Robben thought he had to tell Paris something now, and the woman's ability to contact something that seemed unrelated and then inferred the result was really speechless.

Robben did not tell Paris who was supporting him behind his back, but since Paris had guessed that it was either the Black Emperor or the Demon King, there was no difference between saying it or not.

When Paris learned that the current witch tribe was blessed with seals to limit the growth of power, she was not overly surprised, but when she learned that this method of lifting the seal had been lost, she couldn't help but be shocked.

"How is this possible? How can you forget such an important thing? It is impossible to leave the seeds of the witch, so in order to enable this power when necessary in the future, how can you forget the method of opening the seal?"

Robben smiled bitterly: "I know you are surprised, and I was surprised when I knew it, but that's the case, otherwise you would have thought that I wasted time for so long."

"Hmph is almost like wasting time. I think those witches are useless now."

Robben didn't care about Paris's run, but just smiled and said, "Yes, I've been fiddling here for so long, but it didn't have much effect, so I found you back this time. Don't you understand very well?"

Robben rubbed his hands and said, "You don't have to worry too much about the rest. What you do will definitely help the Witch. This is the same as my purpose. I think you will be satisfied with this way, right?"

Paris slowly inhaled and said, "It's probably...but it's still very strange. Maybe it's really lost the method of opening the seal, but... it's really because of insufficient strength that he planned to use the witch's power?"

"When will the next war of gods and demons... be?"

Robben was helpless, and this woman had a sense of sensitivity that was almost exaggerated.

"I don't know when the next war between gods and demons will be, but... it won't be far away..."

"Sure enough..." Paris couldn't help but shake her head, "It seems that the situation of our demon clan is not optimistic at all... OK I will give my all. If our witch can lead us to make a great contribution in this Demon God War, we..."

Paris began to be excited again: "We witches may be able to usher in new hope."

These witches... really always have this same idea...

"Okay, I will arrange for you to meet with more witch students soon."

Paris started her instructor career in Sarast, which was a good thing, but Robben was a little dissatisfied that Niya appeared shorter and shorter. Later, Paris had many things to be busy with. Niya only showed up occasionally at night. Sometimes Paris was like a workaholic and sorted out materials all day long, so Niya didn't have the chance to appear...

In the end, Robben had to reach a treaty with Paris, that is, no matter what matters or how busy they were, Nya would have to appear in full for at least one day the next day. Paris was very dissatisfied with Robben's conditions, and even advised Robben not to do so. However, in the end, with Robben's insistence, Paris reluctantly agreed.

In the Witch Academy, a new course was opened, which was the study of new magic and knowledge. This course began to be only opened among the 150 Witches carefully trained by Robben, and after implementation for a period of time, it was fully opened to the entire college.

On the college's playground, a huge platform was built, which assumed a white curtain. Paris wore the same clothes as the white beasts and the others, and carried a veil. In the form of magical projection, she taught the witches of the entire college at the same time. Several months passed, and no one suspected that Paris was Niya.

Today is another busy day.

The witches felt physically and mentally exhausted because the white beast instructor came again in the morning. After tossing the group of witch students who were already tenacious, in the afternoon, the even more terrifying instructor Paris came to the Witch Academy again, and used her cold voice that could despise you as a bug, which once again stimulated the witches' nerves...

"I didn't expect that these useless witch patience is the only desirable place. Seeing that they are extremely tired, they are still extremely serious and want to learn knowledge and magic from me. When we used to... this is really ironic."

In Robben's villa, Paris was making foods that Robben had made on the table.

"The only desirable places are the powerful places of the witches now. And speaking of this, all the witches were very surprised. They did not expect that there was such wonderful magic and knowledge in the witch tribe. Although they were a little afraid of you, they were very interested in the knowledge you taught. Almost every day, the witches came to me to confirm the knowledge you said."

Paris frowned: "Look for you?"

Robben nodded: "What's wrong? Is there anything strange about this? I have heard all the things you said."

