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[It turned out that in the middle of the night, Yashutia suddenly woke up, staggered out of bed, and rushed to the window, silently watching the few pedestrians on the city street.]
The commotion startled the half-elf, who was always on high alert. Seeing Yashutia's strange behavior, she couldn't help but ask what Yashutia was thinking.
After some hesitation, Yashutia finally opened up to the half-elf she had always disliked.
After the alchemy hut was destroyed by the black-hatted sorcerer's magic, she felt as if she had returned to the dejected state she was in when she left the United Nations of Janium.
After losing her years of accumulated alchemical equipment, she was momentarily at a loss for what she could do. Although her time with the robin was brief, she gradually grew accustomed to its presence. Perhaps she saw a reflection of her past in the robin; in any case, the robin's departure was a devastating blow.
"Why is this happening? Aren't I a genius? Why am I always so defenseless against external attacks?" Yashutia cried, clinging to the half-elf's leg. "Was it really a mistake for me to become an alchemist instead of a mage?"
The half-elf couldn't answer Yashutia's question. After all, for her, rather than learning alchemy to explore the essence of life, she preferred to rely on her own strength to defend the softest part of her heart.
So Yashutia left, and whether she wanted to return to magic or continue her studies in alchemy, no one knew. Perhaps even she herself wasn't sure where her future lay.
She originally wanted to give you a hug or say something harsh before leaving, but you were engrossed in discussing the Holy Grail with the succubus, so she could only leave with regret.
[The four-person team was reduced to just you and Ateliers. You weren't too sad, because in your mind, everything would be alright once you mastered the Ten Mile Slope Sword God technique and emerged from seclusion.]
[You and the half-elf traveled to Lundia via the teleportation array in Crowned Stakes. Without the red dragon by your side, the teleportation was incredibly stable... Wait, you suddenly remember, where's your red dragon?]
Before you could even mourn the red dragon worth 40,000 gold coins, a fully armed holy knight was waiting for you in the golden hall. Upon your arrival, she patted you on the shoulder, then, to your puzzled look, removed her helmet, revealing a smiling face. It was Jennifer.
Upon hearing that you planned to go to Queen Whiteley College, she seemed quite shocked. After hesitating for a long time, she said to you, "I heard that college places a lot of importance on background, and you might have a rather stifling experience there."
[You laughed upon hearing this. Latis has never cared about birth since ancient times; the idea that "nobles and nobles are born with a special destiny" is deeply ingrained in your mind. Besides, you're going to learn magic, not to throw parties and engage in sexual activity. This little thing is nothing.]
However, when you proudly walk into school with your muscular chest out, you're instantly dumbfounded.
[In the academy's entrance exam, short-answer questions such as "surname and family background," "political affiliation," and "powerful background" took up most of the page, leaving you at a loss for words. Scratching your head, you wrote "Solution" and then started drawing a two-dimensional half-elf avatar on top of it.]
[Halfway through the written exam, the half-elf, who had been quietly waiting, watched you, the first person to walk out of the exam room, and, with surprise, conducted an interview with you.]
"All I want to say is, please buff the warriors—oops, I mean, buff the mage mages." You and the half-elf exchanged a smile, then left the written exam hall without a care in the world.
Of course, you haven't given up on enrolling. There's still the physical fitness test for mages this afternoon, which you believe is one of your strengths. Right now, you just want to enjoy some quality time with your sweetheart.
The half-elf tells you that she rented an apartment for you at the end of the main street in Lundia. Although it cost her all her money and she can only afford it for two years, she's confident that you'll be rolling in wealth before the lease expires.
May Artemis, the goddess of gold, bless you, Amen.
"Tebao, why don't we go to school together?" you shamelessly exclaimed.
After feigning composure, the half-elf scratched your palm before clearing her throat and explaining her thoughts.
First, she didn't want to owe the princess a favor; second, she couldn't connect to the magic network, and therefore couldn't accept this kind of teaching based on the magic network; finally, given her level of knowledge, she felt she should be a teacher, not a student.
After some thought, you could only accept this fact and tacitly accept the decision that she would spend most of her time away from Lundia, experiencing life elsewhere—a decision that was both extremely tragic and incredibly empty for you.
