Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 213 The Mature Woman's Apprentice

The nationalization of the Belair family's territory did not surprise most people. After all, after paying such a heavy price, some of the costs had to be recouped.

None of the five noble families bordering the border raised any objections. They were well aware that if the kingdom hadn't launched a full-scale attack and allowed the demonic disaster to spread unchecked, they would have been the first to suffer, perhaps even having to abandon their territory and become refugees.

Taian never imagined that the territory of the Bellad family would become related to him.

The king sent a special envoy to ask for his opinion. If he was willing to marry Princess Dorothy, the Bellad family territory would be given to their descendants as dowry and passed down through generations.

What an amazing thing!

Tai'an was overjoyed but couldn't think of a reason to refuse. On the surface, he still had to maintain his composure and said that he needed to ask his family for their opinion.

Anyway, the meat won't escape from the pot.

In mid-May, the demon-slaying campaign gradually came to an end, and large numbers of organized troops left.

It's a pity we couldn't catch the ringleader, Rasel; we only managed to capture a few minor figures.

It is said that part of the Belair family has already sailed out to sea, while the rest have fled into the Monster Forest.

The territory had a population of nearly two million, but post-war statistics showed it to be less than 500,000.

If the powerful hadn't intervened in time to destroy the demon's gates, many more humans might have become the demons' livestock, driven into the abyss to suffer an endless and tragic fate. Furthermore, the problems of land pollution and desertification remain.

The once fertile coastal territory now presents a desolate scene.

"The weak are not in control of their own destiny!"

On the vast coastline, Tai'an stands with his hands behind his back, gazing at the endless waves in the distance.

The weather was sunny, with a gentle breeze and pleasant temperature.

Wearing sunglasses, Yin Yue lay on a beach chair, leisurely enjoying a sunbath.

Her skin, as white as cream, was covered in marks from being twisted.

It wasn't Tai'an's fault, but Dorothy's. The two played chess together, and the loser had to be punished.

He'd been here for half a month, and usually had no time to entertain them in Tai'an. His medical tent was now open for business. He offered life weaving services for a fee of one hundred gold coins per session.

At first, everyone was skeptical.

Even Miranda, the representative of the Cleric Division, had not fully mastered the Weaving of Life. Let alone someone who was hiding his true nature.

However, Tai'an was quick to prove himself in battle. He successfully healed a guard knight with a missing arm and a swordsman whose eyes had been disfigured by the poisonous gas of the Poison Swamp Demon, causing a sensation. More and more people came to see him.

Compared to the Violet Hospital where the "masters" require multiple treatments and charge repeated fees, Tai'an can resolve all issues in one session, naturally making it more popular with patients. The news spread like wildfire.

Gradually, the area in front of the medical tents became overcrowded, and the military sent people to negotiate and place large-volume orders.

His efficiency was abnormally high; an ordinary priest could only perform life weaving two or three times a day at most.

The mysterious man made at least a dozen trips from morning till night without ever stopping. His efficiency was equivalent to that of four or five people combined. It felt as if the entire Violet Hospital had been moved there.

The speed at which they make money is incredibly fast, making everyone envious. Their net monthly income is nearly 50,000 gold!

"Hahaha! What a steal! A win-win situation!"

As he put bags of gold into his spatial ring, Tai'an, whose face was hidden in the distorted light, couldn't help but smile.

Saving a little extra money in secret will definitely come in handy later. Gold won't depreciate as easily as paper money, and any surplus can be passed down to your descendants—it's a win-win situation.

"Why don't you show your true face?" Miranda, the representative of the Clergy branch, came to exchange ideas, thinking that healing people would not make enemies, so why be so mysterious.

"I was afraid of scaring you!" Tai An deliberately lowered his voice, sounding somewhat mature and masculine.

"I'm not afraid! You're just a little ugly at most." The brown-haired mature woman stared with her captivating, large eyes, her every move exuding the aura of a top international star: "At our level, we've long since transcended the foolishness of judging people by their appearance."

"Alright then!" Tai An took off his hood, and his face, which had been distorted by the light, returned to normal.

"You have such a wicked sense of humor, turning into such an adorable little kid," Miranda exclaimed.

"I'm just a kid," Tai'an knew he couldn't explain, so he calmly let the other person misunderstand: "Alright, enough chit-chat! What do you want from me?"

"I hope to become your apprentice and receive your guidance. Please allow me to accompany you." The brown-haired woman bowed deeply, revealing her unfathomable sincerity.

"You should go find Itam, the head of the Cleric Division, that would be a better choice." Taian narrowed his eyes slightly, not considering himself familiar with the mature woman in front of him.

"Lord Itam has indeed given me guidance many times, but it has not eased my confusion about the path forward. I have too many questions." Miranda rested one hand on her delicate collarbone.

"How old are you this year?" Tai'an asked, propping his head up with his hand.

"I am thirty-four years old!" Miranda replied after a slight hesitation.

"Are you married?"

"no."

"I have high standards and hate having unclean things around me."

"You can rest assured that I swear to serve only knowledge and truth for the rest of my life."

"I am knowledge and truth."

The boy's explicit words made the brown-haired woman blush instantly, at a loss for words, her eyes darting around. After a long while, she gritted her teeth.

"Yes! I understand..."

Equivalent exchange is an eternal truth; after all, it's just a physical body. Besides, the other party doesn't dislike her. Miranda lowered her eyes, her thoughts racing: "I will fulfill all your wishes."

"Very good!" Tai'an smiled with satisfaction.

He's not some self-proclaimed moral guardian; why should he refuse a beautiful woman who's offering herself to him? He might as well just accept her as an eye-catching vase.

Although I'm not able to do it right now, it's always good to bring good stuff home. I'll keep it for now so I don't regret it later.

He tried to reason with himself.

The first step in the compliance test is washing feet.

A faint blush rose on the cheeks of the brown-haired beauty kneeling before him, amidst the rising steam: "Teacher."

The water was at the perfect temperature, and the beautiful woman's fingers gently pinched the soles of the boy's feet. Her touch was gentle, her expression one of submissive admiration.

Tai'an had a smug look on his face.

Life is meant to be enjoyed!

"My hands are a little cold..."

"Teacher, let me warm you up."

She slipped her little hand inside her collar, feeling her heartbeat.

"I'm a little thirsty..."

Miranda quickly prepared tea: "Would you like a leather cup?"

"No need..." Tai'an was afraid that Yinyue would notice something was wrong.

The news of the mysterious priest taking Miranda as his apprentice sparked a small-scale discussion. Most people held a positive view, believing Miranda was lucky and might be able to make further progress in her life-weaving. However, unexpectedly, the two parted ways after only three days.

"That slut, so materialistic, she has no patience at all!"

Tai'an's pitiful knowledge reserves were completely exhausted in less than three days.

Then, they were abandoned.

(End of this chapter)