After being taught a lesson by the professor, Jobtran sat obediently the whole time, like a good boy.
But the students behind him looked at him as if he were a monster, glancing at him from time to time, making him feel uncomfortable.
As the knowledge in the textbook was finished, Columbia immediately perked up and gently patted Joet Brown's left hand.
"The show is about to begin."
Joet Brown perked up and prepared to see what differences Miskatonic University had with other institutions of higher learning.
The professor cleared his throat and walked to the side of the classroom where there was a storage room.
Logically speaking, it should be a place where teaching aids are stored, but how can the teaching aids here be exactly the same as those in ordinary schools
The professor used several keys to open the locks on the storage room door one by one, and then opened the seemingly shabby door.
It was impossible to see what was inside from the outside, and after a while, the professor came out pushing a cart.
What was placed on the cart was more like a specimen of biological tissue than a fossil.
The specimen was placed in a special container, which was filled with a transparent preservative solution with a slight green tint.
It was a giant animal hoof. Although it looked like the hoof of a camel or horse, it was several times larger than what is normally seen.
Judging from the size of this hoof, one can tell that the creature must have been quite tall in its entirety.
But from this petrified hoof, there is still a feeling that it is still alive.
An indescribable feeling of oppression slowly spread in the classroom.
The professor who was giving the lecture laughed and slapped the podium hard.
With a bang, everyone's attention was focused on him.
“We have reviewed the basic archaeological knowledge in the previous lessons, but that knowledge is not even enough for us in Miskatonic.
Now I need to do a simple survey, please cooperate with me.”
Everyone looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what the professor was doing.
"Do you know which four departments have the highest mortality rates in our school?"
The professor paused for a moment, pretending to be mysterious.
“The first one to be affected is, of course, the study of mysterious knowledge, followed by ancient literature and biology, and our archaeology is fourth.
Do you know why
Because of the danger.
Don’t think that the fossils you usually see are just ordinary pieces of stone!
Like the one we have here, from the front foot of a black kid, just touching it can risk losing one's mind.
What's even more ridiculous is that although it has become a fossil, it can be resurrected from the stone at any time.
The team that originally captured this fossil consisted of 26 elite members, but only three of them returned alive.
I am one of them.”
The elderly professor puffed out his chest proudly and patted his chest with his right hand.
There were still tears in his eyes, and the laughter of his teammates during that adventure was still vivid in his mind.
His thoughts were pulled back from the distant memories, and he lowered his voice and asked everyone present solemnly,
“I don’t mind you changing departments.
If you don't have the awareness of living with the face of death, you will die sooner or later, and you will also drag your teammates down with you.
Now, if anyone wants to quit the Archaeology Department, please leave on your own accord. "
The professor's eyes swept across the faces of each student.
No one left their seat, and the professor finally turned his attention to Joet Brown.
He saw the badge on Joet Brown's chest and was obviously surprised. He couldn't help asking,
"Classmate, which department are you from?"
“The one with the highest mortality rate.”
Joet Brown made a naughty face and spread his hands.
"Then it seems we will have a chance to meet again in the future."
The professor said this mysteriously, then turned around and began to write a few lines on the blackboard with chalk.
"From now on, I need you to learn from this classmate and abandon all your conventional survival concepts."
The professor said loudly and nodded slightly towards Jobtran.
Joet Brown was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to do. He felt everyone's eyes were on him, which made him extremely uncomfortable.
"Professor, I am really here to audit the class.
I'm not here to mess things up."
Joet Brown said, covering his face.
“I know, but they don’t.”
The professor replied.
One of the students who was sitting behind Job Tran stood up.
“Professor Bolt, I don’t agree.
Why should we in the Archaeology Department learn from auditors of the Mystical Knowledge Research Department?"
And pointed his finger at Choate Brown.
"Look at his carefree appearance. Is there anything we can learn from him?"
Columbia couldn't help but laugh when he heard that.
