Meeting The Academy President, I Have An Ancestor
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Meng Lei hung up, secretly thrilled.
During this period of time in the Magical Beast Forest, he had accumulated quite a good number of magic cores. They would definitely sell for a hefty sum of money.
Cashing out the magic cores! An explosive increase in his wealth!
Tonight was the night! Meng Lei couldn't wait!
Beep, beep, beep!
The magic communication device rang again at this point. Meng Lei took a look at it—it was his head teacher, Dirk Norway.
"Meng Lei, you're back?"
"Yes, I am, Mr. Dirk."
"Good to know that you're back." Dirk Norway heaved a sigh of relief. "Where are you at the moment? Come to my office if you're free. Someone wants to meet you."
"Coming right over."
After Meng Lei hung up, he said apologetically, "I'm really sorry, Ol' President. I can't continue the stroll with you anymore."
"Go ahead." Ol' Amos waved him off. "You can also ask about the Dragon-Language Magic along the way."