Professor Frans’s office.
"Professor, did you call for ?" Amalia headed straight to Professor Frans’s office as soon as she returned to school.
Professor Frans gestured for her to sit down and got straight to the point: "Have you already been able to refine a spiritual artifacts?"
Amalia, not curious about why Professor Frans would know about it.
She just admitted it straightforwardly and said, "Yes, Professor, is that what you wanted to talk to about?"
Professor Frans nodded.
When he wasn’t angry, he was like a kind old man, but when he was, he was like a raging dragon.
"Your progress is really fast. First-year knowledge isn’t enough for you anymore, is it?"
Recently, Amalia hadn’t been attending classes very much.
Even though Professor Frans is her ntor, she still has a courage to not to go.
That’s also why Professor Frans could guess the reason.
Two months ago, she could refine a pseudo-spiritual artifact.
Two months later, there might have been progress, but he wasn’t sure until Amalia confird it.
Amalia nodded, "Yes, Professor, do you have any suggestions?"
Professor Frans glanced at her.
This cheap student, he had always thought that her usually quiet deanor might an she lacked the agility of thought of those who were more expressive.
Now it seed that he just overthinking, which was fine.
Because he didn’t like students who were rigid and unable to adapt.
"I do have a suggestion. Would you like to skip directly to the higher grade?"
Perhaps realizing he hadn’t been specific enough, Professor Frans added, "I an the third grade, not the second grade. In the second grade, there aren’t many students like you who can refine a spiritual artifacts. Your foundation is very solid, and you have no problems with the humanities. So, It would be more suitable for you to go to the third grade."
Amalia didn’t expect Professor Frans to bring up this matter proactively.
She had also thought about this issue recently, but she didn’t know how to proceed specifically.
"In higher grades, are there any other requirents?" Amalia asked.
Seeing her very interested, Professor Frans nodded approvingly.
"Yes, the school actually doesn’t recomnd students to skip grades. In the eyes of the school instructor and leaders, consolidating the foundation is very important, but I think you don’t need it."
"In order to prevent so students from skipping grades casually, the requirents for skipping grades are set slightly higher. If you have this intention, I will send you the requirents at the end of the term."
"Thank you, Professor."
"The end-of-term exams are coming up soon, and with your abilities, the exams shouldn’t be difficult for you. The trouble might co from having to go out on missions, so make good use of the remaining ti to prepare."
Amalia thanked him again; having a ntor was indeed different.
"As my student, it’s my responsibility to take care of you. There’s o need to thank ," Professor Frans waved his hands impatiently, hearing it too often was very annoying.
As she was about to leave, she suddenly rembered sothing.
"Professor, recently the school’s advanced level Amulets have been bought at high prices. Isn’t the school planning to control it?"
Professor Frans suddenly chuckled, "That depends on who caused it."
Amalia touched her nose, wondering why he seed to be looking at her while saying that.
She might have offended many people, but she probably wouldn’t spend so much money just to prevent her from buying advanced level Amulets.
But now she didn’t need advanced level Amulet anyway.
She would have as many as she needed once his father’s cultivation level improved.
Thinking of this, Amalia didn’t mind anymore.
In the second sester of the first year, in the blink of an eye, the end of term arrived.
In preparation for the end-of-term competition, both lower and upperclassn students were very busy.
For the students in the lower grades, whether they could advance to the higher classes and push others down depended on this.
In order to enter a class with good resources in the second year, Mighel Zepeda and the others were putting in a lot of effort in it
Most of what Amalia could teach had been taught.
The rest of the journey was up to them.
These people didn’t waste Amalia’s hard work for nothing.
After returning from the Disaster Zone, everyone had made so gains.
The money they earned was invested back into cultivation.
Now, even if they want to challenge the students from Class 4, they would have a high chance of success.
In Amalia’s arms, the Lumina Scale Komodo squird lightly, glancing at the clock.
Indeed, it was ti for another al.
Since being reprimanded by her, this clever little creature did not dared to make a sound whenever they went out.
However, when it cos to alti, it always found a chance to remind her.
Luckily, it wasn’t too difficult to take care of.
Otherwise, she would have to forcefully called back Kenny Lin, and had him bring his son Wealth with him.
Although he had amnesia and didn’t rember he had a "son".
anwhile, Kenny Lin, who was on a mission in a certain Disaster Zone, suddenly sneezed.
As a Spiritual Cultivator who was immune to all kind of illness, he hadn’t been sick in many years.
This situation indicated that soone was thinking about him.
Thinking about who could be thinking about him, Kenny Lin fell silent once more.
Thinking about the "mother and son" in his villa, a sense of gloom enveloped Kenny Lin.
Looking again at the figures in the black clothes that was blocking his path and preventing him from completing his mission, a swirls of killing intent were overflowed in Kenny Lin’s eyes.
"Who are you, and why do you keep opposing ?"
Kenny Lin stood in the cold wind, his gaze icy as he stared at the figures in the black clothes.
The leader of the figures in the black clothes, however, did not said anything.
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