Ding ding ding~
The sound of the class bell rang.
Time at school always flies by quickly.
In the blink of an eye, there's only the last class left.
"How many spells have you written?" Lu Xun leaned towards his seatmate and asked.
"How many? I haven't even finished the first one yet... Undead Magic isn't something you can just knock out easily." Wuer replied helplessly, "This is high-level magic, it's complicated. You don't understand the Undead Race's language, so I have to translate it into Human Federation text in my mind before writing it down, so it's a bit slow."
"Oh wow! High-level magic?!" Lu Xun's eyes lit up, and he quickly said, "No need to translate, just write it directly in the Undead Race's language."
With technology so advanced nowadays, translating various languages and texts is very convenient. Just buying a translator can solve the problem.