The student raised his glasses and pointed at Columbia with displeasure.
"What are you laughing at?"
"I'm laughing at you."
Columbia answered seriously with a straight face.
"Don't you understand what the professor means?"
Columbia's question stunned everyone present, and the professor nodded with satisfaction.
“What is our archaeology department responsible for
The goal is to clean out the cultural relics of historical value intactly, but can you ensure that no accidents occur during every excavation
Who will come forward to solve those problems at this time
You can't figure this out, maybe you have water in your brain?"
Columbia said with his hands on his hips in a sensible manner.
"What this classmate said is absolutely correct, except that his words are a little lacking, but that is exactly what I meant.
Students, calm down first. I say this for a reason. "
The professor clapped his hands gently, easing the tense atmosphere.
“In the future, our Archaeology Department will have plenty of opportunities to team up with students from the Mystical Knowledge Research Department.
When any uncontrollable situation occurs on site, students studying mystical knowledge will be your lifeline.
They will be your sword and shield.
This is the experience accumulated by our ancestors throughout their lives, and it has also been the operating mode that has always existed.
This is what you have to accept, look here.”
After saying that, the professor unbuttoned his shirt in public.
There was a large, hideous scar on the professor's lower abdomen, which looked like a burn and also like it had been corroded by some kind of acid.
“When the leg was sawed off, the body of the black goat came back to life.
It was my fellow student of the Mystic Knowledge Research Department who stood in front of me.
But when the tentacle with corrosive mucus attacked me, it was my companion who pushed me away with his body.
He was killed instantly, but I was also seriously injured.
The three of us from the archaeology department escaped from the forest with this leg, but the rest of our teammates stayed there forever."
The professor slowly shared the past accident with all the students present, and the students who were dissatisfied before were now speechless.
"Student, if you arrive at a ruin, what would you do first? What action would you take?"
The professor slowly put on his shirt and asked Joet Brown softly.
“As an archaeology student, I would analyze what types of artifacts might be present and then choose the appropriate method to collect them.
As a student of occult studies, I would first cast detection spells to detect potential dangers.
In addition, when forming a team, one member will be assigned to maintain a defensive barrier for a long time, in case some unknown existence uses some advanced means to conceal its breath and whereabouts, and be prepared for battle. "
Joet Brown calmed down and spoke slowly.
"very good!
Although this answer is a little incomplete, it is a very good answer for a freshman.
Before exploring the ruins, you actually need to release familiar spells to find an escape route when necessary.
After all, ruins are ruins, and there is a possibility of collapse at any time, so the necessity of another exit is very obvious. "
The professor praised and added some useful comments to Choate Brown's answer.
"I didn't think it through."
Joet Brown replied modestly.
Joet-Brown's answer broke the students' common views in the past, and they began to understand that the archaeological work they imagined might not be the same in reality.
"Well, next, suppose you and your team are trapped in a cave due to a landslide, what actions would you take to save yourselves?"
The professor took this opportunity to continue asking questions to Joet Brown.
"The first thing to do is to check on the safety of the team members. Use holy light or life spells to start preliminary treatment and help them out of danger. This is to preserve adequate physical strength to prepare for the crisis that may follow.
Then you need to count the supplies around you, discard the unnecessary baggage, travel light, and send out familiar spells to check the ventilation in the cave. Finally, use spells to contact teammates guarding outside the cave to send support.
It is not advisable to recklessly use tools or spells to destroy the already very fragile mountain structure, as it is likely to cause a secondary collapse of the cave. "
"This is a very sensible approach, and it can even buy the team more time and a chance of survival.
Classmates, are you beginning to understand where I want you to go to learn? "
The students who had originally challenged Choate Brown stood up again.
"Then why can't our students in the Department of Archaeology take a concurrent degree in Mystical Knowledge Research
If we have the ability to protect ourselves, what do we need them for?"
After hearing this, the professor burst into laughter as if he had heard a very funny joke.
