Chapter 99: Parthenon’s soul

"How does it feel to be a teacher?" Dean Silas asked, still grinning.

"Are you feeling the honor of imparting knowledge?"

Luke's lips twitched slightly.

For some reason, this bald old man was always laughing.

What was so funny?

Luke sighed internally and replied,

"Dean Silas, next time, please don't assign me these kinds of classes. I'm not a lecturer—I'm better with practical lessons."

Dean Silas' eyebrows rose.

"What do you mean by that?"

Luke leaned back, crossing his arms.

"Our school has a field training course, right?" he said.

"Next time, assign me that instead."

Dean Silas' expression shifted slightly.

"Field training, huh?" he said, rubbing his chin.

"That's not an easy assignment… and you're still quite young for it."

"Besides, demons have been strangely quiet lately. There haven't been any major outbreaks."