Great Wise Man's Beloved Pupil Novels & Stories

Because what he said was true, he was weaker than the muscular man, who was the fifth elder. "I agree with what the fifth elder says. Be my disciple, boy! By being my disciple, you will have a bright future and I think there is no one better than me to be your master" Said a man who looked younger than another with a proud face and a high aura of seniority.

After finding out more about what had triggered Timmy's allergic reaction, I sought out his kindergarten principal, asking to see surveillance footage of the incident. As expected, I discovered that Josie had deliberately brought a flower to kindergarten and "kindly" given it to Timmy when no one was watching. Who was it who'd said that children were kind at heart? Someone like Josie had a heart of evil! I had to be at the kindergarten for a few days in a row while arranging for Timmy to be pulled out, and I managed to find out a few more things.

She seemed to be older than her male companion, but definitely more stylish. They both smiled at her warmly, which made Miranda feel a little better about the situation. Josh introduced the man as Professor Hammond and Professor Shaw. “Thank you for agreeing to come in Miranda, it’s always good for the students to hear from someone different.” Professor Hammond pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he talked. “You’re welcome. I just hope what I’ve got to say is interesting to them.” “I’m sure if it’s anything like your dissertation, we’re in for a treat.” Professor Shaw commented.

The old man said in appreciation. "That's a harsh word to describe your student!" He tsked. "Student, ha!" The old man uttered blankly. "Where did you go? How did you end up with the foolish Firestone princes?" The old man asked no other than his master. He is surprised for his master knew the Firestone family. He took a deep sigh. "It's a long story. And I hate narrating it. So you better not push me." He said in a snob.

The rest of him was vast, terrifying, and deep; all hidden far below the surface. Leslie finally could not contain her curiosity and spoke up. "Mr. Goodman, is Mr. Lloyd really your senior? If I may be frank, the age difference between you two seems rather significant." Amari answered with unmistakable pride. "Age difference is irrelevant. Andrew is gifted beyond measure. He's the sole disciple of the greatest alchemist in the world, the legendary God of Medicine himself.

Grandmaester Parole said, then dragged in a heavy breath, inhaling the aroma of the herbs. "I have served the king faithfully; even his father, Harris Clegane, would have testified to my good service. Sadly, my services are no longer needed when it comes to the things that concern the realm." He added, before turning to look at Drigo. "Do me a favor and leave the room; I would like to perform an experiment." He said, then turned away. "When the paths become narrow, one must always seek the wisdom of those with grey hair, because they have seen far more than we have."

As for who the mystery person was, only Mane knew. "His talent in alchemy is very high. To think someone like this existed on such a small planet. Truly a miracle" the usually quiet 8th wasn't stingy with his praise. "You miss your disciple, don't you?" the 6th snickered. "He is a rare talent. He should be nurtured properly. Not on missions in dangerous areas." The 8th rebutted. "If only you said this to his hearing." Mane giggled. The 8th was a stern teacher. He had never praised his student when the poor lad was around. It was only after his departure did the stubborn man heap compliments on the boy.

Wisdom did not rely and copper continues "he is very powerful and he can do so many things in this country and infact he can do virtually many things all round Europe and the United States, his connections is very strong and incredible" "are you saying no one can face him" wisdom asked. Cooper smiled and stood up, "you can face him only if you will follow my steps, read my dossier boy", without another glance he stood up and left the cafeteria. Wisdom noted 12 men following him out. Chirst, the man is a scumbag, "white dragon, your death awaits you" wisdom said and left the cafeteria.

The far old man prostrated before him and said loudly, “Master, please accept me as your disciple. I am called Owain Lester, and I will be your disciple from now on. If you have any needs, please tell me. I will never object to anything.” The thin old man beside him took a glance at him. ‘Owain, you’re so shameless! This brat can even be your grandson. You’re really kneeling and asking him to be your master?’ Then, he too knelt down to the ground with a thud. Not only that, he prostrated and knocked his head against the ground three times and said loudly, “Master, please accept this old man as your disciple too! From today on, I, Dewey Schulz, will be your disciple! No, this Seven Star Resid

Amon kept walking, and I followed with everything I had left, forcing my shaking body to keep up. “No wonder William praised her. Turns out the effect is extraordinary…” Tristan kept babbling even though Amon ignored him. “Miss Wisa, I truly feel sorry for you. Unloved, and you'll be thrown away once you're no longer useful, completely worthless. You might be cherished right now, but soon enough you'll be kicked out…”