Records Of The Strongest Teacher

Angelus pat Desmond on the back.

"This is the new assistant professor for my class. I hope you'll will be kind to him and show him the ropes."

Desmond looked over at the extremely gorgeous woman and felt his heart beating quickly.

"Ha, we'll definitely try. However, we've heard you've given him the full rites on his first day. What prompted you to be so benevolent to such a poor student? What exactly goes on inside of that beautiful head of yours Angelus?"

The professor speaking was wearing a hat over his head hiding his eyes. However, he gave off a mix of indignation and hatred in his proud sounding voice.

"Ah, well you know I have clairvoyance, don't you? I happened to see this boy had a myriad of gifts. Much more than any student I've ever seen. Hence, I trusted him enough to give him the full ritual."

Desmond smiled. "I'm actually feeling the same way as you guys. I have no idea why Angelus choose me. It was so sudden and was life changing.However, now that I'm here, I'd appreciate it if you all accepted me and didn't pretend I don't have ears."

Desmond couldn't believe he said that. He would normally never say such a thing. However, the beautiful woman, Bella Moon, was literally motivated to see him defend himself. She was extremely beautiful, and he was happy when she started laughing and smiling towards him. However, the rest of the room was stunned.

"Your student at least has more guts than the last assistant professor you've chosen! Welcome to the teachers lounge boy!" A professor laughed before he pat the fuming hatted professor on his back.

Basically, this room was known as the teacher's battlefield by many of the professors. Since the classes were at war with each other, the teachers often would fight amongst themselves over tutoring the visiting students. Hence, rather then being just a teacher's lounge, it had equipment for measuring students output. It was so they could fight over bragging rights of the best teacher in the school. Professor Angelus was, obviously, usually in first place.

"Hmmm, the only thing your student looks good at Angelus... is perhaps begging! I can't believe you put this student in the room of a.d.u.l.ts." the professor in the hat said that with a rough tone. He still had the hat covering his head, yet the rest of the teachers all realized his motives. Desmond glanced at him feeling slightly offended. However, because he seemed pathetic, the words didn't really bother him.

Professor George

Motives

- Hopes to finally beat professor Angelus in a student tournament

- Is working hard to increase his cultivation. However, is still only in the Quintessence stage.

- Has been turned down by Bella over twenty times, and still has the d.e.s.i.r.e to ask her out.

….

Regardless, these teachers were supposed to meet to discuss a few of the most prominent issues in the school.

It was currently a few months from the coldest time of the year, and Dragon Ivy Citadel was lacking in some supplies for the long darkness approaching. Hence, often times the classes would have to go on 'field trips' right before the winter came. Usually, the main purpose was to gather resources and kill the extra beasts around the defensive walls to make it easier on the guards in the long winter months. However the teachers normally wouldn't have meetings like this unless it was something important.

The current problem was that there was a suspected raid planned by the demon beasts sentries. Apparently, a few soldiers had been found dead near the academy grounds, and the claw marks cut them clean in half.

Finally, after ten minutes of bickering, they began approaching this topic.

Desmond found himself a seat close to professor Bella. He sat as far away from Professor George as possible. He seemed to be motivated to destroy him now, and he was sort of glad about it.

"Uhm, I think we should have the students go on the scheduled trip! If they don't go, we will have to use our stock of demon beasts in training, and the school's demon keepers are already upset about the low stock in the beast chamber. Hence, I suggest we have two professors escort each class to protect the students. Unfortunately, this means the competition will have to be off this year,"

Angelus said this as he looked over at George. He could see the twitching in his eye, and almost wanted to laugh.

"We'll not need extra professors! Especially you Angelus with your 'talented' assistant professor. I'm sorry, but I am against the proposal, and I hope you'll agree that the competitions should not be held off."

Angelus nodded his head. "I agree, we should leave it the way as it is." He completely changed his mind in front of everyone in the room.

Bella started laughing before a gigantic grin spread across her face. She had seen Angelus take this approach many times, and for whatever reason George always fell for it.

"Well, if you agree, then all that's left is adjourning. I hope you'll are prepared for my students this year," George said with a smile on his face, "I happened to recruit one of the top students in purple elite academy. He's already at the 4th Qi Forming stage and will make the rest of your classes beg for mercy."

The rest of the professors looked over and one by one shrugged off George's whimsical ideas. He didn't recruit him fairly. They could tell he probably bribed him with cultivation resources, and they were aware of what practices he did to survive in this school.

Regardless, the professors began to leave one by one. Many of them flew off before Professor George finally realized what had just happened. Once again, he'd been tricked into doing something he didn't want to do by Angelus! If only he was a little stronger, he'd totally kill this man!

No one even bothered to answer Professor George's last statement. He left looking back at Bella Moon and her gorgeous body. If only she wasn't so foolish, and didn't turn him down, they could be so happy together!

….

A few hours passed after the meeting

Desmond found himself in his room ready to practice the cultivation method he'd learned.

However, as he walked over to his bed to cultivate, a knock came at his door.

It sounded gentle, almost like a woman's fist was tapping.