That afternoon, you returned to Queen Whiteley Academy for your mage physical fitness test. Looking at the nobles taking the test with you, you couldn't help but smile, a smile that reflected your own invincibility. How could these nobles, who were either skinny or obese, possibly be a match for you, "La Devil Muscular Man Ti Battle Mage S"?
However, when the physical fitness test began, you were once again greatly shocked to watch as the nobles began to compete with their family-inherited spells, vying to see whose spells were more magnificent and whose effects were more visually impactful. Meanwhile, in terms of physical fitness, you silently watched as those nobles, who would be out of breath after just a few steps, achieved near-perfect scores in the court dance.
"Damn it, this is outrageous! I'll expose you!" Just as you were about to unleash a barrage of zeros on everyone, the teacher in charge of the physical fitness test received a message and called you out.
"Her Highness the Princess has informed us that we can admit you without examination, Latis... uh, may I ask your surname?" He paused, holding a thin file, and asked respectfully.
[Of course Latis's last name is La, not Niu (cow).]
You think to yourself, and calmly reply, "My last name is Herold."
"Alright, Herod," the physical fitness test instructor readily agreed. "After your magic level test, please choose a department you prefer to enroll in."
Of course you know that the magic academy's factions are distinguished by the type of spells used. For example, the first academy mage you met, Musk, was a despicable pure defensive mage...
However, when you finally receive your second-year admission certificate and are ready to choose your major, you find yourself stumped by the three options: "Internal Affairs," "Diplomacy," and "Consular Administration."
"Didn't I come here to learn magic? What is all this?" You scratched your head, completely baffled, and muttered, "Am I destined to become a top scholar and a prince consort? Life is so unpredictable!"
[“Become a prince consort?” A classmate who had just finished the physical fitness test overheard your muttering to yourself, couldn’t help but chuckle and pat you on the shoulder, saying, “Be bold! Her Majesty the Queen also selects outstanding men to send into the palace. Why not just go straight to becoming the Prince Consort of Norard?”]
You glanced at your classmate with a lewd look on his face, then suddenly remembered the black lace bra you'd gotten from a blind box. You snorted coldly and gave a wicked smile: "Alright, I'll see who truly has the greatest bosom in Norard!"
Chapter 81: Group Members Bothered Me, I Turned a Deaf Ear (Part 2)
Ultimately, you thought the world was so big and you wanted to see it, so you chose diplomacy from the three majors.
You smoothly passed your first month at Queen's College, spending your days cramming on various races, languages, geography, and the political structures of other countries—a grueling and exhausting experience.
Thankfully, every day when you return to your small apartment at No. 21 Tianhai Street, there's always a gentle, warm embrace from the semi-elf and a comforting lap pillow waiting for you, helping you relieve the pressure of studying.
You're getting more and more used to being with Ate as your lover. She bought you a lot of new clothes with nipple patterns on them. Although you wanted to explain, all you could think about was patting her head in her smiling eyes.
In return, you bought her several sets of hooded robes to change into in the city. Of course, that wasn't your main purpose; you just casually bought some maid outfits, bunny girl costumes, and little dresses, and then grinned as you made her change into them for you.
Although the half-elf didn't quite understand your bizarre XP system, she didn't resist or object. On the contrary, whenever you personally dressed her or stroked her body, she would gaze at you with loving eyes.
Under such gazes, your guilty mind is cleansed, and you subconsciously struggle to suppress your impulses. Even though you know she won't refuse, you can't bear to treat her as a tool. You hope that one day, when she understands the meaning of that behavior, she will bring it up with you on her own.
However, not long after, when the half-elf decided to embark on her trials once more, you began to regret why you, a shameless social terrorist, had waited for a fool to finally understand.
[You frantically did three sets of practice tests in frustration... but still couldn't solve them. Completely annoyed, you strode into the academy's second-year spellcasting practice room and mercilessly lashed each of the small targets with your great staff.]
With your increased magic power, you blasted the magic target to smithereens. When you awoke from your immersive magic missile barrage, you were horrified to find the practice room a complete mess.
Having become penniless, you were terrified of being forced to pay compensation by the management, so you scrambled back to the classroom, pulled out your political science book (which was even cleaner than your face), and pretended to read.