"Do you understand?" Paris said arrogantly.

"It's very simple" Robben is not to be outdone.

"Ha...that's really congratulations. I just don't know when you can understand. Now these are just some basic knowledge. I found that what the witches learn now is completely useless. Even if they learn to a deep level, there will be no big development. Next, I think many witches will be confused. Many witches begin to appear incomprehensible. At that time, there will be differences in the level. I hope that by that time... you can still answer the questions for those witches."

“I will work hard”

Paris held a spoon in her hand and held her chin with a puzzled look on her face: "Why are the witches looking for you? I have given them enough time to ask questions when teaching these magic and knowledge."

"But no one asked questions?"

"This is even more strange."

Robben rolled his eyes: "You are like a thousand years of ice. Who dares to ask you questions?"

"Hmph, if these things cannot be understood well, they will be simply useless. There is no way to become my ideal witch warrior. Then they can only blame themselves for being incompetent, not me."

Robben responded casually: "Yes...yes, no one blames you. You just need to be responsible for teaching knowledge. I will try my best to supplement your shortcomings."

"Hmph" Paris snorted coldly, stood up and left.

"Hey, it'll be Niya's time. Don't go too far, hey... what's your attitude?"

Paris left without saying a word, Robben scratched his head: "This difficult woman."

This situation didn't last long, and something big happened.

Robben happened to have something to do that day and did not go to Paris's class. When Robben's street news, Paris was already angry and yelling in front of the witches of the entire academy for half an hour.

By the time Robben pulled Paris off the podium and dragged her to a small office in the academy, Paris was already furious and her eyes were red.

After setting up a silent barrier around, Robben breathed a sigh of relief and said helplessly: "I said what's wrong with you? Didn't you agree to solve the problem calmly no matter what," he said.

"This is...it's simply...it's..." Paris trembled all over and clenched her fists tightly.

Robben poured Paris a glass of water: "Okay, what's wrong? Is there anything that makes you so excited."

Paris took off her veil, took a few breaths, and her emotions gradually calmed down. She rubbed her face with both hands and said slowly: "Sorry... I'm a little overreacting. These things... should have thought of them a long time ago."

Seeing Paris calm down, Robben smiled and said, "Okay, let's talk about it, what's going on."

"Today... I began to explain some specific applications of magic. This is the first time... but I discovered something that shocked me."

"What's the matter?"

"I found that these witches... no, they are the witches now... They don't even know how to use magic at all."

Robben was stunned: "What? You said... they can't use magic? What does this mean? They have been using magic all the time."

"Yes... they are indeed using some magic now, but... that is not the magic of our witches. These witches... They have never learned the magic of witches. They... They have completely deviated from the witch's most proud magic without knowing it and embarked on the wrong path. Now the so-called spiritual magic is not even part of the magic of witches..."

Holding his head, Paris looked a little tired: "These idiots are still learning everything so seriously. I said they don't know how to magic, but they dare to drink me. I argue, idiot... poor idiot."

Robben sighed: "There is such a thing, I may never discover this. Thanks to you, I am so lucky. Then... you can definitely give them the complete magic that belongs to your witch, right?"

Leaning dejectedly on the chair, Paris murmured: "This is much more difficult than I thought, and it is too difficult... There is no good time, no good conditions, and there are many obstacles... My life has passed halfway, and resurrection will not prolong my life. In the remaining time......"

"I feel fear... Maybe when my soul falls into hell, I can do nothing..."

Robben said in confusion: "What are the difficulties you mean? Although I don't have the expert knowledge of a witch like you, I have the rights and some conditions on my hands, and I can help you."

Paris snorted coldly: "These are not something you can help, because the problem I discovered is at the root of the problem. I found that there are fundamental problems in the method of using mental power in the witches. The existence of this problem will affect everything about the witches."

"How to use mental power?"

