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What were those blasted floating hands thinking when they decided they would write me up for a teacher? I don't teach, it's not what I live for. There is little use for this place, and I must get back to where I came from. And from the looks of things in this place, there is no sign of that girl lingering around. I would rather spend time training on my own magic if I have the time to teach.
I suppose I shouldn't decline free occupancy, though. As much as I'd prefer to live in a cave—I'll tell you, I found the perfect one just before coming from that strange world called Primp—having free space is an attractive deal.
To those who enrolled in "Introduction to Magic" class, there are two textbooks you will all have to read before class. The final test will cover all basic concepts I will teach. Written or in actual practice, will be determined by your performances. Do whatever you want, but don't come crying to me when you fail the class.[There is the names of the textbook written here. If one were to look at the book, it's a pretty thick book covering all sorts of magic. The other one consists of basic rules about some puzzle-solving.] | | |
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