Soon, you heard a commotion approaching, which then deliberately stopped outside your classroom.
[“The royal power of Norard is evenly distributed among the eldest prince, Les, the second prince, Kobik, and the third princess, Pincus. As for the youngest princess, Slink, she seems to have no interest in taking charge of military power…”]
[You're pretending to read this far when you suddenly find someone standing in front of you. He's dressed in a magnificent mage's robe, with faint traces of several solidified spells visible. Standing before you, he asks with an imposing air, "Young man, what were you doing just now?"]
"Huh?" you say, feigning ignorance. "I've always been studying. Learning is so much fun! I love learning, haha!"
He gave the look of an old man using a cell phone on the subway, paused for a moment, and continued, "Latis Herold, can you tell the truth..."
"When group members bother me, I ignore them; when Nanliang tries to argue with me, I run away. When the teacher assigns homework, I'm overjoyed..." You recited with great emotion and swaying your head:
"Ah, I love learning!"
The man was furious. A notification for "Thermal Imaging" appeared before his eyes. He slammed his fist on the table and yelled, "Your staff is hot! And you say you're studying?"
You paused for two seconds, then chuckled humorously: "Who says you can't play with a magic wand while studying? Haha..."
Suddenly, an image appeared in the man's hand created by the "Image Retention" technique. He glanced at the figure in the bright pink robe who was fleeing in a disheveled state and sneered, "Isn't this photo of you?"
Your smile froze instantly, and you roared inwardly, "Photography is the most disgusting invention ever!"
You coughed twice, then said awkwardly, "To be honest, this isn't me..."
The man and you stared at each other in the dead silence for half a minute. Suddenly, he burst into laughter, pulled a gold coin from his pocket, slammed it on the table, turned around, and waved: "Don't leave after school. Come to my office."
These words seemed to awaken a long-dormant shadow within you; you involuntarily shuddered, picked up the gold coin, and glanced at it.
The gold coin doesn't depict Queen Whitey's portrait, but rather a magnificent building you've never seen before, and its overall shape and weight differ from the original gold Whitey. You hesitate for a moment, then flip through your book and indeed find the coin's provenance.
The Gold House is a gold coin minted with the backdrop of the Grand Palace of Haust, the capital residence of the United Nations in Janium. It symbolizes the United Nations' significant contributions to peace and development in various regions, and its official exchange rate with the Gold White is 1:1.
Just as you were pondering the strange man's intention in giving you the gold coin, a teacher suddenly whispered to you that the man was one of the three headmasters of the Queen's Academy, named Jeris Taubet, a hawkish leader in the Kingdom of Norard.
[A hawkish leader? You suddenly recall the kingdom's advantageous diplomatic position and the military buildup mentioned in textbooks. A hypothesis pops into your mind: Is the Kingdom of Norard planning to go to war with other countries?!]
[You immediately threw the book down, thinking, "Damn it, I can't study at all anymore! It's so boring! I want to see rivers of blood! Gentlemen, you like war!"]
[You met Principal Zerris atop the Queen's Academy's spire. His robes fluttered in the wind, and upon meeting you, he said, "Your spells are incredibly powerful, almost on par with mine when I've added a powerful enchantment. This is your talent; you were born to live on the battlefield."]
You asked the question that mattered most to you: "Boss, who are we going to fight?"
Principal Zerris gave you a bewildered look and said, "What do you mean, 'hit who'? It's the Magic Network Era, can't you be less barbaric? I meant you'd be perfect as a bodyguard for diplomats. With that fierce look on your face, and if you showed off your mage skills, you could definitely secure greater commercial benefits for the kingdom on the negotiation battlefield, and maybe even attract a lot of foreigners to study in Lundia!"
["Huh?" You stared dumbfounded at Zerris's perfectly upright expression, all your witty remarks falling silent.]
"It's raining..." Zerris sighed, gazing at the dark clouds outside the window. Then, he said earnestly to you, "Judging by your illiterate appearance, you probably won't be able to concentrate on politics, history, or geography. You should focus on learning magic and try to master a few large-scale spells so you can scare those foreigners."