"Yes, that is, for the use of mental power, we witches can mobilize mental power in a very special, simpler, simpler and more efficient way than ordinary magic. This is the basic condition for our witches to use powerful soul magic, but... it is very regrettable. Although this method is not much different from the usual method of using mental power, the difference in the future magic practice is very huge... so big that it cannot be compensated by other methods..."

Robben said a little strangely: "Then you just give them the correct way to use it."

"Silly" Paris roared without hesitation, "If it were that simple, would I still be like this?"

After taking a breath, Paris continued: "First of all, the difference between these two methods of using mental power is not very big. Once a habit is formed, it will be quite difficult or even impossible to change again. Moreover, even if you learn a new method of use, it is still because of too similar usage forms. The two methods will still cause confusion, which will cause serious consequences, and even the magic will backfire."

Robben understood that if this was the case, he could only teach from the witch who had not yet studied magic. However, it would take a long time to wait until such a witch was learned and become an excellent warrior. Paris felt the urgency of time, and... If this group of newly grown warriors could not participate in this war of gods and demons in time, the revival of the witch clan would be greatly delayed.

"But I also thought of something strange." Paris suddenly raised her head and looked at Robben, "Just yesterday, when I was teaching your group of lawless little witches, I found that although their magic method was very casual, the direction was done according to the way our witch tribe used mental power. I thought they just lacked the correct guidance and complete knowledge, but I didn't expect... other witches could not even use the most basic mental power."

Robben was surprised.

Paris stared at Robben and asked, "Can you tell me why that one hundred and fifty witches have this situation, and... only they have this situation, I think you can't not know, right?"

Robben touched his head: "This...their spiritual cultivation is my guidance..."

"You?" Paris's eyes were about to stare out of her eyes and looked at Robben.

"Don't be so surprised"

After being surprised, Paris's eyes suddenly showed an angry look, and she suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Robben's collar. The weak woman actually pulled Robben up from the chair.

Paris gritted her teeth and said, "Why are you just teaching them? Why? What about other witches? Why don't you care about other witches? Why??"

Robben really didn't expect such a result and said comfortably: "Don't be excited first, listen to me slowly, sit down first, sit down..."

Paris let Robben go angrily, and sat down with an unacceptable look on her face.

Robben said helplessly: "Actually... I have also promoted this method of using mental power on a large scale. In the City of Gaso, where I have stayed before, in Moro, I have promoted it on a large scale, because I found that the method of using mental power is better, smoother and faster. I discovered this problem a hundred years ago. The witches around me, you have seen them, are Bazaar, who use mental power on this method, but shortly after the large-scale promotion, I discovered a problem."

“What’s the problem?”

"First of all, as you said, it is very difficult for those witches who have already had a mature way of using mental power. These practice methods can only be promoted among witches who have not been trained. However... I am only one person, and the witch instructors who usually teach them... do not use mental power in this way, which causes a lot of trouble."

"And over the years, the witches have formed a set of their own training methods. Although I have carried out many reforms, some fundamental things have not yet been able to compete with these systematic experiences that have been formed over the years, so I had to give up in the end. However, the witches I have always been responsible for personally guiding have always used this method to practice. The witches you taught were taught since I was a little girl."

Paris looked at Robben silently, and finally closed her eyes with infinite regret and leaned on the chair. In an instant, her whole body seemed to lose all its strength.

After a long time, Paris asked slowly, "Then how did you... get this method of cultivation? Have you found ancient books from the Witch Clan or what?"

"Uh... this... I'm researching it myself... I think this will be better, so..."

"What?" Paris opened her eyes again and looked at Robben in shock again.

"You...you don't have to be so surprised..."

Paris stood up and walked to Robben, staring at him up and down, "You... you... you have developed it yourself... think it is correct?"

"Ah...yeah?"

Paris rubbed her forehead, grabbed her hair, and then glared at Robben again, and suddenly went up and grabbed Robben's collar: "Is this true?"

"What am I lying to you?" Robben was very innocent.
To be continued...