Jobless Reincarnation: Live Seriously Even Without Transfer Events

"Waaaaah... That day, Dolan-senpai asked me out for drinks... I thought Dolan-senpai wanted to reminisce about the time I spent with Merlin-sensei... But... he wanted me to do anything to help him become the next guild master... I... Waaaaah... I refused... and he hit me with a bottle... Waaaaah..."

Seeing Rudeus break down in tears, Cosette suppressed a laugh, walked over to Rudeus, gently patted his shoulder, and offered words of comfort with a look of sympathy:

"How pitiful, does it still hurt, Rudius?"

"Waaaah! Thank you, President! It doesn't hurt anymore..."

Rudeus wiped away his tears while exchanging a knowing glance with Cosette and then slowly sat down.

"If you can fight with the student council's discipline minister who is from the same school, wouldn't you kill him to silence him if he were just an ordinary student?"

A righteous voice swept through the room as Mulgore stepped into the conference room. His gleaming leather shoes clicked on the floor as he stood tall and proud before the crowd, like a savior pulling those lost in darkness back to light, or an eagle of light guiding them through confusion.

He pulled a folder from the folder tucked under his arm, took out a notebook from it, and displayed its contents as if showing off trophies.

Rudius opened his eyes wide and meticulously listed the "evidence" above:

Beating up older students in first grade

In second grade, he obstructed the minister from performing his duties.

In second grade...

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Fifth grade, injured a beastman student during the school anniversary celebration.

Fighting with people from outside the school...

The contents, numbering in the hundreds, were compiled, including hearsay, unfounded rumors, factual accounts, and baseless accusations. Regardless of their truth, people believed everything they heard, and the other three ministers immediately joined in the lively discussion.

A minister, feigning anger, pounded his fist on the table.

"Such bullies cannot be tolerated in schools!"

The other minister chimed in, "Yes! That's right!"

"Such a person must be brought down!"

Rudius echoed this sentiment while surveying everyone in the conference room:

Cosette, unable to hide her smugness but feigning composure, Mulgore, arrogant and spirited, and three ministers who flattered her with words.

Reporting those hundreds of pieces of evidence to the school would indeed damage Dolan's reputation, and with everyone in the student council now under Cosette's control, Dolan has virtually no chance of winning.

With less than a month until the election, theoretically, if Dolan is not dismissed, he does have a chance to turn the tide. However, Rudius knows Cosette well; she is not the kind of person who would become complacent when victory is near. What Cosette wants is definitely to completely bring down Dolan.

So let's see what Cosette does next.

"But how should we punish Senior Dolan?"

Rudius asked.

"You've hit the nail on the head," Cosette said with a smile.

Immediately afterwards, she gave Mughal a signal, and Mughal took out a few sheets of pre-printed letter paper from the folder.

"This is a joint letter. Sign your names as members of the student council and your own. The entire student council unanimously demands the removal of Dolan from his position as vice president. I don't think the school will disagree," Mogore said smugly.

Upon hearing Mughore's words, Rudius understood his intention.

Eliminating Dolan while simultaneously dismounting him to establish Mulgore's authority is truly killing two birds with one stone.

As Rudeus thought about these things, a girl named Lilith came to mind.

Perhaps Lilith had already guessed what Mulgore and Cosette were thinking. After all, from Rudeus funding Mulgore to pursue Sylphie to Rudeus being beaten by Dolan, all of this was arranged by Lilith.

Suddenly, my mind went blank, and another girl flashed into view, with long emerald green hair and slender, delicate ears. There was no way I could forget her.

A flame that should have been extinguished secretly reignited in Rudius's heart.

[Chapter 166] Whispers (Part 1)

[Chapter 166] Whispers (Part 1)

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In the streets of Ars, the teahouse next to the Royal Academy of Asra is often frequented by women who come and go from noble families. These include young ladies who accompany their sons to study and play, as well as old women and noblewomen from high-ranking officials' families who come to take their young masters and misses to school and stop for a rest.