“Hahahaha, I can’t take it anymore, let me laugh for a while.
Ha ha ha ha."
The professor's laughter was obviously a little inappropriate, but he quickly adjusted himself with two dry coughs. Although he tried to put on a stern face, there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Student, what is your sanity value?"
"Seventy-eight."
"Then do you know how much sanity is needed to read the most basic magic book
I’m telling you now, one hundred and eighty-six.
When you open the first page in front of you, you may have gone insane, classmate.
Do you know why there are so few students studying occult knowledge
Sanity value is a threshold, that is talent!
I advise you to let go of these unnecessary thoughts, see clearly who you are and what you are essentially. Otherwise, I suggest you drop out of school early.
With your current competitive mentality, it will be difficult for you to integrate into the team, and you may make some mistakes that put the whole team in danger in order to show your excellence. "
After saying this, the professor sighed softly and looked at Joet Brown.
"Classmate, I'm sorry to have troubled you today."
“It’s okay, it’s my honor to acquire more knowledge.
Professor, why don't we talk about the characteristics of this black goat fossil specimen
I’m very interested in these.”
Jobtran waved his hand and changed the subject naturally.
“Haha, okay.
Students, look here. This fossil of the black goat's front hoof is from 30 million years ago.
This means that this cub has survived for 30 million years in petrification. What a terrifying vitality it has."
——
After one class, the news that a student of mysterious knowledge research had intruded into the archaeology class had spread to the entire school through the contact information on his ID card.
There was even a large crowd outside the archaeology classroom, waiting for that influential figure to come out of the classroom.
Joe Butran's name has become a hot topic on campus.
After the class, the professor gave Joet Brown a look before ending, and Joet Brown stayed behind alone.
"Professor Bolt, Joet Brown is very sorry for disrupting your class today."
Joet Brown stood up and bowed directly to Professor Bolt.
"No, no, no, there are troublemakers every year, this is normal.
But, Mr. Choate Brown, do you know what this badge on your body represents?"
Professor Bolt smiled and pointed at the badge that Joet Brown casually pinned on his chest.
“Um, I don’t know.
This is one of the condolences sent by someone who did not leave his name. ”
Jobtran answered truthfully.
“Hahaha, that proves that the principal has taken a liking to you, young man.
This is the badge of the department head. I don’t even have such a small piece of iron.
If you wear it, you can basically walk sideways in school."
Professor Bolt patted Joet Brown on the shoulder and said cheerfully,
"I quite like you, even though you have a bit of a personality quirk, you are still okay in terms of how you deal with people.
Come and sit in next time if you are free."
“Well, I’m on sick leave today, so I only have time to hang out, but thank you Professor Bolt for your kindness.
Colombia will be in your good hands from now on."
Joet Brown pulled Columbia to his side and patted him gently on the back.
Columbia bowed immediately after the gesture.
"Please take care of me, Professor Bolt."
“Oh, your clever boy’s name is Columbia, right
I remember it.
Next time, be careful with your words and don't stir up conflicts among your companions.
Miskatonic University is very class-conscious. I can make harsh remarks, but you can't. Do you understand?"
Professor Bolt said earnestly.
"I see. Thank you for your guidance, Professor."
Columbia answered honestly.
“Your name is Joe Butron, right
I want to challenge you to a duel."
At this time, the student wearing glasses came to Jobtran's side and threw out a white glove.
Joet Brown turned around in amazement.
"No way, another duel?"
Professor Bolt frowned and sighed when he heard this.
"Student Joe Butran, you can use the power of the badge now."
"My classmate, I refuse your duel."
Joet Brown understood and spoke immediately.
“Why?!
Are you trying to humiliate me?"
The student wearing glasses clenched his fists, his face full of dissatisfaction.
"Student, you are not qualified.
Look carefully, this is the department head's medal on his chest.
Please wait until you reach the level of department head before challenging him to a duel."