Jobless Reincarnation: Live Seriously Even Without Transfer Events

The nobles who once served under the Second Prince Halphas either had their homes confiscated and were imprisoned, or were dismissed and investigated like the previous leader of the Magicians' Guild, or joined the ranks of Gravel and Ariel.

Nowadays, ministers dare not discuss the matter of Halfas, perhaps unaware that saying the wrong thing could land them in prison, leading to the loss of their wives and children and the destruction of their families.

"Ahem, everyone, let me begin by outlining the agenda for today's morning meeting..."

Dirich began his speech, "Because the problem of excessive personnel within the Magicians' Guild is too serious, I have decided to hold a magic theory exam in forty days, with the aim of streamlining..."

Another exam...?

Back at La Noa Magic University, I, a Saint-level magician, ended up in Class C and barely passed. If I fail this time, it won't just be me who loses face.

However, I still sensed his intention: to streamline personnel and prevent the magicians' group from falling silent during the last coup... I suspect his real intention is to select suitable candidates for the Princess's faction through examinations; those who don't meet the standards will either be eliminated, or...

"Dilik Bartlett! I'll fucking fuck your mother! You're just a bodyguard, a nobody nobleman on the very edge of the inner city, what gives you the right to order us around?!"

As expected, Dillick's statement provoked discontent among some people, and an elderly-looking magician stood up.

This guy had a full beard and a receding hairline, looking just like a middle school principal. He was wearing a white mage robe of the same rank as Dirichlet, and his bulky figure and protruding belly even pushed aside the table in front of him.

"Hmph! I've served His Majesty like a slave for over thirty years. I was already in this magicians' troupe when your father was still wearing diapers! When did you become the one to judge us?!"

The old magician was furious and threw his magic wand at Dillick.

He's been with The Magicians for over thirty years, for goodness' sake. Why is he so excited? Doesn't he care about saving face at all...?

"You want to take an exam? Well, I'm right here, go ahead and take it!"

Chapter 237: The Princess's Embrace

Jobless Reincarnation Fanfic: Live Seriously Even Without Transfer Events [Chapter 237] The Princess's Embrace

Chapter 237: The Princess's Embrace

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Faced with the old magician's provocation, Dirich's face showed no extra expression. His thin cheeks trembled slightly, showing no trace of the humility one would expect from someone of minor noble birth.

"Mr. Willis Wellington, I have great respect for magicians like you. I admired you greatly when I was studying at the Royal Academy. But now, I would like to ask Mr. Willis if he still remembers the oath of the Royal Guard Magicians?"

"Humph!"

The old magician crossed his arms, glared at Dirich with an air of smugness, and said irritably, "Of course I remember..."

Immediately afterwards, he proudly puffed out his chest and recited in a loud voice:

“I swear to Your Majesty that I will be devout and truly loyal to Your Majesty, His descendants, and His successors. I will defend Your Majesty, His descendants, and His successors’ person, royal power, and dignity with unwavering loyalty, integrity, and piety. I will obey and submit to all the commands given to me by Your Majesty, His descendants, His successors, and His guardians until the end of my life.”

"Well? Anything else to say?" the old magician asked smugly.

"On the night of the Silver Palace turmoil a few months ago, Mr. Willis Wellington, you were drinking at home, weren't you?"

As soon as Dirich finished speaking, the old magician realized something was wrong.

"His Majesty was assassinated, the prince perished, and traitors led the Imperial Guard into the Silver Palace. As the most senior magician in the Palace Guard's magic corps, I am naturally willing to believe in your piety and loyalty. But, to whom are you to believe?"

"Boom boom boom!"

"Dilik! You're slandering me!" The old magician slammed his fist on the table, veins bulging on his forehead, eyes bulging with rage, and roared, "I was drinking at home that night, but don't accuse me of my loyalty to His Majesty without any evidence! I've served diligently for thirty years..."

"You claim to have worked diligently for thirty years, yet you abandoned your post at a crucial moment, failing to protect His Majesty and the prince, violating the oath of the Palace Guard Magicians. And now, you refuse to accept my orders as the king's guardian. So, Mr. Willis Wellington, what are you doing serving him?"

As he spoke, Dirich bent down to pick up the magic wand that had just been thrown at him and asked softly, "To whom have you given your loyalty and devotion?"

"This old man...this old man..."

The old magician was speechless for a moment, not even knowing what to say to defend himself.

