genius? What, he’s not a good fit for the Soul Snatching School?"

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

Clarence had always been searching for his successor.

Dragon Well tea was a student he was very fond of.

It’s just a pity... he didn’t choose the Soul Snatching School. Moreover, Dragon Well tea indeed had a higher affinity for the Decree School.

To give such high praise yet still defer to oneself could only mean that this was a genius for changing schools.

Salvatore immediately became interested, "What’s his name?"

"His name is Feng Hohenheim."

Clarence answered.