The old woman, who was sitting idly, poured tea for the lady next to her and then began to recount the strange and unusual stories she had recently heard:

"Madam, have you heard? People on the street are saying that many of our theater apprentices in the capital were abducted by their bosses. It seems that the higher-ups are investigating this matter now, and I heard it's related to some high-ranking minister."

"Abducted as a child? That's so pitiful." The lady frowned. "Oh, I just can't stand hearing things like that. It makes my heart ache."

Upon hearing this, the old woman immediately put on a fawning smile and went over to her.

"Madam is kind and benevolent. It was my fault. I shouldn't have said such things and upset her."

Just then, a magnificent carriage painted in a vibrant red came into their view.

Those who can afford such decorated carriages are clearly high-ranking nobles living in the inner city, far superior to the lesser nobles outside the second city gates.

The carriage stopped at the entrance of Royal Academy. Once the carriage came to a complete stop, the coachman opened the door, carefully pulled back the curtain, and knelt and crawled in front of the door, becoming a "human bench" to wait for his master to get off.

A blonde girl, who looked about seven or eight years old, wearing a bright gray mink coat, stepped lightly off the "human bench" and got off the car. Behind her was a young master of seventeen or eighteen years old with neat red short hair, wearing a dark red woolen overcoat with the rank insignia of a high-ranking general in the Imperial Guard hanging on his collar.

As soon as the man got out of the car, pedestrians on both sides quickly moved aside.

The young master picked up the little girl in front of him and affectionately stroked her head. The little girl also hugged the seemingly dignified young master tightly, which made the people on the street extremely envious.

Seeing this, the old woman pointed to the young master beside the carriage and said:

"Madam, you said that little girl in the gray dress is the daughter of Lord Albert of the Boreas family?"

"That's not right. Do you remember Albert from the Boreas family? He's not married yet, so where would he get a daughter from?"

The noblewoman continued.

Hearing the lady's explanation, the old woman began to have doubts:

"Could it be... that Lord Albert likes children... or... that's an illegitimate daughter?"

“I’m telling you, don’t make wild guesses. That’s the long-lost brother of Lord Plemon, the head of the Notos family, and the daughter of the Paul family.”

A woman dressed in glamorous and revealing clothing appeared between the noblewoman and the old woman, who immediately looked at her with disdain upon seeing her.

Who would give a friendly look to a prostitute kept by a young nobleman?

However, the noblewoman still possessed some aristocratic refinement and did not show her contempt for the lowly lady on her face. On the contrary, she found the latter's words more interesting.

"You're saying that's the daughter of the Notos family? Where did you get this information?"

"You didn't know?" The young lady covered her mouth in surprise. "A few months ago, the Boreas family dismissed a group of servants, not a single one was left, and they were all replaced with new ones."

"It's just a change of servants, what's so strange about that?" The lady found this answer rather boring, so she waved her hand, intending to tell the old maid to send her away.

The young woman continued, "Replacing servants can be done gradually. Most houses will still have one capable servant; there's no need to replace them all at once. But why did you replace everyone at once? Do you know why?"

"Oh? Tell me about it."

The young woman sneered:

"Because one of the servants spoke ill of this Miss Nottos, the young master of the Boreas family replaced all the servants at once just to give this young lady some peace and quiet. As for where I got the information, you can tell from my expression who I am. You should be able to guess where the information came from right away."

The noblewoman, with great interest, lifted her chin and said softly:

"Little girl, what else do you know? Tell me."

The young lady smiled charmingly at the noblewoman and said, "Madam, do you know that there is no such thing as a free lunch?"

Hearing the young woman's tone, the old woman standing nearby couldn't sit still any longer. She pointed at the young woman's nose and said fiercely:

"You lowly thing, how dare you speak to our lady like that! Kneel down and admit your mistake!"

"Hey, there's no need."

Seeing this, the noblewoman stopped the old woman, then turned to the woman and casually took out a few gold coins from her pocket and tossed them to her, "Is that enough? Add some more if you need more."

"That's enough, that's enough."

The woman carefully put away the gold coins, a satisfied smile appearing on her face. "Madam, what else would you like to hear about?"

