All of France: The ancient king's dream, inheriting the curse of the abyss.

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"Han Lang..." The department head thought for a moment, then waved his hand, "Alright! His current research project just finished, so I'll approve a six-month exchange program for him, specifically to oversee your follow-up guidance. You're someone our ancient capital university has its eye on; we must give you the respect you deserve!"

"Thank you, Director!" Logo was overjoyed.

Three days later, at Xi'an Xianyang International Airport.

Han Lang, carrying a simple suitcase, pushed up his glasses and looked at Luo Ge, who had a bright smile on his face, and said helplessly, "You kid, you've got some serious connections. Having a high-level mage like me as your private tutor, people would believe you're a special admission student from a prestigious university in the capital."

"Teacher Han, you're too kind." Luo Ge took Han Lang's luggage and chuckled. "Bocheng has beautiful scenery. You can treat it as a vacation and give your students some pointers while you're at it. How wonderful!"

"I hope it's as you say." Han Lang shook his head, complaining, but there was no displeasure in his eyes.

Logo's talent far exceeded their expectations; he was undoubtedly the most talented student in recent decades. Such a promising talent must be nurtured properly!

Before long, the two returned to Bo City from the ancient capital. As soon as he got off the car, Logo dragged his suitcase and took a deep breath of the humid air of Bo City.

"The air here is so refreshing. Although it's a bit less deathly, at least I don't have to worry about skeletons knocking on my window in the middle of the night." Logo stretched.

"This is Bo City? The environment is quite nice, suitable for retirement," Han Lang commented, then looked at Logo, "However, the necromantic element here is indeed too thin, no wonder you went to the ancient capital."

"Yes, it's difficult for a nurturing environment to kill a person. An environment that kills a person is very unnurturing; that's how it is."

That makes sense.

"Teacher Han, since you're here, why don't you go to the school and see Principal Zhu first?" Luo Ge said with a smile.

"Let's go then."

Tianlan Magic High School, Principal's Office.

Principal Zhu looked at the distinguished middle-aged man in front of him and almost dropped his teacup.

"You mean... you are Han Lang, the instructor at the Ancient Capital Academy? And... a high-level mage?!" Principal Zhu's eyes widened, and his voice trembled slightly.

A high-ranking mage!

In a remote small town like Bocheng, beginners are everywhere, intermediate-level people can become small leaders, and advanced-level people are the ceiling!

Even a military commander like Zhan Kong is only a high-ranking officer.

Although he was also a high-level mage, he was too old and had almost lost the possibility of advancing further. The person in front of him, however, was significantly inferior to him!

It's impossible for Principal Zhu not to be excited when such a strong and promising individual stands before him.

"Principal Zhu, you're too kind." Han Lang smiled slightly. Although his attitude was humble, the invisible pressure of a high-level mage made Principal Zhu feel a little short of breath. "I came here mainly for Luo Ge. This child is the best prospect our Necromancer Department has seen in recent years. The department head was afraid that something might go wrong before the college entrance examination, so he specially sent me to keep an eye on him."

"Watching?" Principal Zhu was taken aback.

"That's right." Han Lang pointed at Logo. "Starting today, I will be stationed at your school. But I have one condition: I will only be responsible for teaching Logo. I will not be responsible for the other students. After all, my teaching methods are rather... special, and ordinary students cannot handle them."

Principal Zhu was overjoyed.

Let alone teaching only Logo, even if Han Lang did nothing, just having this big Buddha sitting in the school would be the golden signboard of Tianlan Magic High School!

"No problem! Absolutely no problem!" Principal Zhu stood up excitedly. "I'll have someone arrange the best private office and staff dormitory for you right away! The school will do everything in its power to meet all your requirements!"

Logo stood aside, watching Principal Zhu's excited expression, and chuckled to himself.

He brought back a great gift from Bo City this time. With Han Lang, a high-level mage, in charge, he was even more confident in dealing with the upcoming disaster in Bo City.

The news of Han Lang's arrival at Tianlan Magic High School was like a bombshell, instantly igniting the entire school.

The students were initially discussing where Logo had been for the past six months, wondering if he had dropped out. But not only did he return, he brought back a high-level mage as his private tutor!

That's a high-level mage!

The level they usually only see in textbooks is now being used to give Logo special tutoring in the back hill of the school?

On the playground, the students, who were having a magic practice class, couldn't help but let their eyes drift towards the forest behind the mountain, which had been designated as a forbidden area. Occasionally, a chilling howl of the undead or some powerful magical fluctuation would emanate from there, causing the leaves to rustle.

"Hey, have you guys heard? That Instructor Han, they say he could blow our entire training ground to smithereens with a single spell." Zhang Xiaohou said enviously while practicing his Wind Orb technique. "Brother Logo is so awesome, he uses a high-level mage as a bodyguard."

Mo Fan rubbed a fire poker in his hand, looking towards the back mountain with a complicated expression: "This is the difference. We're still struggling to get into a good university, while that guy Luo Ge has already been reserved by the Ancient Capital Academy, and even has a tutor. This is simply a dimensional attack."

Not only Mo Fan and Zhang Xiaohou, but all the students in the school, including those top students who usually thought highly of themselves, felt a deep sense of powerlessness at this moment.

They used to think that Logo was just a little more talented and worked a little harder, and that everyone was still racing on the same track.

But now they realize that Logo has already changed tracks and even boarded a rocket.

While they were still basking in the glory of casting a basic spell, Logo, under the guidance of a high-level mentor, was already studying how to control more powerful undead creatures and had even begun to explore magical theories they had never heard of before.

This gap can no longer be bridged by hard work alone.

That was a leap across social classes.

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Deep in the woods behind the mountain.

Han Lang stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Logo who was manipulating forty-nine stars into different combinations, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Not bad, your mental control is very stable. Although you have only recently broken through to the intermediate level, your proficiency in controlling these stars is already comparable to that of a second-year university student."

Han Lang casually waved his hand, and an invisible barrier blocked the undead aura released by Logo, so as not to disturb the students on the front mountain.

"Logo, remember this," Han Lang said earnestly, "In Bo City, you are a genius, an object of admiration for everyone. But in the ancient capital, you will be facing the most fanatical group of people in all of China. Therefore, we cannot let our guard down for the next six months. I will forge you into a sharp knife, a sharp knife that can plunge into the heart of the dead."

"Understood." Logo wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes resolute.

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