Chapter 31 Tracking Mission Part 1

It was Lucas' habit to always tease Cloe, but he was curious about Cloe's attitude, which was sometimes quiet and didn't talk much. After yesterday's incident in the city of Illois, Cloe mostly locked herself in the dormitory and only came out when she needed something.

This girl was usually with Lucas and Peter wherever they were. In the cafeteria, in class, in the gym or in the library. Cloe never joined them all day, preferring to be alone.

"If you think too much about that evil woman, you will almost look like her."

Cloe turned her face in the other direction. "I don't want to talk about anything. Just go where you came from."

Lucas shrugged his shoulders and sat back at his favorite table, but actually Lucas really cared about Cloe. Maybe Cloe didn't want to say anything yet. Lucas didn't want to force the girl.

Professor Bathilda, as usual, when she entered the class, her stern and scary aura was enough to make the students in the class not dare to argue or make a fuss.

One hour of class material, and the next hour of practicing magic elemental techniques, magic techniques, and martial arts techniques. This time, Professor Bathilda increased the intensity of the training to be more extreme. The class shook a little, but it didn't make other classes noisy, using modern technology, dampers made it possible for those of us who trained as much as possible.

Professor Bathilda is an Expert wizard, and all the students take turns fighting the scary teacher.

Cloe moved to the center of the arena, her mana aura increasing rapidly, the hammer in her hand slowly growing larger. She didn't have much trouble swinging the large hammer, except that the hammer was covered in lightning. The intensity of the attacks was tremendous. Even though she used all her strength, Cloe had a little trouble fighting Professor Bathilda. This time, the cruel teacher did not use a golem, but Professor Bathilda's hands were covered in dirt and her martial arts skills were quite impressive.

Cloe swung her hammer as hard as she could, but was easily blocked by Professor Bathilda with just one hand. Cloe couldn't balance on her feet, and Professor Bathilda took advantage. She lowered her body, and her long legs kicked Cloe's legs. Cloe fell to the floor of the arena. The sound of the hammer has now returned to its original size.

Cloe's face looked sour, it was unusual for the girl to lose concentration and make a mistake for the first time. Once again, Cloe avoided both of us, standing in the farthest spot. As the students waited in line, some were successful and some were not.

Lucas made his way to the center of the arena. Lucas couldn't resist showing off in front of Cloe and the Baul. It turned out that the Baul had formed a society with members who enjoyed oppressing and bullying weak people. But Lucas wasn't afraid at all and wouldn't let Peter be bullied again.

He clenched both hands into tight fists and concentrated all the power of his mana into his palms. The fight between Lucas and Professor Bathilda was like a real fight, using only martial arts techniques and augmented with magic power.

Lucas threw a left punch, but it was easily blocked by Professor Bathilda. He and the female teacher exchanged blows, but Lucas' blows couldn't hit Professor Bathilda. The female teacher seemed to be able to read his punches.

Try the second suggestion, making his body invisible. It's a bit of a hassle to cover his face with both palms.

Professor Bathilda was cautious. Lucas smiled happily, at least he had thought about the direction of the attack or countered the attack. Professor Bathilda focused more on the place where Lucas had disappeared. Obviously, Lucas was walking casually on the side. It was absolutely certain that Professor Bathilda did not feel Lucas' presence.

However, this was all very wrong. Professor Bathilda seemed to know where Lucas was, the teacher threw a dirt-covered punch. Lucas fell to the ground, his body looking perfect again. He complained and rubbed his side, which had been hit hard.

"A wizard who meets a unique wizard like you for the first time probably wouldn't expect it. But what if you meet a wizard who uses this?" Professor Bathilda tapped her head. "In any situation. In a desperate situation, you need to quickly read your opponent's fighting patterns. It's very useful in battle. Have you all listened to what I have explained?"

The whole class nodded their heads in unison. No one wanted to make the teacher angry.

Since Lucas had lost, he finally returned to his seat. When Baul and his new group members heard this, they made fun of Lucas and gave him insulting looks. On another occasion, Lucas wanted to get even with Baul and his friends.

In this duel, Peter used a wooden sword and channeled mana into the sword. Sword techniques are techniques for using weapons. Peter is much better at using a sword, even against Professor Bathilda, who uses martial arts techniques.

Peter swung his sword and created a wind magic technique. Each time he swung his sword, a gust of wind created a curved sickle.

However, the opponent was very agile and was able to dodge the gust of wind in the shape of a curved crescent. Peter was a little careless and swung the sword from above. Someone with extremely fast movements like Professor Bathilda only needed 1 second to counterattack.

A heavy blow struck his stomach. Peter was thrown two meters and fell to the ground. Out of a hundred students, very few could defeat Professor Bathilda. Not really defeat, but rather stand and defend against the powerful attack of the teacher.

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Unnoticed by the people in the boutique, the figure of a woman in a red dress emerged from the mirror. Clemens walked gracefully past the women, who stared at him without blinking, stopping what they were doing to stare at Clemens' radiant beauty.

She was like a noble princess, wearing a red dress that showed off her long legs. She was adorned with a cocktail hat on her head. Women will be jealous and men will be fascinated.

Clemens' destination is not a boutique. She walked through downtown Illinois without getting what she wanted. She walked into a slightly shabby neighborhood.

It doesn't matter if a city develops and becomes a modern city, if in the end there are still slums on the side of the modern city. His pleasant journey had to be interrupted for a moment. The door of a house was wide open. A woman with short hair and a dull brown coat grabbed a frail teenager and threw him roughly to the ground.

No one knows what happened. The woman got angry and cursed, leaving the poor teenager outside the building. The short-haired woman slammed the door shut. When he saw the teenager, he bent his knees and buried his face. Clemens approached the teenager and patted him lightly on the back.

"Little brother, are you okay?"

The bowl-haired teenager showed his horrible face. It's not scary, just blue bruises around the eyes and bleeding lips.

But the teenager remained silent, even though Clemens held out his hand. The teenager didn't flinch. Clemens gave a small smile. Not wanting to scare the teenager, he opened his bag and pulled out a small white box containing a first aid kit.

With a clean cloth and water, he removed the blue bruises from the eyes and the remaining blood from the lips. The bowl-haired teenager looked a little better.

"You look better now. Want to come with me? At least to cool off." Clemens held out his hand. The teenager hesitated, but Clemens didn't mind and waited for the teenager.

For five minutes, the bowl-haired teenager nodded his head. Clemens took his outstretched hand and smiled brightly. Invite the teenager to join you.