Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 63 Best Friend's Persuasion

The Son of God, the incarnation of a god walking on earth, is born with talents that ordinary humans can only dream of, and can reach the Holy Realm upon reaching adulthood.

It was the descent of many divine children that ultimately ended the dark and turbulent era, ushering in the golden age of humanity...

At the end of the class, Alice mentioned the quest center on the third floor of the Wizard Tower.

"Children, I think it's necessary for you to understand the daily tasks that the Task Center refreshes. Many older students pay close attention to them. They mainly help residents of the capital and nearby towns resolve issues related to spirits."

Not only can you obtain a generous reward, but you can also accumulate points in the mission center, which can be used to exchange for various valuable cultivation resources. The key is the lingering resentment gained in this process.

Even if you don't use it yourself, the savings over the years will amount to a considerable sum...

The magic clock struck three o'clock in the afternoon with perfect precision. Alice picked up the teacup on the table and slowly left the classroom.

The young wizards all stood up, grabbed their textbooks, and followed closely behind. Missing a ride on the Stairway to Heaven meant waiting several more minutes, so they tried their best to catch the first one.

In a very short time, almost everyone had left, leaving only Tai'an and the annoying little girl beside him.

"Xiao An, can you give me a ride on your way?" Yin Yue grabbed Tai An's arm and shook it vigorously, pleading in a coquettish voice.

Tai'an glanced sideways, maintaining a haughty and aloof demeanor without saying a word.

"Do I have to kiss you before you'll agree?"

The silver-haired loli secretly glanced around to make sure no one else was in the classroom, then secretly pouted and leaned close to the boy's cheek.

Tai'an grabbed Yin Yue's chin and launched an attack. He wasn't some puppet to be manipulated. Since such a tempting prey was being offered to him, he might as well devour it whole.

That fool is completely oblivious to the dangers of the world. He doesn't learn his lesson after one or two times, and he'll suffer a great loss sooner or later.

"Hey! You two!" the headmaster Dursley on the surveillance video shouted angrily, "The classroom is for learning, not for hanging out together. Enough! Stop it now. Or else I..."

The mage's hand quietly pressed down on the monitoring magic painting, instantly absorbing all the magic energy and disintegrating the inscription array.

The expressions on the portraits in the surveillance magic painting froze, and the projected light disappeared.

Yin Yue snorted softly, trying to push Tai An away. However, the difference in their strength was too great. Her resistance was completely futile, her flushed face like a rosy sunset, as she barely managed to send out telepathic messages.

"Get away from me, you brat An."

Time passed, and the minute hand on the magic clock jumped a full notch.

Their faces suddenly parted.

"Xiao An! You've gone mad..." Yin Yue raised the back of her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes and tidied the messy hair on her forehead. "How dare you treat me like this! Did you plan this all along?"

No, it was a spur-of-the-moment decision!

Having received payment for transporting the goods, Tai'an decisively grabbed the kitten, opened the classroom window, and jumped.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to use the monk's hand to close the window again.

The classroom is on the seventh floor, which is more than 20 meters above the ground.

For Tai'an, it was hardly a challenge. However, he still used the Feather Fall Technique, landing gracefully and lightly. With a burst of power from his legs, he leaped into the air, soaring higher into the sky.

"Oh ho!"

Silver Moon shouted excitedly, waving her little hands and kicking her legs wildly, looking completely fearless. Even after landing at her doorstep, she still wanted to fly a little longer.

Tai'an didn't have time to continue coaxing the little kid; he was busy going home to brew magic potions.

time is money.

If we work quickly, we can finish one batch in about three hours. We can then spend time studying the inscriptions in the evenings.

In a way, brewing potions can be considered a form of indirect cultivation. It consumes mental energy at a rate not much slower than meditation, and you can also earn money to alleviate financial pressure, making it a win-win situation.

However, he was reluctant because he didn't want to fix his time too rigidly, making it like working on an assembly line and lacking freedom.

"Young master, what time would you like to have dinner?"

"Around six o'clock... Oh, by the way, go buy me some paper from the Magic Camphor Tree. I think the Wizarding Division's convenience store has some."

Mussofi scratched his head sheepishly and agreed.

A guest has arrived at the school clinic and Aglaia's room.

Her best friend, Guofu, gently placed a basket of fruit on the bedside table: "Aglaia, you haven't been to class, and everyone is worried about you..."

"I'm fine! I'll be back to normal by next Monday." Aglaia sat up halfway from her lying position. She had been running a high fever for a long time, her lips were slightly pale, and she was in a daze and in very poor condition.

"Hmm, don't worry too much. Try to get better. Instructor Aiqian has agreed to your seven-day sick leave..." Guopu comforted her gently.

The two chatted about recent events.

Lonne, having been defeated by an unknown powerhouse, is covered in wounds. Three geniuses emerge from the Warrior Academy's freshmen, mastering battle aura. A senior student passes her formal class assessment. And the highly anticipated spring concert of Gilvie, the singer hailed as having an angelic voice, is about to take place.

The smile on Guopu's face suddenly froze: "Aglaia, there's something I don't know whether I should tell you or not."

"Please speak!"

"Someone asked me to pass on a message, hoping you would leave the Blue Rose family and become his follower. If you are willing, he promises to provide you with the resources to become a magic swordsman."

"Who is he?" Aglaia's delicate eyebrows furrowed unconsciously.

"Lesser, heir to the viscountcy of the Belland family," Guopu said, her voice growing softer and softer.

If there were a ranking of the reputations of nobles, the Belland family would be close to the bottom.

They often do shocking things and have even made it into the newspapers!

The arbitrary execution of servants was routine. Holding regular, primitive parties to reconnect with nature was an open secret.

Beauty paper, beauty bowl, beauty banquet—the descendants of the Belland family always manage to come up with some new tricks.

He especially enjoys coercing and luring pretty ordinary girls into becoming employees of his club. His various tricks rarely fail, and once someone is targeted, they are almost certain to be caught.

Rumors circulated that the Belerand family was involved in the slave trade, loan sharking, and numerous shady industries, and was notorious for its ruthless and cruel methods. A reputable newspaper once reported that outsiders frequently disappeared near the Belerand family's territory, with a much higher probability than in other areas.

"Guofu, I know you have no choice in this." A hint of disappointment flashed in Aglaia's eyes. If her best friend had simply come to visit, she would have been very happy. However, the other person had ulterior motives.

"Aglaia, please think this over carefully. If you have the means, try to offer it. I'll help you negotiate." Guopu's eyes flickered as she continued to persuade him, still unwilling to give up.

Aglaia slowly shook her head: "Go back! I have already pledged allegiance to the Blue Rose family and decided to give them my full loyalty. I will never change sides in this lifetime."

"The Blue Rose family's roots are in the harsh north. One day, they will return. Are you planning to leave the capital?"

"Although the North is cold, it should be cleaner than the filthy capital. In fact, I'm more looking forward to it."

Guopu sighed, head bowed. "I knew I couldn't persuade you. Finally, I'd like to kindly remind you to be careful of retaliation from the Belland family. Many of the instructors at the Warrior Academy are closely connected to them. Even the headmasters of the branch academies are on their side. You'd better inform the Blue Rose family and prepare accordingly."

Aglaia's expression remained ambiguous as she watched her best friend get up and leave, the footsteps in the corridor gradually fading into the distance.

(End of this chapter)