Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 122 Each Person's Sense of Disappointment

The afternoon sun was warm and gentle, shining softly on people.

The snow in the forest has completely melted, and the temperature is rising rapidly, with no further fluctuations expected.

On the open beach by the stream, two leaping figures kept crossing paths.

Guss deeply felt the qualitative improvement brought about by the inscribed sword. His battle aura was greatly amplified, and he felt as if he had inexhaustible strength. He raised his two swords and tried his best to block the butler's slash!

"I'm going to increase my power!" Mussophie casually reminded him. The next attack saw a surge in strength.

Gus gritted his teeth and parried, his face covered in sweat, his legs sinking deep into the damp mud like wooden stakes.

"Mr. Butler! Your strength is truly astounding!"

Guts thought to himself, "No wonder they're from the Bear Clan."

"I almost lost control." Mussophie gracefully flipped backward, stepping back a short distance to regain her footing. "Gus, how does it feel to use the inscribed weapon?"

"Indeed, the effect is fantastic!"

Gus, panting, wiped the sweat from his brow; his increased strength was undeniable. The only pity was that he only had one inscribed sword, which felt somewhat awkward and out of place.

The hand wielding the inscribed sword exudes a surging, powerful battle aura, while the other hand, wielding an ordinary steel sword, displays a sluggish battle aura output, clearly demonstrating the difference.

No wonder even exceptionally talented ordinary swordsmen struggle to compete with magic swordsmen of the same caliber. The academy truly needs to categorize ordinary warriors and magic swordsmen into two distinct classes.

"The inscribed sword can be used, but it's best not to rely on it for daily training!" Mussofi handed over another pair of bamboo swords: "The inscribed sword brings additional enhancements, not fundamental progress. Believe in external things, and you'll eventually find your personal strength stagnating."

Gus sheathed his sword, looking like he had learned something.

"Once you reach the elite rank, I will help you apply to the young master for another inscribed weapon." Mussofi took out two swords from the bamboo basket again and assumed an offensive stance in the Bamboo Wind School.

Gus paused for a moment, as if making a decision: "Mr. Butler, I want to become your student!"

"Hey, I'm an orc! Guts, you need to think this through." Mussophie bared her sharp teeth, revealing a fierce expression.

"I fully acknowledge your abilities and your character," Guts said sincerely.

"Actually, you are already my student now. I have trained many, many people like you..."

Mussofi looked desolate, a slight melancholy in his expression. Faces flashed before his eyes as he drifted into memories of the past: "Besides the Thirty-Six Forms of Bamboo Wind, there's not much else I can teach you..."

"That's enough. Your selfless dedication and contributions make you worthy of the title of master."

At this moment, it is no longer an exchange of benefits, or a forced or coerced choice, but a simple recognition.

Gus bowed deeply to Mussofi.

"Fine, whatever makes you happy..." The panda tilted its head noncommittally.

After the morning's chaos, the situation at the Wangdu Prosecutor's Office returned to stability.

Attorney General Donaldson dropped all charges against Blue Rose on the grounds of insufficient evidence.

The vacant positions of more than thirty chief prosecutors were temporarily filled by selecting personnel from the original group through a vote.

The first thing the acting prosecutor did upon taking office was to demand a thorough investigation into the gray industries associated with the Belland family and other corrupt nobles.

Thanks to information provided by an internal defector, progress was made faster than expected. Multiple large strongholds were raided, and nearly several thousand trapped women were rescued. More than five hundred people were arrested in connection with the case.

The news agency's reporters continued to follow up with reports. The second supplement to the Kingdom Weekly is being rushed into production.

More and more ugliness is being exposed to the world, and the people of the capital are in an uproar. The storm is escalating.

Some found it absurd and sensational; some questioned the security of the capital; and some went further, suspecting collusion between high-ranking officials and decadent nobles. The student groups were indignant and prepared to organize a large-scale march.

The city's security forces commander-in-chief, Galahad, quickly issued a statement apologizing to the public, claiming that there had been a major oversight in the work.

Elaine, a representative of the Night Watch, issued a statement acknowledging the shortage of manpower and the difficulty in fully controlling public order.

Amidst the turmoil in the capital, Tai'an quietly attended classes in the secluded Wizarding Academy.

The ancient texts in the morning were really boring, while the afternoon class was about contracts and seals, and the main lecturer was Youmu.

Both are part of auxiliary studies, involving inscription. Due to their profound and tedious content, they were established as a separate discipline.

Dorothy wasn't paying attention in class. She sat behind Tyson, staring blankly at his back for the entire lesson. With her keen intuition, she noticed many hidden gazes.

Everyone knows that Yin Yue likes Tai An, and Fu seems to feel the same way. Leona from the Golden Osmanthus family probably only has a good impression of him.

In addition, the mentor Youmu on the podium would occasionally cast a hidden glance at her.

"Little An is really popular..."

The little girl with purplish-black hair was feeling depressed. She propped her chin up with her little hand and racked her brains trying to figure out what kind of offer she could make so he wouldn't refuse.

It went so far as to sell one's personality and dignity...

The thought of the boy freely doing whatever he wanted to her while lying on top of her made the little girl's cheeks flush rapidly, and she quickly buried her face in her arms.

"No, girls must be reserved and never easily take the final step..."

The inner city is underground, with a network of interconnected sewers.

The suffocating stench and the endless flow of sewage around us.

A man wearing a black trench coat and a baseball cap strode up the concrete steps, carrying a bunch of shiny foxtail grass.

As a spellcaster, Tinyham need not worry about the stench; a circular mental shield isolates him from air exchange.

The anticipated worst-case scenario of being wanted throughout the city did not occur.

Compared to the Blue Rose family's domineering and cruelty, his behavior was nothing more than a child's farce and not worth mentioning at all.

Tinyham had expected to be featured in the Kingdom's Weekly, but instead, he was ignored, leaving him feeling intensely disappointed.

"Strength! Strength! What's the next step...?"

He casually tossed the spatial ring in his hand, sensing that the distance to his mental coordinates was getting closer and closer…

After leaving the Night's Watch encampment, Lesser rushed home to witness the mob storming into his villa. The once beautiful garden was in ruins, and he could foresee that his home would be even more chaotic.

He was somewhat at a loss, but once he came to his senses, he immediately realized that it was not advisable to stay any longer.

It must not fall into the hands of a mob, otherwise the consequences would be unpredictable.

Although I never interact with people from the lower classes and most likely few people know me, I'm just afraid of the worst-case scenario.

(End of this chapter)