The noblewoman looked relaxed, took a sip of tea, and said unhurriedly, "Then tell me, how did this little girl from the Notos family end up living in the Bereas family's house?"

The young woman's face immediately darkened.

"Madam, we need to add more money."

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Water God Style Dojo

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"Again! Izoruti!"

Alice gripped the wooden sword tightly with both hands. Her training clothes were already covered in wounds. Ignoring the blood streaming down her face, she assumed the drawing stance she had practiced countless times and faced Izuru.

Izuru stretched her training clothes and got into a position to draw her sword.

Just watching Alice draw her sword, she transformed into a blur, like a crimson lightning bolt hurtling straight towards Izuru.

In the private room, Girenu and Lyda, the water goddess, sat facing each other, with Lyda's disciples serving them tea and water.

"Alice has made great progress recently. She can now skillfully combine the techniques of the Water God Style and the Sword God Style to a level that is truly impressive."

Lyda slowly sipped her tea, her sharp gaze sweeping over Kyriano.

Kyrie Illusion looked at Alice, who was being completely overwhelmed by Izalti in the dojo, and sighed softly, saying:

"Indeed, Lord Water God, when I fought the young lady last time, she actually used the Blade of Light for defense and was able to immediately switch to offense, which surprised me a bit. However, the young lady is probably still some distance from a true master of the Water God style."

Upon hearing Gilead's words, Lyda laughed:

"That's true. On one hand, there's a sword to attack, and on the other, a shield to defend. Right now, little Alice isn't sharp enough as a sword, nor is she strong enough as a shield. She's currently in a situation where she's using my sword against my shield. How to reconcile this depends on her future training."

Chapter 167: Whispers (Part Two)

No Job Reincarnation: Even Without a Transfer Event, I Must Live Seriously [Chapter 167] Insider Chat (Part Two)

Chapter 167: Whispers (Part Two)

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"I'm innocent!"

"Let me out!"

"My lord! Please have mercy! Let me out!"

"Injustice! Injustice!"

In the dark, damp corner, not a ray of light could be seen, and people wearing shackles and chains were locked in rusty cages.

The squeaking of rats, the dripping of water from the roof, and the cries of prisoners protesting their innocence echoed in the musty smell that kept out the light.

"Shut the fuck up! You think you can get out now that you're in?"

"Shut the hell up! All of you, shut up!"

The jailer shouted at the prisoners who were crying and protesting their innocence in the cell.

As the wailing and howling subsided, he continued his patrol of the corridor.

"Eat hot potatoes with butter—even if the king comes, he can't take them away!"

Suddenly, some light and cheerful opera sounds came from somewhere, which immediately put him in a good mood.

He followed the sound and saw Joseph, who had just been locked up a few days ago, lying barefoot on a damp straw mat, humming a tune leisurely.

The jailer had seen this old man before. Many people in the city had grown up listening to his operas. There were also many people like Joseph in this prison who, relying on their powerful connections, acted as if nothing had happened even though they were in prison.

"Who knows, after a couple of days inside, old man Joseph might be released," even though the jailer knew this perfectly well, he still couldn't help but joke.

“Any ordinary person knows that once you enter our capital prison, it’s almost impossible to get out. Sir, you’re quite carefree.”

Joseph stopped humming, frowned, and said irritably, "Hmph, you dog, do you know who I am? Even Lord Sal loves to listen to my operas. You weren't even born when I started singing operas. I'm here to rest, what do you know?"

"Alright, alright, I can't afford to offend you, so I won't waste my time with you anymore. You can stay here by yourself."

The jailer, having been rebuffed, awkwardly uttered a few words and walked away.

He was also wary, and although he was annoyed, there weren't many actors who had been imprisoned who were as arrogant as him. He had originally wanted to make a few jokes to amuse himself, but who knew that the old man would bring up Sal ​​Yerosnek, the minister in charge of the national finances. He knew immediately that the old man was someone he couldn't mess with, so he could only slink away.

"Sir, you tell me, who loves listening to your operas?"

As the jailer walked away, a prisoner quietly approached from the corner and spoke.