Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

Ekaterina swung her large tail as she approached Joseph, her gaze fixed intently on the strange human.

Dragons have the longest lifespan among all races, and gem dragons are among the best of the best. They are still young and energetic, and a dragon may be nearly a hundred years old and still not an adult.

Regardless of her age or her extraordinary level eleven soul spirit fluctuations, Ekaterina was more than qualified to call the other students "kids," and ordinary instructors were no match for her.

"Look at you."

Nolan blinked, his eyes seemingly disappearing into the deep cleavage of his dorm leader's chest.

"Oh?"

Ekaterina curled the corners of her lips into a playful smile.

A massive aura instantly enveloped the living room. The dragon's innate power was extremely deadly to lower races, possessing a devastating dominance.

Students with vastly different abilities should be experiencing breathing difficulties, heart failure, and even sudden death.

The silver-haired girl seemed oblivious, though her heart was beating a little fast.

There's no way around it, it's just so, so, so big!

"Good, you've passed. From today onwards, you are my new servant."

This made Catherine nod in satisfaction, and she withdrew her dragon's might.

She glanced down at the abstract proposal for the Chaotic School in her hand, frowned slightly, and thought to herself that she hadn't expected the newcomer to be an artist. She wondered how long he could keep it up.

"You may live in my territory, but I cannot guarantee the safety of lowly creatures. Also, please take care of my sister while I am asleep. She is a troublesome fellow, but she is easy to get along with."

It seems that in the eyes of the Gem Dragon, even the Sun Elves are a low-level race.

servant?

Low-pitched creature?

Nolan touched his nose. This haughty young dragon was arrogant and aloof, not as likable as the gentle and cute maid dragon.

After saying that, Ekaterina stretched and went upstairs.

An immense pressure always inadvertently leaked out from Long Ji's every move; perhaps a yawn would cause the small apartment to tremble, and a fart would cause an earthquake.

No wonder dormitory 516 was called the Dragon's Nest; no one dared to live under the same roof as Ekaterina.

Imagine a girl sleeping soundly in the middle of the night, suddenly feeling suffocated and palpitating because the female dragon next door turns over, losing control of her body, and possibly even becoming incontinent.

That scene was truly despairing!

36. Bottom layer fire vine

The new semester had just begun when the infamous 516 girls' dormitory caused a sensation at St. Lenza College.

In various ways.

Just as the headmaster had predicted, none of the four quirky and beautiful female tenants were easy to mess with; their unique characteristics even surpassed their stunning looks.

As dawn broke, Nolan heard a rustling sound and got up, rubbing his eyes.

The door was wide open, and the soft blankets were slowly moving, as if something was crawling up Nolan's body, touching his thigh.

The warm, soft thing slowly rubbed against Nolan's chest, and then peeked out with its little head. It turned out to be the little princess next door.

"What's wrong, so early in the morning...?"

Chinara's eyes were red-rimmed, her golden pupils were dull, and she seemed to be tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

"Did you have a nightmare?"

The blonde elf in the white pajamas looked like a ghost. She nodded, then shook her head, staring pitifully at Nolan.

Perhaps because she had witnessed too much bloodshed since leaving home, the teenage elf princess had come to realize the weight of life and was prone to overthinking, worrying about her lonely mother far away in the royal court.

Suddenly, Zinora hugged Nolan, nuzzled her face, and whispered, "Promise me you won't let anyone look down on you like that again. If you're not welcome here, then we'll leave together."

Nolan felt a warmth in his heart; he hadn't expected the believer he picked up on the roadside to be so loyal.

What conquered the princess wasn't faith, but it did touch on a blind spot in the beautiful goddess king's knowledge.

Would an elephant mind ants jumping around on its body and mocking it?

The answer is that the elephant is completely unaware of the ant's movements, no matter how hard it tries to attract attention.

In the eyes of the beautiful goddess king, what happened last night was ridiculous and not worth wasting her energy on. By comparison, Byron was just a minor trouble.

Nolan's indifference doesn't mean that those who care about her are indifferent, which is utterly absurd to Chinara.

"Okay, next time this happens, he'll just disappear... no, there won't be a next time."

Chinara took a nap in Nolan's arms, and soon after, she was reluctantly carried into the bathroom to wash up. This time, Messiah glanced at the two of them with a suspicious look.

The door to the Dragon's Nest was locked, and Catherine was still fast asleep. The dormitory head was a maverick dragon, but she lacked the self-discipline of most freshmen, and she didn't care whether she attended classes or not.

Nolan didn't quite understand what Ekaterina meant by "sister" for a while. To her shame, her attention was completely drawn to the mature woman's stunning figure.

Students from various disciplines hurried along the school paths in the early morning. Messiah and his two companions were still eye-catching. Wherever they went, they were the most beautiful sight on campus, and their swaying white school skirts captivated the hearts of all the boys.

This time, however, passersby would instinctively take a second look at Nolan's signature silver hair, filled with curiosity and admiration.

Strange things happen every year, but bloodshed is rare. This was the son of a nobleman from the Holy Alliance, who ended his sinful life in a tragic way, utterly disgraced.