"That's all for now, I'm leaving. Your academic GPA is maxed out, don't come looking for me unless it's absolutely necessary." He put on his top hat and walked out gracefully. You vaguely heard him mutter to himself, "The weather in Lundia... I can't walk too fast because the ground is all wet..."
You stared blankly at the torrential rain outside the window, when suddenly you spotted a familiar figure on the empty school playground.
[Sling, dressed in formal attire and holding a white umbrella adorned with intricate decorations, looked up and nodded at you.]
That evening, Slink visited your temporary apartment. Her gaze swept over the maid's dress the half-elf had left behind, and she looked at you with suspicion.
"Wait, what kind of look is that?" you shouted. "You don't suspect I dress as a woman in private, do you?! How could a macho man like me do such an indecent thing!"
Slinger coughed lightly, awkwardly averting his gaze. Suddenly noticing the ivy leaves hanging on the door, he exclaimed in surprise, "Is she... your wife? She has such deep feelings for you!"
Looking at the elegant handwriting etched on the ivy leaf, you couldn't help but sigh with a warm feeling and nod.
[The inscription on the ivy leaf reads: Dear Latis, eat well and sleep well. I will return before the ivy withers. Remember to think of me! —Your loyal Ateliers (?-ω-`)]
Slinger took out a notebook, scribbled a few notes, and began to explain to you the purpose of her visit.
Upon arriving in Dragonhorn Territory, she was immediately shocked by the situation; she hadn't expected such chaos to exist in the Kingdom of Norard. After interviewing and investigating the local people with the inspectors, she gradually pieced together the truth of the matter.
[It turns out that the Dragonhorn Lord, driven by selfish desires, had been secretly collecting various bloodlines and materials. The people had witnessed his actions but dared not speak out. Now, with his young son returning from the floating island to inherit the family business, the people had lost all trust in him.]
"The young Dragonhorn Lord previously served as a servant to another family on the Floating Island, hoping to climb the social ladder through marriage," Slingk said coldly. Then she looked at you and suddenly smiled.
“I saw a record of you being branded as blasphemer at the local church. Is there some misunderstanding? You're a cyber police officer, how could you be charged with blasphemy? I can help you apply for a review with the Goddess Church.”
Overjoyed, you asked her if you could bring the half-elf along to remove the Sin Mark. Slingk pondered for a moment and nodded.
"As fellow cyber police officers, I look forward to you joining me on missions after you graduate," Slink said to you before leaving. "There are only five cyber police officers in the Kingdom of Norard, including you. Mutual assistance is essential to maintaining order in the kingdom."
You watched her departing figure, your eyes narrowing. In your limited interactions with the cyber police, they had left a good impression. So why were so many black-hat sorcerers spontaneously gathering to target them? Was there a deeper conspiracy behind this?
[But this has nothing to do with you now. You don't want to delve into these messy things. After all, as Principal Zhelis said, you're illiterate. So you plan to cultivate intensely, and then, once you emerge from seclusion, sweep away all the accumulated history in the world. You want to become a master of history eradication!]
Just as you closed your eyes to begin meditating, you suddenly sensed movement in the room—your closet moved!
[You, brimming with materialistic idealism and utterly fearless, opened the closet, only to find the succubus, Sasa.]
"Hehe..." she said awkwardly, scratching her head, "I didn't mean to eavesdrop, Sasa came early this morning..."
You see Sasa stuck in the closet in a strange position, like a cat stretching, and you pull her out by the scruff of her neck.
"Put me down!" Sasa struggled weakly and helplessly, shouting, "I'm a level two succubus now! Show me some respect! Oh right, I already have servants! Flower, Nana, come out and fight alongside me!"
Looking at the brand-new succubus that appeared in the closet, you sighed, "Well, isn't this a form of cultivation? It's much faster than meditation..."
The next morning, looking at the sleeping Sasa and feeling the magic power within you now at its third ring, you sincerely thanked nature for its bounty.
You arrived at Queen's Academy in high spirits, and to Principal Zerris's astonishment, slammed your second-year badge on the table and casually put on your third-year badge.
Two months later, with the help of Level 3 Sasha and her five subordinates, you received the fourth-year badge amidst Principal Zerris's astonished gaze.