Life of a Magic Academy Mage

Chapter 179

Chapter 179

Pop!

Another quill broke. Lee Han raised his head and hesitated.

‘There are many subjects to study.’

In fact, as if the other friends were worried, Lee Han said, ‘How did I end up like this?’ I was not tormented by despair and frustration.

Lee Han’s spirit was too hard and firm to be shaken by such a thing.

A personality that prepares by reading even one more letter at the time of regret.

…but even taking that into account, there were many.

Need help…

“?”

Lee Han raised his head.

All of my friends were busy studying in the break room. Guyando was also reading a book while eating a custard pie.

who was talking?

grow. Boy…

It was a helmet, surprisingly, that spoke.

The helmet I picked up from the underground dungeon!

‘Was it an ego artifact?’

Items created by excellent wizards also possessed consciousness and intelligence on their own.

If the wizard’s level was truly outstanding, it was possible to create artifacts that were wiser than humans.

“I didn’t know it was an ego artifact.”

Lee Han put down the quill.

Originally, I was going to open it carefully after the exam, but I couldn’t ignore it when he talked to me like that.

“What is your name?”

I am the helmet of wisdom.

“Right. The Helm of Wisdom…”

Lee Han grabbed his staff under the table.

Just because the opponent was an artifact, I never intended to be vigilant.

Isn’t that the guy from the underground dungeon?

Besides, the dungeon was managed by Professor Voladi, and the magic school where the dungeon was located was managed by the headmaster of the skeleton… I

had to be suspicious of it unconditionally.

“Does it have anything to do with Osu Gonadaltes or Voladi Baegrek?”

no. I am not a pitch made by the headmaster. A helmet made externally. Decades ago, a student sneaked me in for an exam.

“Right. Of course, I’m not saying I completely believe you.”

……

The Helm of Wisdom was bewildered.

It’s not like he’s been lied to all his life, so why is a young guy so suspicious?

“So what are your skills?”

As the name suggests, I am the Helm of Wisdom. Inside of me are the knowledge left by the masters who came before me.

“…!”

Lee Han’s eyes widened.

The knowledge left by the masters who came first remains.

As a student at the Magic School, that information was of great value.

How hard they struggled to find information like how to get out or hidden spaces in the school.

Even if you only get a few of those things…

“Come on. Ready. tell me everything!”

Lee Han quickly took out a new piece of paper and shouted. At first, I thought of enemies as soon as I shut up.

Calm down. Boy… I’m not a pitcher that works that way.

“then?”

I can answer questions once a month. I can answer anything by using the knowledge accumulated within me.

“Is it possible to predict midterm exam questions?”

That’s impossible.

“Then isn’t it anything?”

…Of all the owners I’ve met, boy, you seem to be the most picky. I am not an all-rounder.

Helm was embarrassed and answered.

“I see…”

Lee Han had a rough idea of what kind of helmet this helmet of wisdom was.

This was an artifact a bit like the spirit Perkuntra.

If you expect too much, you may be rather disappointed.

‘I’ll have to decide the question well.’

If I asked the wrong question, I could waste a possible question once a month.

“Is there any way to blackmail Osu Gonadaltes?”

I’ll just try to predict midterm problems. I could be quite wrong, but…

“No. I was just asking.”

Lee Han wiped the helmet well with a cloth and set it aside.

It wasn’t that it was useless, but it was an awkward item.

‘If it’s an Ego Artifact, it will be quite expensive. Should I take it out and sell it?’

Wait a minute, is this the end? Why the question…

“I’ll ask you later if I remember.”

The Helm of Wisdom was perplexed.

There was no student like this among the students at the magic school who had ever caught a pitch.

The wizard who created the Helm of Wisdom placed two spells on it.

One is to periodically answer the owner’s questions.

The other is to keep trying to be wise.

If knowledge was accumulated while constantly wandering the world and changing owners, wouldn’t it be possible to create a helmet that is more clever than the wizard himself?

It was an artifact created for that very purpose.

The nameless wizard had died of old age before, but the Helm of Wisdom was still running around.

‘I shouldn’t be like this.’

The Helm of Wisdom grew impatient.

There was a phenomenon that the wizard who created it did not expect, and that was that the helmet of wisdom tried to manipulate the owner.

What must the pitcher do to keep getting wiser?

I had to keep looking for new things that Helm didn’t know.

To do so, the more the owner relied on the helmet, the better. I will go to find new things to move and experience as pitch tells me.

And until now, all owners have relied on helmets.

The students admired and worshiped the helmet every time it answered a question.

-I see… This < Introduction to wide-area flame magic > has everything I want written on it! Helm of Wisdom Thanks!

-It wasn’t too difficult… I think you should study fire magic a bit more.

-You think so?

-then! Now how about exploring the lava fields underground in the mountains?

– It looks a bit dangerous there.

-You’ll be fine!

Of course, this dependent relationship did not end well.

The students would only realize that the Helm of Wisdom had manipulated them only after being stabbed in the back of the head.

Naturally, by that time, the helmet had also abandoned its old owner. I need to find a new owner.

But this time, the new owner who picked up the helmet did something strange.

As if he wasn’t interested…

‘It must be an illusion. He’ll be talking to me soon to get something out of me!’

However, Lee Han threw his pitcher in the corner of his private room and soon forgot about it as he concentrated on his studies.

* * *

Thirteen, a crow-beast, a fourth-year student at the Magic School, took out a potion from the inside of his coat, holding back a yawn.

‘It’s not good to keep using sleep prevention potion… It’s not good…’

But what can I do?

The drowsiness in front of my eyes must be driven away.

“Coke. Coke. Are you here?”

“Professor, are you here?”

Diret bowed her head politely.

The two were not an ordinary professor-student relationship.

Diret is a kind of master-pupil relationship majoring in black magic under Professor Mortum.

“But can I really help? Aren’t you going to the punishment room?”

“Coke. Permission granted.”

Originally, there was only one reason why 4th graders, who had nothing to do anywhere near 1st graders, were doing this here.

It was to help Professor Mortum with his black magic midterm exam.

Professors who excel in education create their own tests and grade them on their own, but not all professors excel.

Then, now outstanding disciples had to step up instead.

Disciples like Diret.

“Coke. take this.”

Professor Mortum held out a heavy bag of silver coins and a reagent box.

It was the reward Diret received in return for participating in this midterm exam.

By the time he was in his fourth year, the amount of money spent on his own magic re

Before the trouble continued, Professor Mortum coughed and opened his mouth.

“Coke. Then it would be better to start slowly.”

“yes! professor. Ready!”

Gainando grabbed the stick.

Whether it’s a curse or an undead summon, it’s what I practiced hard yesterday.

Gainando’s expression overflowed with confidence as he abandoned other lectures and sold black magic.

“What can I do?”

“poison.”

“…yes?”

“Collock. This test is for Germany.”

“……”

Cainando looked at the professor with a mixture of various emotions, such as resentment, betrayal, and hurt.

However, Lee Han nodded without blinking an eye.

“All right.”

‘Are you a freshman?’