The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 370: Respective Successor

Chapter 370: Respective Successor

“By the way, Salvatore.” Clarence was sitting in front of the experimental table, carefully polishing his long nails, and said casually, “Do you know that your little junior has come to Noah?”

“Noah? Did you mean the capital?” Salvatore was at another table and raised his head in surprise, “I know about this, but how did you find out about it?”

“Is it strange for me to know it?” Clarence smiled. “I’m from the Soul s.n.a.t.c.h School.”

He smiled, reached out the index and middle fingers of his right hand, gestured to his own eyes, and pointed to Salvatore’s eyes, “I also know what you knew.”

“You learned it from Longjing Tea, right?” Salvatore realized immediately and chuckled softly.

Clarence shrugged, “Yeah.

“Although I had warned him not to think wildly in the presence of Soul s.n.a.t.c.h Wizard, he dwelled deeper into the thoughts, even more detailed than before I warned him.”

“That requires special training.” Salvatore smiled helplessly, “You’re just bullying the children.”

“They deserve it.” Clarence adjusted his gla.s.ses and put forward the opposite point of view sternly, “It’s better to have me bully him than to have his memory search cleaned by other Soul s.n.a.t.c.h Wizards after leaving the academy.”

“I don’t think so.” Salvatore scratched his s.h.a.ggy hair. There was a troubled expression on his lazy face, “If you keep scaring them like this, they probably won’t dare to approach you.

“If he doesn’t have a channel to gain experience against the Soul s.n.a.t.c.h Wizards, how will it turn out after leaving the Black Tower?”

“I don’t want to care anymore.”

Clarence snorted and complained in annoyance, “They don’t take the cla.s.s seriously, and they don’t have the patience to practice blocking the peeping eyes and fake their thoughts. Even if other Soul s.n.a.t.c.h Wizards alter their memories and minds, they ask for it.”

“Don’t put it that way…”

“We’re not short of the Soul s.n.a.t.c.h School in Black Tower. There are so many books about the Alteration School here. They won’t study it once they realize they could not master the arts. Your Alteration School doesn’t lack tower masters, but our Soul s.n.a.t.c.h School is short of smart people with the capability and self-control. Either they’re ill-hearted, stupid, or a fool with ill intentions. Other schools don’t pay attention to the confrontation with the Soul s.n.a.t.c.h School.”

Clarence complained, “But if I change their minds and they sense it, they will a.s.sume it’s because I have a higher rank, and they can’t do anything about it; if they don’t sense my magic, they don’t even realize their minds are being altered.

“How am I supposed to teach them?”

“Alright, alright, calm down.” Salvatore helplessly patted Clarence’s shoulder and comforted him, “That being said, you have to consider their ability to absorb the learning.

“If they do not master this ability in the end, then all their efforts will be in vain. As a tutor, besides your knowledge and capability, the ‘teaching method that allows the students to comprehend and learn’ is a test of teaching skills. “

“It’s easier said than done,” Clarence grunted and flicked his freshly polished nails.

As the noise of bones clashing with each other had sounded, the white jade-colored nails made of centaur’s finger bones drew a pure white shimmer in the air.

In Clarence’s eyes, the air his fingernails swept across produced tiny and pure black cracks.

Centaur was a race that could peep into the future directly with their own eyes and pluck the strings of destiny with their hands. What was portrayed was their innate ability.

But it was precisely because of this that the centaurs developed the timid and indifferent character.

They possessed the ability to see the destined outcome from the start. They could peer into the future direction when they attempted to change their future. This robbed away their perseverance to fight against their fate.

Everything was just “things that have not happened yet”.

Once they got used to “what they saw was bound to happen”, it was difficult for them to have the courage to fight for the future.

Thus, they lost the great joy that came from persevering to the end;

They lost the tenacity and will that came from adversities;

They also lost the “transient and meaningless happiness” in the unknowns of their life journey.

For the centaurs, the little surprises and joys in the future were “meaningless” compared to the goal at the end. But if everything were to follow through to the “final destination”, everything would become meaningless.

At the same time, when the whole clan had the future vision, the individual level of prophecy magic could not generate a greater advantage within the clan. The outcome was the opposite of the natural gift. The centaur’s eyes were s.n.a.t.c.hed as a tool for prophecy rituals. On the other hand, the centaur’s finger bones could be used as tools to facilitate the changes in fate.

In a sense, the centaur’s cowardly and indifferent character was caused by their talent.

“Without power, peeping into the future is useless like the centaurs.” Clarence said in a low tone, “For these students who have no talent and no realization, my advice is not to let them graduate.”

When he said this, he glanced at Salvatore with a smile, “Speaking of which, Salvatore, you have now advanced to the Silver Rank. Although you are an alchemist, you should also get yourself some students.

“When you start having students, you should know how I feel.”

“Not really.” Salvatore said confidently, “I’ve thought about this day for a long time, and I’m looking forward to it. When Teacher Benjamin taught me, I thought about what I would be like with students in the future.

“Although it’s impolite to say that, Teacher Benjamin doesn’t care about us.

“I thought at the time that if I became a teacher in the future, I would not be like him. I have to answer my students’ questions patiently — in addition to teaching them spells, I also teach them to conduct themselves.”

Salvatore looked at Clarence and replied seriously, “Seriously, Senior Clarence. They are only fifteen-year-olds kids. We have to teach them ‘how to think’, ‘how to live their lifes’, and ‘how to learn’.”

“Fifteen years old is not young, and Master Benjamin was…” Clarence hesitated.

The mental state of Master Benjamin at that time was not quite right. If he did not kill you at that time, it showed that you were pretty good.

But, Salvatore definitely would not understand these words.

He shook his head and changed the subject, “Okay, Salvatore. How’s Valtore going?”

“What else? Black Tower life is so orderly. How could I let her out?” Salvatore was clearly in a good mood, “If my life can always be orderly like now, I’m gratified.”

“In that case, I suggest you see the new batch of students first. When I approached Longjing Tea previously, I encountered a talent with the traces of overcoming his fate. Not only is his talent superb, but also his will and perseverance are notable.”

Clarence suddenly thought of something and said to Salvatore, “It’s the youngest child… the ten-year-old one.”

“Oh, you see highly of him. But why? Is he not suitable for the Soul s.n.a.t.c.h School?” Salvatore looked at his friend in surprise, who was also a senior he respected.

Clarence had been looking for his heir.

Longjing Tea was one of his favorite students.

It was a pity he did not choose the Soul s.n.a.t.c.h School. Also, Longjing Tea was indeed a better fit for the Edict School.

Since he pointed out the talent with great potential to me, he must be a genius for the Alteration School.

Salvatore suddenly became interested, “Then what’s his name?”

“His name is Von Hohenheim.” Clarence replied.