Hearing the words of the gray-clothed man, the caster apprentices sitting in the last row of onlookers collectively entered a state of three-dimensional collapse.
They did not expect that teachers who usually seem to be highly respected and even very dangerous should have these strange hobbies in private.
"Even though there are a lot of non-academic discussions in the owl pen pal club, that's what this pen pal club exists for..."
The man in grey tore off the glossy coat of the owl pen pal club, reminding everyone that this pen pal club, despite its guise of "magic research", was actually a bunch of magicians getting together to talk about what they were doing in real life Things not to say.
"Of course, the purpose of the owl pen pal club's existence is to communicate on this, but it is much easier than the 'Sage Council' held by the white-robed old man."
As the founder of the Owl Penpal Association, the man in grey certainly cannot deny the contribution that the Owl Penpal Association has brought over the years.
"Then why disband the Owl Penpal Club?"
People kept raising new questions, and some of Nolan's most unsettled spellcasters gathered here, facing the chattering classroom below.
The gray-clothed ones can only use tough and direct means to calm them down.
He used magic to directly condense everything he saw in front of him into an entity, and a window composed of pure white light appeared in front of the gray-robed man.
The owl feather manipulated by the inscription of order erased the line of "Owl Penpal Club" above the classroom and replaced it with a brand new text.
Spellcaster Forum.
"That's why I'm disbanding."
The voice of the one in gray echoed clearly in the ears of every spellcaster.
This morning, the man in gray received a letter from an owl. The content of the letter was very simple: "Crush that original spar", and the signature was the Chaos Demon he had met at the Universal Exposition.
After spending more than an hour figuring out the function of the "Spellcaster Forum", the one in gray directly wrote to all members of the Owl Penpal Club to hold this final meeting.
"This is the Holy Light System... Advice magic?"
Several spellcasters thought of magic with similar abilities, all of which used magic to communicate text messages to each other.
"The magic of remonstrance? This thing is much greater than the magic of counsel, far greater than any magic so far, and those forbidden arts that control war are not comparable to it."
The gray-clothed man has already clicked into a section called "Magic Research" in the caster forum, and there are only three posts in it.
One of the posts read, "On how to build a means of communication that goes far beyond letters."
"This... This is the content of the 257th discussion of the Owl Penpal Club!"
Some spellcasters recognized the familiar title, an issue once written by the Greys.
"In this issue, I have already expressed the defects of the letter transmission itself, the damage and loss of the letter during the transmission process... The disappearance of each letter recording the issue is a heavy loss for us."
An outdated letter suddenly appeared in the hands of the man in grey.
This letter has experienced the erosion of rain and dust, and now I can barely see the incomplete content written on it from the yellowed corner of the letter, that is, "The Seventy-Second Owl Penpal Club...".
"But that's never the case with this new means of communication called the 'Spellcaster Forum'..."
The eyes of the man in gray swept over everyone below.
"You can continue to pretend to be a bitch in the forum to deceive those innocent mage apprentices, post some dangerous alchemy formulas on it, or mock a guy's experiment failure! This is the new communication method I have always hoped for, and more There's even a whole new world."
Just after the man in gray had finished his speech, there was a new reply under the post he showed.
The user's name in the reply was "Belle Scholar", and the content was "Wait a minute... Explain what it's like to pretend to be a girl?"
This newly popped up reply was seen by everyone present.
In particular, the expression of the teacher named Viper was so stiff that he seemed to be showing his fangs, and the casters present kept looking around the classroom.
It was obvious that the person who could ask this kind of question must be one of the people present, but unfortunately they couldn't find the corresponding character through the strange name "Bell Scholar".
"Sansa...Aren't you afraid that your tutor will continue to deduct your grades for the anti-curse course?"
Hurland found the culprit for the first time, and began to use the virtual keyboard to persuade his friends not to die.
"The user agreement doesn't say it's an equal world... and no one knows who I am."
The only thing Sansa looked at in the agreement was this one.
"The agreement also said that publishing dangerous remarks, insulting others in serious circumstances will permanently deprive you of the right to log in to the magic net, and maybe your reputation in the real world will also be affected."
Although Hurland has not been in contact with Qiao Xiu for a long time, since this is what Qiao Xiu made, the Chaos Demon will definitely hold the control of this world tightly.
For human beings, it is true that everyone is equal in this virtual magic net world, but this equal condition does not apply to the gods who created this world.
Sansa's response this time is equivalent to a nonsense, telling everyone present directly that the discussion in the caster forum is real-time!
There is no need to send a letter like an owl pen pal club, and it will take a month to half a year to receive a new reply.
Get fresh replies in just a few minutes on the caster forums.
"Okay, does anyone have any objections? Even if there are objections, the owl pen pal club should be disbanded. It's time to give my old buddies a vacation and give them a good rest."
The appearance of the caster forum, the existence of the owl pen pal club has no meaning.
The Grey Clothed sighed, just as the carriages will eventually be replaced by vehicles powered by magic, so the stationery will one day become an ancient thing.
Just when the gray-clothed man sighed, a brand new post suddenly popped up in the forum.
"The owl pen pal will sign in to the post." Posted by: The person who spreads the fire.
When the sitting casters saw this post, they all stood up silently.
"Rusk, after so long, you haven't told us how to use this forum."
"Wait..."
The man in gray raised his hand to tell them not to worry, and clicked into the post. After reading the post written by the person who spread the fire, he immediately gave a "check-in" reply, and successfully grabbed the sofa for this post. .