Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 49 Taiya's New Employees

"Why isn't Mr. Monokuma here?"

"Butler Mussofi usually takes care of the young master's daily life, so I guess I'll be coming more often from now on..."

A hint of disappointment flashed in Sana's eyes as she packed two bamboo baskets of materials and supplies and handed them to Gus.

Gus counted the money and waited for his change.

"By the way, does your shop accept finished potions?"

"Yes!" Sana nodded. "You want to sell life-saving potions?"

"Yes, what's the purchase price for excellent quality?" Gus asked naturally.

"Two gold coins and thirty silver dollars," Sana replied.

"How much is the retail price?" Gus asked shamelessly.

"It depends on the market. Business has been slow lately, and we can only sell at the price of 300 silver dollars. If customers buy more, we need to negotiate the price down further."

As Gus and Sana chatted, they were on the street not far away.

"Miss! Beautiful and charming lady. Please, please give me a job, or I will starve to death on the street." The short, green goblin pleaded desperately before Taiya, his eyes brimming with tears.

Beautiful women are most easily moved to soft hearts.

Because they are often valued, flattered, and treated kindly by those around them, they naturally treat others and the world with kindness.

Throughout his career, Larkin has encountered all sorts of people and is extremely confident in his judgment.

Since you've decided to find a new powerful ally, you should naturally choose the best option.

After patiently waiting for several days, with thousands of people passing by, only Taiya met the requirements. So, he pounced on her without hesitation, abandoning even his dignity.

"Don't do that. My brother hates it when people kneel. Stand up and talk first." Taiya helped Larkin up.

"I won't get up unless you accept me!" the green goblin declared firmly.

"Okay, I can try hiring you for a month first. I've heard that goblins are very good at business. I have a batch of life potions that I hope to sell at a higher price and faster speed."

Taiya got straight to the point, thinking that since they needed to hire people anyway, they might as well give him a chance. She showed considerable patience, answering all of Larkin's questions in detail, including those regarding compensation and products.

A fixed salary of five silver dollars per month is guaranteed. You can get a 5% commission on the sales of high-quality life potions that exceed three gold coins, and a 1% commission on the sales of potions below three gold coins.

"You're so shrewd!" Larkin praised sweetly. "I need a place to stay and food."

"Come back to Violet Academy with me later, I'll figure out how to arrange it." Taiya immediately thought of her brother's dormitory.

"Beautiful lady, may I ask your name?" Larkin straightened his back silently.

"My name is Taeya, and my brother's name is Taean," Taeya told him in a reserved tone.

"I am Rajin, and I am at your service..." The green-skinned goblin bowed in perfect posture.

Gus, carrying two baskets of medicinal herbs in his left and right hands, squeezed through the crowd to get to Taiya's side.

"I've bought it!"

"Very good, now let's go back..."

Taiya disliked the atmosphere of Wizard Alley. There were often scary things on the roadside, as well as cursed objects that exuded an ominous aura. She quickened her pace and left in a hurry.

St. Violet Hospital.

The hospital is widely recognized as a top-tier hospital in terms of environment, equipment, and medical expertise.

In the VIP ward, De Yulan lay on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling and grinning foolishly.

"It's just one loss, is it really that big of a deal?" The pink-haired mature woman sat to the side, elegantly crossing her legs while eating strawberries.

"Heh, what do you know? One punch! Just one punch!"

"Young people should not be insulted. My era is over..." De Yulan muttered cryptically.

"Stay home and retire? Don't think about giving pointers to the younger generation?" The pink-haired mature woman scoffed.

"I'm almost seventy years old, with Saint-level strength! He's not even fifteen, he's barely grown any hair, and his voice is like a girl's. What's wrong with me giving him a few pointers?" Deyulan said emotionally.

"Yes, no problem, no problem," hope quickly agreed, trying to soothe her father's emotions.

"That little bastard launched a sneak attack, knocking me down with one punch, and then he didn't take responsibility, fleeing the scene!" De Yulan grew angrier the more he thought about it, his face flushed with fury. "Just thinking about it makes me feel so good! Making the enemy look like a piece of trash..."

hope picked up a handkerchief and wiped her sweat: "A normal person would run away. Why wouldn't I run and wait for you to extort money from me..."

"I will never forgive him!" De Yulan gritted his teeth.

"Mmm." hope snorted lightly. "By the way, do you know what he looks like? I'd like to find someone to help me keep an eye out for him."

"He's about a head shorter than you, with black hair and a chubby face, much like the little fat boy next door, but much cuter. His skin is very fair, and his skin is even more delicate than yours sisters'." De Yulan described the characteristics of the boy she was facing as much as possible.

"I'd better check your memory! Your description is too vague to make an accurate judgment..." hope put away the unfinished fruit plate, her eyebrows furrowing.

"No, absolutely not..." Deyulan refused without hesitation. His memories contained many unspeakable secrets. Leaking them could ruin his reputation, shatter his family, and even disrupt national order—absolutely not!

"You should think this through carefully. The kid you're fighting is most likely the son of God! This will have an impact on the fate of the entire country, and even the entire human race," hope emphasized with a serious expression.

"Let me think about it..." De Yulan continued to evade the question.

Wizarding Division, Pale Courtyard No. 17.

A faint alarm sounded from within the courtyard, guarding the statue: "Attention, intruder! Attention..."

The sneaky silver-haired loli took out her mithril wand and tapped the guardian statue's head hard, stopping the sound abruptly.

Is Xiao An home?

"Mr. Mussophie, the butler?"

"Sister Taeya!"

Yinyue called out a few times in front of the gate but received no response. She then carefully turned the doorknob.

A soft snore could be heard coming from the quiet living room.

The boy lay flat on the sofa, fast asleep, completely oblivious to the girl's ill-intentioned approach.

"No sense of alertness at all, sleeping so soundly! If I were the bad guy, hmph..."

The little girl brandished her hand near the boy's neck, then slowly moved it down to his dantian. Her long eyelashes fluttered frequently as she suddenly felt a surge of curiosity about the opposite sex.

"Would you like to take a look?"

A hand gripped her wrist tightly.

Silver Moon only had time to let out a cry of surprise before her position was reversed.

"Help! Someone help me..."

The little girl's panicked struggles, whether her voice or her released divine thoughts, could not break through the barrier.

There was no way to escape! I could only obediently serve as a cushion, feeling the weight on my body.

Without a doubt, Tai'an did it on purpose.

If I don't teach her a lesson, she'll probably keep bothering me and become increasingly arrogant and unruly.

Therefore, a minor punishment was imposed.

Last time it was a cushion, this time it's a mattress, and if there's a next time...

He wasn't sure if he would go any further.

(End of this chapter)