An Unorthodox Guide to Conquering Another World

But this news alone is shocking enough.

Hoinlé, a sacred place of learning that has nurtured a large number of outstanding young sorcerers, has surprisingly encountered such a dangerous factor.

The kingdom is currently unaware of what this factor is; it could be a demon spy or some other dark magic organization, but whatever it is, it poses a significant threat to the kingdom's security.

As a result, Alexander was transferred to the position of principal a month ago, with one of the main purposes being to investigate and remove this dangerous factor from the academy.

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Happy Children's Day everyone! (∩_∩)

Chapter 22 Family Dinner

Ding-a-ling~

The doorbell rang, and Ya Feng led Ilsa into the clothing store.

"Welcome, good evening. What would you like to see?" The proprietress, who was tidying up the clothes racks, turned around and greeted them.

"This requires the preparation of school uniforms for both spring and autumn." Ya Feng handed over the list.

The proprietress took it, glanced at it, and immediately understood.

"Oh! You're a student of Hoinlair, right? Many of them come to me to have their school uniforms made. Don't worry, the materials and specifications are all standardized by the academy. I can make them just by taking your measurements," the proprietress said with a smile.

“Come on, honey, let me measure you first.” She took a tape measure from the tool rack on the counter.

"Okay, thank you for your help."

Ilsa stepped forward, while Ya Feng casually found a place to sit down and wait.

The proprietress first measured her height.

"Hmm... 149. Come on, darling, lift your chin a little, neck circumference 29.... shoulder width 34.... raise your hands, chest circumference is... 75. Now take a deep breath, waist circumference 54.... My goodness, you are so thin, you should eat more."

Ilsa smiled helplessly. Actually, the food had been alright during this time, and she hadn't gone hungry. However, she hadn't reached the developmental stage of the demon race yet, and her figure was still rather thin.

Turning his head to look at Ya Feng sitting to the side, he found that he was also writing something down in his notebook.

“What are you writing?” Ilsa asked.

“I’ll write down your size too, so it’ll be easier to buy you clothes in the future. Your dad’s good to you, right?” Ya Feng said.

"..."

Ilsa was unsure whether the clothes he was going to buy for her were proper.

After taking measurements, registering their information, and paying a deposit, the clothes can be delivered directly to their home once they are made.

By the time I left the clothing store, it was already dark, and I had bought almost everything I needed.

"Let's go, I'll take you out for a big meal," Ya Feng said.

“Well…maybe we should save our money,” Ilsa said.

Today I spent over 700 gold coins on school supplies and uniforms. I still have my tuition to pay later. Although Ya Feng now has a job at the college, I still need to save money as much as possible to prevent other unexpected expenses.

"Don't worry, we're not short of money right now. We can afford to treat ourselves to a meal occasionally," Ya Feng said.

“Well…” Ilsa was still a little hesitant, but Ya Feng had already started looking for restaurants on Huanwangtong.

"Hey, how about this? Saviton Specialty Restaurant. I heard the reviews are pretty good, even the demons like it," Ya Feng said.

“I…I’m fine with anything,” Ilsa said softly.

“Okay, let’s go then,” Ya Feng said happily.

The restaurant is located on the commercial street, just a short walk away.

The servant opened the door for them, and a waiter came forward to ask if they had a reservation. After learning that they did not, he led them to a seat in a corner.

The restaurant's overall style leans towards Saviton's solemn and dark color scheme, and most of the diners here are demons.

Ya Feng always felt that the taste of the demons was a bit like Balenciaga on Earth before it started deconstructing – elegant and retro dark style. Every demon's daily outfit looked like they were about to walk the runway.

Therefore, Ilsa's gentle and elegant image is considered trendy.

A waiter with two horns brought them an aperitif, bread, towels, and a menu.

Ya Feng opened it and started reading, then frowned.

"What the hell is all this stuff..."

The menu was full of incomprehensible dish names: "Silent nights soak dreams in the wandering darkness," "Damp forest mist shrouds the slumbering dusk," "Dewdrops falling from the clouds wash over cool summer dreams," "Forest fairies are lost in the dreams of the sea night"...

"Is this the language of your demon race?" Ya Feng handed the menu to Ilsa.

But even Princess Ilsa couldn't understand it; she had never even heard of the things written on it before.

It's like going abroad and wanting to eat Chinese food, only to find that the restaurant menu is entirely written in obscure classical Chinese.

"Okay, let's start with this, uh... Yunmeng and this, this..." Ya Feng pointed to the menu and randomly ordered a few dishes.

The waiter made a note of it and then left.

"The environment is quite nice. We'll see if it's authentic in a bit," Ya Feng poured himself some wine.

“Actually, Savitton’s taste is similar to Finn’s, only the cooking method is more traditional,” Ilsa said.

She tried to take the wine from the table, but Ya Feng moved it aside.

"What kind of alcohol do children drink?"

"I'm eighteen..."

"You're still a child, go drink your apple juice."

Ilsa muttered to herself, but still picked up the bottle of apple juice and poured herself a little.

"By the way, Ya Feng, how did you pass the interview?" Ilsa asked curiously.

"Didn't I say? It's Boss Direct Recruitment; the principal directly hired me," Ya Feng said.

"No, I mean, how did you manage to get your magic rating to only reach the Bachelor's level?" Ilsa asked.

"Your strength is at least at the Immortal level, right?"

"It's not that low." Ya Feng took a sip of wine.

"I can now precisely control the strength of my magic output, and if I could, I could completely disguise myself as an ordinary person who doesn't know magic."

