After her eyes met with Moran's, all four Amisas came over. After a while, the number of people sitting in front of this big desk changed from two to six. Moran knew the two in blue and purple robes, one taught the second grade and the other taught the third grade. The remaining two... "I teach the fourth grade." said the one in green robe. "I teach the fifth grade." said the one in red robe. Being stared at by five Amisas who looked exactly the same except for wearing different clothes, Moran's hair almost stood up. It wasn't that the deans were deliberately scaring her, they were really kind and friendly, but some horror movie clips in Lan Xing's memory began to flash back in her mind uncontrollably and attacked her. She seriously suspected that there was a Ms. Amisa behind those hundreds of small doors. Although she had guessed it before, she was still a little scared to be so close to the Amisas.
"Where's the exercise book? How's it going? No. 101 said you've finished part of it?" asked Amisha in blue robe. "No. 101 is..." Moran asked in confusion. Do the Amisha ladies have numbers? "No. 101 is me." said Amisha in black robe. Amisha in blue robe: "I'm No. 102!" Amisha in purple robe: "I'm No. 103!" Amisha in green robe: "I'm No. 104!" Amisha in red robe: "No. 105." Moran: "..." There really is one! "Then... what's the number of the one who usually protects me?" Moran couldn't help but ask curiously. "No. 69." Amisha in black robe said. "It's the same as my dormitory number!" Moran remembered this number. In the future, he can call the invisible dean No. 69! "Because the number of the guardian dean below the third grade is originally assigned according to your dormitory!" said Amisha in green robe. It turns out that this number is still floating! Moran looked at this Amisha, then at that Amisha. They were exactly the same, even the curve of their smiles, the voices they spoke, and the expressions on their faces. This is definitely a clone! Or a one-to-one copy, completely inheriting the original's characteristics. She took out the witch's book: "I have finished reading the second-grade exercise book and made annotations, but how can I take out the books in the witch's book?" The contents of the witch's book cannot be seen by anyone except the witch herself.
"You release the authority, and we will help you copy it down!" said the Amishas. Moran did what the deans said, and soon a pile of exercise books were copied out. Moran and the deans discussed these exercise books for most of the day before they could discuss them clearly. It was really not good for one person to face five mouths. She now felt that she was very relieved to receive the reward of 3 red gold coins. "Okay! Print 30 copies, and we can give the second graders a little surprise next Monday!" said Amisha in blue robe. "Moran, hurry up with the third grade workbooks, especially the ones at the front. There are basically no theoretical classes in the fourth and fifth grades. Those workbooks are for the little witches to use as self-study tutorials. It's okay if you're a little slow!" said Amisha in purple robe. Amisha in red robe had other ideas: "If you're slow, the fifth graders will graduate! I'm going to give them a graduation exam to directly motivate them to consolidate their five years of theoretical knowledge, so that they won't make mistakes after graduation!" Amisha in green robe: "The fourth grade is also very important..." "Okay, okay! Don't rush! You know the situation at No. 69, right? Moran will hurry up!" said Amisha in black robe. Moran looked at Ms. Amisha who was arguing, and didn't dare to breathe. Is this considered Ms. Amisha arguing with herself? As expected, conflicts are more likely to arise when there are too many people, even if it's just me. As soon as the black-robed man said she could go back, she stood up and ran away. "Did she just go out from another door?" "It seems so!" "The passage behind that door leads to the west of the castle, right?" ... Moran left the lounge, found the passage he had taken before, and walked out. It's really scary! Amisha ladies! "Huh? When I came here, it didn't seem to be such a big uphill slope?" Moran walked and walked, and suddenly felt something was wrong. Did I go the wrong way? Looking back, I had walked a long way. "Forget it, anyway, any passage can lead to the castle, it shouldn't be too far away!" Moran continued to walk forward with his head down, walked through the long underground corridor, climbed the long stairs, and finally saw a light different from the wall lamp. "Come out...?" Moran looked at the Crescent Lake, the huge cylindrical building at the foot of the mountain, and the glazed building next door that shone with strange brilliance in the sunset: "Isn't this the magic training ground and laboratory?" Turning around, it's over. She came out from the stairs on the westernmost wall of the castle. The west tower is still a long way from here!
And she is just a first-year witch who doesn't even have a flying broom. Hiss, she felt a little sore in her feet before she even walked. "Dean? Dean No. 69?" "What for?" "Is there really no pick-up service? I came out because of the workbook!" Moran said with a bitter face. "The reward has been paid to you. Red gold coins are not that easy to get!" Moran: “If you add the commuting costs, it’s another price!” "Let's go! If you don't go, it will get dark! It's good for your health to move around more when you're young!" Moran: "..." Walk back without complaining. Next time, she will definitely ask the dean to come to the dormitory to copy the exercise book! Her visit to the Dean's Lounge was the equivalent of a half-time excursion. When the deans went to her dormitory, they only had to swish on a broom. She saw it all. There were three chimney-like passages on the top of the lounge, and she could see the sky! Presumably the deans would not go through the winding, maze-like underground passages when traveling. Cursing a lot, she continued to keep the Witch's Book floating beside her while walking, reading the exercise book as she walked. It was getting dark and the street lights were not bright enough, so she put a light spell on her wand to illuminate. You can go back later, and you can eat fruit cake for lunch, but the time on the road can't be wasted. The exercise books for second grade are already in place, and those for third, fourth and fifth grade are still waiting! Amisha ladies are also anxious! Of course, what's more important is that apart from the cooking magic she learned in class, she hasn't learned any new magic for a long, long time. Amisha No. 69 shared the surveillance footage with No. 103, 104 and 105: "Don't worry! I'm watching you even as I walk!"