Most importantly, Bard died in a duel in front of everyone, losing to a freshman whose strength was far inferior to his, and no one could hold Nolan accountable.

The fluid buildings in the Crystal Campus are mostly artistic, unlike the striking forges in the Iron Zone and the Magic Gem Tower in the Silver Zone. Quiet gardens and exquisite courtyards are the characteristics of the Crystal Campus.

Following the projection markers, they arrived at the third floor of a crystal tower and entered the classroom. The three of them almost thought they had gone to the wrong place.

The classroom was deserted, with only a few people scattered around, making it feel like a morgue.

Shouldn't everyone be present for the first class meeting?

"Building B, Room 304, that's right!"

Messiah looked up, puzzled, and pulled Nolan to find a seat.

It seems that even the few lucky fans who managed to join the Crystal Campus couldn't have guessed that the Starry Night Diva chose the rigid military subject.

This made Messiah, who loved to join in the fun, both happy and disappointed. She glared at Nolan as if to say, "It's all your fault for choosing such a boring place."

But is this place really boring?

Soon, Nolan discovered something: everyone in the Crystal Campus, from professors to janitors, was eccentric, not just the instructor who dozed off during the Soul Color Trial and the capricious dragon senior.

The few classmates around were also strangely shaped and had a photographic memory; some were picking their toes, others were scratching their heads, completely unlike the students outside who paid much attention to others.

On the left, a gloomy girl had her head down, her whole body covered by a trench coat, and most of her face was hidden by her unusual black hair. She seemed to want to hide herself in her clothes at all times. It was unclear what race she was.

Noticing Messiah's gaze, she hesitated for a moment, then stiffly turned her head, as if trying to express goodwill.

As a result, the girl's mouth twisted in a strange direction, her facial muscles twitched, and her laughter was more frightening than her crying, as if the murderer was issuing a murder warning to the victim.

The Messiah was terrified and quickly hid in Nolan's arms.

The girl paused, then lowered her head even further.

Chinara rubbed her eyes, feeling sleepy. She was about to doze off on the table before the teacher arrived when she smelled a pungent odor.

The smell was sour and bitter, like someone had pickled a bowl of vegetables in swill, which was particularly refreshing.

Zinora covered her mouth and nose, instantly feeling chest tightness and nausea, and was no longer sleepy at all.

Following the stench, she spotted a red-haired woman on the far left of the first row, who was carefully applying powder to her face with a small mirror, completely absorbed in her own world.

Chinara shrank her neck. At first glance, she looked like a burly and unattractive Tiger tank, but the thick chest hair peeking out from her collar and the bright red, shiny leg hair on her legs were so eye-catching.

The source of the odor was naturally the smelly feet of the "woman" in the black leather skirt wearing flip-flops.

If he were truly a sentimental little princess, I would feel sorry for him, but he looks like a cross-dressing pervert!

Zinora was so out of breath that she was forced to chant the Light Barrier in the classroom, isolating herself from the surrounding air.

The other freshmen were also incredibly resourceful; not only did they ignore each other's oddities, but one particularly fat guy even started snoring in this environment.

A few more lazy guys walked into the classroom afterward, and they went their separate ways without knowing each other.

Some people prefer suits to school uniforms, sitting upright with briefcases as if they are there for a job interview; others are wet, as if they have just come out of the sea, their sexy swimsuits showing off their curves.

The most normal-looking one was a blond-haired guy who kept yawning. He was idly flipping through the student handbook on the table, and if I'm not mistaken, he was wearing pajamas...

In contrast, the three of them, dressed in neat and tidy school uniforms, stood out as oddities.

Is this a class meeting or a seminar on unusual human beings?

Nolan's expression was strange; he was too exhausted to complain. He thought to himself, "Is the Crystal Campus only for gifted (and mentally unstable) young people? You really can't fit in in a place like this if you don't have a strong personality."

37. The Iron-Blooded Secretary-General

The military department at the Crystal Campus originally only had one class, Firevine, and it was so poor that it only had a dozen or so students, all of whom were unbearable oddballs.

Nolan finally realized that there might be a reason why the Crystal Campus ranked last in all aspects of San Luisa.

Although Old Joe's order was just a side effect, and the beautiful goddess king had other important matters to attend to, could she really graduate smoothly from here?

The three sensed something was wrong and were about to make a quick getaway to discuss their options when they heard footsteps approaching from afar.

Tap... Tap... Tap

The high heels pounded on the hearts of everyone in the classroom.

These oddballs hadn't gone too far yet. The red-haired burly man put away his dressing mirror, and the dozing fat man wiped his drool and woke up with a start.

Only lawbreakers remain on the fringes of discipline, acting as they please.

A sophisticated woman in a black business suit appeared at the door, holding a stack of lesson plans. She exuded a mature and alluring aura, her pretty face serious yet captivating.

Nolan blinked. She seemed to have seen this mature woman before, on the day the little beggar became a big star.

It seems to be the secretary general who's always with Principal Skadi...?

The woman pushed up her glasses, glanced around the classroom, and as soon as she walked in, she raised an eyebrow, snorted coldly, and leaped up to deliver a scissor kick!

The table of one of the boys in the middle of the third row was covered with breakfast, so lavish it looked like he was having a picnic.