Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 64 Aglaia's Crisis

Outside the school hospital, under the bare green trees, a young man with brown curly hair listened to the orange-haired girl's story, his face gradually darkening.

"Lord Lesser, could you please grant me some more time? I will do my best to raise the funds to repay the debt."

"No need, just go to work at the Splendid Years Club tomorrow."

A single, casual remark from someone in a higher position can determine the fate of someone in a lower position.

Guopu's face turned deathly pale, his body swayed precariously, his knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground.

Leisser didn't even glance at the dried fruit, his eyes fixed on the pristine white building of the school hospital, his hands in the pockets of his brown leather jacket, and he spat out a resentful snort.

hateful…

Clearly, he was the one who first set his sights on the prey…

Aglaia, a third-year student in the Warrior Division, is a transfer student who joined midway through her studies, unlike the other students who enrolled normally. She originally came from a lower-level female swordsman academy in the capital. Because she had developed battle aura before the age of fifteen, she was qualified to study at the Violet Warrior Division and was selected by her teacher Ai Qian along with her best friend, Guopu.

Aglaia officially joined Violet Academy at the end of her second year. With her outstanding appearance, she gradually attracted more and more attention and became the focus of secret discussions among young men and women.

Her exquisitely beautiful face, captivating and mesmerizing, was breathtakingly gorgeous even without makeup. Her features were flawless, as if crafted by the gods. Her figure was perfect, the only flaw being her thinness.

This is an unavoidable common problem for female combatants.

They usually exercise a lot to burn body fat, which makes them all look ordinary and almost no different from men.

A full figure is always a privilege of female spellcasters and priests.

Aglaia is widely considered a top contender for the next Academy's Four Beauties.

She possessed a pitiful and delicate appearance, yet her personality was contradictorily stubborn. Aglaia consistently rejected offers of employment from various noble families.

Until recently, she announced her joining the Blue Rose of the North.

Most of the eyes that were secretly plotting fell silent, but a few were still unwilling to give up.

Leisser is one of them.

Normally, a beautiful commoner girl wouldn't warrant much attention from a noble heir. After all, beautiful women are everywhere, and there's always an opportunity…

However, Aglaia's beauty seemed to have crossed some kind of threshold.

Having seen countless beauties, Raiser believed that if Aglaia were properly groomed and nurtured, she might rise to a higher position. Her influence wouldn't be limited to just Violet Academy; she could become a top beauty in the entire capital, even the kingdom.

"Indeed, sometimes indecisiveness is a bad thing." Lesser clenched his fists angrily, his knuckles cracking.

The school hospital was covered in surveillance cameras, and the principal's office was nearby, within the surveillance range of a super-powerful expert. It wasn't a good place to make a move, so he could only leave dejectedly.

Storming the school hospital and kidnapping Aglaia would be easy; the real challenge is how to handle the aftermath. She is no longer a commoner without any backing, and the school administration, under pressure from the Blue Rose family, will not easily suppress public opinion. Therefore, we must not act rashly.

The sun gradually sank below the horizon.

The door to Aglaia's hospital room suddenly opened slightly.

The plump panda squeezed in sideways. He gently placed the bamboo food box on the cabinet next to the sleeping girl's hospital bed and tiptoed away.

Mussofi wanted to use this to prove his exceptional stealth abilities.

I always set small goals for myself, such as how many meters to swim, how many jumps to make, or how many somersaults to do in the air. I can play all day long without getting tired, until I feel hungry.

"Butler!" Aglaia suddenly opened her eyes.

The panda man shuddered, turned around stiffly, scratched his head, and gave an embarrassed smile: "Um, what's up?"

"Some bad people are after me, you have to protect me." Aglaia briefly explained that the Belland family was targeting her. Actually, she wasn't afraid, but rather just incredibly bored that night! She wanted someone to keep her company…

Alone in the hospital room, with no form of entertainment, all I did each day was sleep and look out the window at the scenery.

Aglaia felt like she was going crazy!

"It is a little troublesome, let me think..." Mussofi pondered for a few seconds: "Can you promise not to leave the school hospital before I pick you up tomorrow?"

"Of course..." Aglaia replied affirmatively.

"Don't worry! You have the young master's mental tracking on you. I'll go back and tell him again that if your coordinates change, we'll immediately launch a rescue operation!" Mussophie promised solemnly.

"Okay..." Considering she only had one day left, Aglaia decided to be patient a little longer: "I don't need to bring lunch tomorrow. Could you please pick me up from the hospital?"

"no problem."

Mussofi was in a hurry to get back and cook before dark, so she didn't linger. Before leaving, she gently closed the door to the ward.

Pale Courtyard No. 17.

Everyone gathered together, chatting and laughing. The five seats on the sofa were squeezed into six people. Silvermoon, Dorothy, Leona, and Fu—four beautiful little girls with different hair colors—were crammed onto the three-seater sofa.

Taiya and Greenfield sat on either side.

The restaurant's long tables were where male followers were seated.

Guts and Bruno were playing Warcraft chess, while the goblin Larkin sat watching, offering advice and acting as Guts' strategist. Unfortunately, even the two of them combined were no match for Bruno; they could only hold out a little longer…

"Xiao An is actually quite popular with girls, isn't he?" Taiya suddenly thought with emotion.

Grinfield watched the live broadcast with great interest. Today, both contestants in the arena were exceptionally strong. One was a rare Beastmaster, commanding more than seven elite-level magical beasts. The other was the Hundred Flowers Swordsman, Tinyham, a recently renowned elite warrior skilled in both magic and martial arts, who had defeated Dragon Knight and subsequently defeated numerous other elite challengers, achieving a ten-game winning streak!

The commentator, speaking with great enthusiasm, predicted that the upcoming battle would be exceptionally intense…

"I'm back!"

Mussofi greeted everyone as she entered, glancing at the time. It was a few minutes to six; it was about time to start preparing the side dishes.

"Butler, I had a maid bring over a box of dragon milk. You can try some," Silver Moon said, pointing to the corner of the living room.

"Thank you very much, Miss Silvermoon!" Musophile said politely, always holding more respect for guests who didn't freeload.

Back in the Blue Rose Territory, the Pandaren loved drinking bowls of milk.

The young master's special recipe involves adding a certain proportion of carrot juice, apple juice, or seasonal fruit juice, along with white sugar and honey, to milk. The result is a rich and mellow flavor that makes it an almost daily must-have drink.

"I wonder what dragon milk tastes like? I've never had it before..." Mussophie thought to herself, deciding to wait until the guests left before drinking it.

Even if you can hardly contain yourself and saliva is trickling down your chin, as a butler, you still have to observe basic etiquette.

Pandamen are human beings, not wild beasts unable to control their emotions.

(End of this chapter)