Chapitre 731: Foundation Stone of Propaganda

"Ouch!"

"Aiooo!"

"Yiek!"

The students let out varied shrieks as they plucked their hair strands and began to tie them together. Their mistakes were plenty and a majority of them lacked the flexibility of fingers to accurately tie a knot on the short hair strands.

"Hold it in the gap between your nail and finger like this." Inala approached one of the students and explained the process in detail. His voice was a whisper, please to the ears, causing the student to feel like he was in a trance before feeling sleepy.

Inala's peaceful voice was sleep-inducing. As he slowly explained, Prana gathered at his throat before he opened his mouth and emitted a small packet of sound.

Mystic Royal Art—Universal Slip!