"You must be going through a lot of trouble. Why do you have to hide your identity? Wouldn't it be better to be revered as a powerful mage?" Ilsa asked curiously, resting her chin on her hands on the table.

"Isn't it obvious? If you were a powerful sorcerer, you would either be loyal to the kingdom or be eliminated by it. I don't want either, so I can only hide. After all, my current strength isn't enough to do whatever I want." Ya Feng shrugged.

Having been a hero in his previous life, he naturally knew the kingdom's true strength. If he exposed his power and a conflict broke out, he wouldn't be able to escape unscathed. He still had many things to finish, so he had to lie low and develop slowly.

Ilsa hesitated for a moment, holding the wine glass in front of her with both hands, before asking, "I still feel like there's so much I don't know about you, Ya Feng... You seem so mysterious in many ways..."

Ya Feng's expression shifted slightly. He leaned forward and looked at her: "Then, do you want to hear my most truthful secret?"

Ilsa blinked.

"May I?"

Ya Feng chuckled and lowered his voice, saying, "Actually, I am a reincarnated person. In my previous life, I was a hero who died in battle while fighting against your brother. Now I have been reborn and even got a cheat code, but this time I just want to live an ordinary and peaceful life."

Ilsa looked at him, opened her mouth, and after a long while, managed a weak smile: "So that's how it is..."

It feels like the plot of some third-rate novel.

At that moment, a man in a tailcoat walked up to their table with a violin, bowed to Ya Feng and Ilsa, and then began to play.

Ya Feng thought it was just a simple entertainment, but they actually played one song after another very seriously, and their level was quite high. It has to be said that this is a big restaurant, and their professionalism is really good. Even the complimentary service is so serious.

They chatted about what would happen at the academy later, accompanied by soft music, but as they talked, Ilsa suddenly saw something and instinctively shrank back.

"what happened?"

Ya Feng turned his head and saw a family of three walking in with their heads held high, led by a waiter.

They were all demons with two horns, possessing a noble air, but the three of them had deathly pale skin, like vampires. The boy was only twelve or thirteen years old, with a cold face and gloomy eyes, while the mother wore heavy makeup and dark purple lipstick.

The father, on the other hand, had the tall stature typical of demons, his upper body was ramrod straight, his hands were behind his back, his eyes were sunken, and he had an aloof and indifferent air about him.

“That’s a demon diplomat, Arat…” Ilsa whispered.

She had met with him frequently before, and she shrank back just now because she was afraid he would see her.

"Why are you afraid of him now?" Ya Feng asked.

“I just didn’t quite catch on…” Ilsa said.

Seeing familiar faces almost made me forget that I even had the Water Shadow Realm.

The family walked towards the VIP room inside.

Soon after, the violin performance ended. Seeing how dedicated he was, Ya Feng gave him 10 gold bars as a tip. The man bowed to the two of them and then left.

"Why haven't our dishes arrived yet?" Ya Feng frowned and waved to the waiter.

"Hey, our food has been here for almost half an hour and it still hasn't arrived. Go and check on it," he said.

"Excuse me, sir, the four violin pieces you requested have all just finished playing," the waiter said respectfully.

Ya Feng froze, staring at the violinist who had just left, then at the waiter. He opened his mouth, and after a long pause, he managed to say:

"Can you help me get my ten-dollar tip back?"

(Later, Ya Feng ordered a few more servings. The taste was very authentic, and Xiao Wangnu, who was tasting the flavors of her hometown, enjoyed the meal very much.)

Chapter 23 The Red Dragon Girl in the Academy

early morning.

"Ya Feng, eat faster! We're going to be late!"

"What's the rush? There's still an hour left."

“It takes us an hour to get to the capital from here! And we have to report to school!” Ilsa put the last fried egg on her plate, then sat down at the table and quickly started eating.

"I called you all morning, but you wouldn't get up, insisting on staying in bed as usual..."

"Isn't this just about tidying up my appearance?" Ya Feng said.

On his first day at work, Ya Feng put on a pair of frameless glasses and tidied his hair. Now he really looked like a refined and elegant scholar, which was very fitting for the identity of a teacher.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'll get you a fast one later, it'll only take a few seconds to get to school," Ya Feng reassured her.

Ilsa had no idea what he was up to this time, but she quickly finished her breakfast.

After feeding the chickens and Little Gray, Ilsa hurried back to prepare, changed into her school uniform, and put on her schoolbag.

"Ya Feng, hurry up!"

She said anxiously.

But at this moment, Ya Feng looked at her without saying a word.

"W-what's wrong?" Ilsa asked, puzzled.

Ya Feng looked at her and sighed, "It would be nice if she were carrying a small red backpack."

"You...you idiot! We're going to be late, what are you thinking about?!" Ilsa shouted angrily.

...

Finally, she rushed out the door, and when Ilsa checked the time, she realized there were only 40 minutes left before class.

"I hope I'm not going to be late on the first day! I should have gotten up earlier..."

"I told you not to panic."

Ya Feng pulled a black umbrella from the pile of clutter by the door and held out his hand to Ilsa.

"come over,"

Ilsa took his hand in confusion, but unexpectedly, Ya Feng suddenly pulled her into his arms. Before she could say a word, Ya Feng opened the umbrella, and then a gust of air suddenly lifted them into the sky, and they flew up into the sky.

Ilsa, who had just tried to struggle, immediately hugged Ya Feng tightly, screamed, and closed her eyes.

After quietly opening my eyes, I saw the city rushing past below.

"You, you should have told me beforehand!" Ilsa punched his chest in annoyance.