Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 143 A Gift for Aglaia

The faint sound of weeping could be heard coming from the Florence Nunnery, shrouded in night.

Three consecutive days of hunger strikes and prayers yielded no redemption or mercy, and many people were on the verge of physical and mental collapse.

It all stemmed from the interference of the Blue Rose family. The substantial profits they had planned to bring back vanished, triggering a massive crackdown on the gray market. Nobles, now fearful and hesitant, stopped patronizing their businesses.

The Florence Sisters are already facing a dire financial situation. The current hardship is just the beginning.

For three whole days, Elder Sister Grazia stared blankly at the pure white statue of the goddess of love and devotion, remaining motionless.

His eyes gradually regained focus as he heard his subordinates calling out to him.

"High Nun, the three-day fast has ended."

"Let's start cooking! From today until we have a stable source of income, please try to overcome the difficulties and reduce one meal a day."

The subordinates remained silent. Originally, the convent only provided two meals a day, morning and evening. Reducing one meal would mean halving the food supply tomorrow.

"High Nun, why don't we hold the Blue Rose family accountable? I heard they took all the injured children away. They should at least pay the price for this."

"The risks of provoking the Blue Rose family are too great. They could use our inability to sustain ourselves as an excuse to annex the Hundred Flowers Abbey. The Blue Roses in the North have always been underpopulated, so we can't give them a chance to get involved. Otherwise, no one can stop us."

With a deep, enigmatic gaze, Grace waved her hand, casting a glow upon the goddess statue.

"Even our gods aren't allowed?"

"I'm sorry..."

Even divine intervention has its limits.

At best, Grace could only temporarily rival the level of an ordinary sanctuary, enough to repel enemies or protect herself.

However, the powerful individuals who intervened with Blue Rose were far beyond the scope of ordinary Saint Realm experts.

Only by witnessing it firsthand can one truly understand the cruelty and ruthlessness of the perpetrator. Life is treated as nothing; lines of death crisscross the night sky with impunity.

Whenever she thinks about it, Grace feels a chill run down her spine.

Unbeknownst to everyone, that guy wasn't just a simple combatant, but a dual practitioner of magic and martial arts. His physical strength surpassed even that of the god-general Hercules, achieving the feat of breaking the sound barrier with his physical body.

He is most likely one of the most powerful beings in the world, hiding in the shadows, his purpose unknown.

Unless, of course, the goddess arranges for her divine child to be born, there is no possibility of them competing.

The evening breeze was chilly, and the spring cold persisted.

The enticing aroma of spicy food wafts from roadside barbecue stalls.

Tiniham paused slightly, glancing at the gray-haired girl beside him: "Let's eat some barbecue together."

Bai Yu lowered her head and softly hummed in agreement. Being suddenly pursued by a client was bound to make her feel flustered. Fortunately, the other party didn't make any further moves. After having a few meals together, their relationship gradually became more familiar.

Mr. Tinney is a handsome and charming man, and he is very generous. The only downside is that he is a bit too old; he is forty-two years old this year, older than his father.

She was hesitant about pursuing a further relationship.

Tinham had no intention of forcing the girl. He frankly explained his situation, and they began their relationship gradually and naturally, getting to know each other. Whether it succeeded or not, he would have no regrets.

I paid for twenty skewers of grilled meat, as well as some specialty vegetarian dishes.

The two sat at a folding table by the roadside, waiting for their meal.

Bai Yu didn't quite understand why she had to stand outside in the wind, so she hugged herself tightly to try and suppress the chill spreading through her body.

"Mr. Tinny, could we sit inside?"

"It's too noisy, and the cooking fumes are too strong!"

Tinyham snapped his fingers lightly, and a level 0 magic body temperature was constantly attached to the girl.

The coldness emanating from Bai Yu vanished without a trace, and she stared at the other person in surprise.

"Mr. Tiny, are you a spellcaster?"

"That's right, please don't tell anyone."

A heavy weight pressed down on the swaying scales of the girl's heart.

Spellcasters have always been at the top of the commoner marriage market, even above high-ranking civil servants. They are generally nobles with their own surnames and the right to marry noble ladies. They have diverse income sources and great potential for advancement. Moreover, they enjoy greater convenience in their lives.

While some nobles without lands might fall on hard times, spellcasters never experience such decline. Simply charging magic stones can bring in unimaginable profits for ordinary people.

The barbecue restaurant's demi-human waiter carried plates and placed them on the table in front of the two people.

Tiniham waited quietly for the girl to eat first, and only after confirming that everything was alright did he pick up a skewer of grilled meat and put it in his mouth.

Having killed some of the Belair family's guards, there's a possibility of being wanted by the authorities; one must remain vigilant in unfamiliar surroundings.

It's a bit like using a girl as a guinea pig. But since she received payment, she should do what she can.

Running errands, testing food for poison. Everything was done voluntarily in an exchange of mutual benefit…

The restaurant was quite generous; the meat skewers were very plentiful. A radio hanging by the door started broadcasting the evening news, still focusing on the Blue Rose family.

The anchor's words were filled with undisguised praise.

Whether it was accommodating the wounded in hospitals or sheltering women persecuted by the decadent aristocracy, it was a responsible act of a great noble family, and undoubtedly politically correct.

Finally, at the end, the host mentioned the Blue Rose family's policy of recruiting citizens and followers. Those willing to go to the North can register at the office in front of the Violet Academy. The Blue Rose family promises to provide residency and proper resettlement. Capable followers are welcome to join!

Tiniham's expression shifted slightly.

Dormitory No. 17 in Pale Courtyard.

Amidst laughter and chatter, everyone awaited the arrival of a sumptuous dinner.

"Xiao An! Where did you run off to! I didn't see you at all..." Yin Yue pouted her chin like a vinegar jar.

"I'm helping people treat illnesses!" Tai'an told the truth, knowing there was no way to hide it.

"When did you learn healing magic?" Silver Moon asked, crossing her legs and resting her chin on her small hand.

"You'll get it after just one look! It's very simple..." Tai'an took out the white-covered "Healing Manual".

"My mentor said you left very early. What items did you find?" Yin Yue asked curiously.

"A pocket watch engraved with the magic of light." Tai'an took it out and passed it around for everyone to see.

It wasn't a particularly valuable trinket; the noble ladies wouldn't have been interested. It was only as a prize that it held considerable sentimental value.

"Aglaia, you can have this. It'll be convenient to check the time occasionally. If your magic energy runs out, just ask me or Miss Delin for help recharging it."

The tea-haired girl was flattered and accepted the pocket watch that floated down from the sky. She stood up and bowed, saying, "Thank you. I will take good care of it."

Aglaia has always wanted a watch. She can only vaguely estimate the time when she's out and about, which is very inconvenient. More importantly, it easily leads to missed appointments and meals.

The reason for not buying it was naturally due to the price. Perhaps for nobles, spending a few gold coins at most wouldn't be a big deal. However, for the common people, a watch is definitely a luxury item.

The minimum price is 30 silver dollars; it will be cheaper unless it's secondhand.

Branded goods with slightly better quality and appearance may start at around 1 gold.

(End of this chapter)