In a daze, Dilik had already walked up to him.

"Whom do you serve? The Holy Kingdom of Milis? Or the Magic Kingdom of Lanoa? Or..."

Dilik's voice was very light, but it felt like a heavy burden to the ear.

Sweat beaded on the old magician's forehead. The name Dirich would later utter was as terrifying as a death warrant. If that name were to be revealed, it would be a minor matter if he lost his reputation in his old age; he might even implicate his family.

Dilik's slightly pale lips opened and closed, "Yes..."

"Commander, I apologize for my rudeness just now."

Before Dirich could speak, the old magician knelt down with a thud, grabbing Dirich's clothes and pleading, "From now on, I will strictly abide by the oath of the Magicians' Order and obey your orders. Please forgive me for what I did today..."

“Mr. Willis, I have no right to forgive a traitor. Save your pleas for the trial,” Dillick said coldly.

"take away."

The old magician was quickly taken away by the guards, shouting his grievances all the way, but no one dared to pay attention.

After all, nobody wants to get involved in such a mess.

……

After the morning meeting, Dirich returned home, took off his fancy white robe with gold trim and ivory high heels, and put on magical equipment such as a dark green peacock feather robe with silver roses printed on the back and rhinoceros leather boots. Then he returned to the Silver Palace and went to the Lily Garden.

The once lush green fields have gradually turned yellow, and the vibrant red summer flowers have also withered away.

Passing by two rows of screens carved with pink petals, Ariel sat under a parasol, her slender fingers idly fiddling with the batia flowers on the table, quietly waiting for the red tea in the steaming white porcelain cup inlaid with jade to cool down.

"Your Highness Ariel, what are your thoughts regarding the white-haired elf that Rudius Boreas Grerat brought back?" Dirich asked.

"We have too little information right now. The Sprud girl who was rumored to be with Rudeus is nowhere to be found. That's the real worrying fighting force."

"Compared to this,"

Ariel pinched the purple flower stem and offered it to Dirich, saying...

"Look, this unassuming little flower is actually an ingredient in the most potent aphrodisiac. It's truly amazing."

"Ahem, Your Highness, I have said it many times, please stop indulging in such lewd things. Although you have now brought some of Prince Halfas's power under your control, you have seen how ruthless Prince Gravel is. He would even abandon his own son for the throne. I hope you will take this seriously."

"Okay, okay, Dilik, stop talking!"

Ariel covered her ears and began to whine sweetly, her slender, beautiful legs, clad in milky-white stockings, kicking up and down.

"It's rare that you have time, Dilik, so let's not discuss such serious matters."

"Hey, hey, hey, isn't this the Commander? What brings you here?"

"Honestly, Luke, you can't even be serious..."

When Luke saw Dilik, he teased him as he walked over to Dilik and secretly slipped a small white bottle into his pocket.

"This is……?"

Dilik took the bottle and placed it in his palm. The emerald-green cap was inlaid with gold patterns, and the white bottle was also very exquisite.

"This is good stuff. Keep it for your wife; you'll need it someday."

"What?! Luke, you won't give it to me? This princess is going to be angry!"

Ariel pouted, casting a resentful glance at Luke.

Luke shook his head helplessly. "Your Highness, you're playing too fancy a game. Using that kind of thing isn't good for you. I can't bear the responsibility if anything goes wrong."

"Ugh, how boring," Ariel sighed.

"Then let's talk about the information on your side, Luke."

Luke nodded and then pulled out several documents that looked like school admission files from the inside pocket of his coat.

"After verification, the Speld girl who previously traveled with Rudeus in Lanoa is the same person as the white-haired elf that Rudeus brought to the capital."

"That's going to be interesting..."

Chapter 238: Enemies Meet

Jobless Reincarnation Fanfic: Live Seriously Even Without Transfer Events [Chapter 238] Enemies Meet

Chapter 238: Enemies Meet

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With Rudyus's fifteenth birthday approaching, the Boreas family estate is getting busier and busier. Given Rudyus's special status, Pilemon and Luke have also received invitations from Philip.

As for the purpose, that's another matter.

Rudius finished his day of teaching, boarded a special carriage at the entrance of the Royal Academy, and returned to his residence.

"Clang, clang..."

The carriage moved slowly forward, and Rudius gazed out the window, his face silent.

Noren estimates this to be a big problem.

It has been almost two weeks since Norren took office as a magician in the Palace Guard Magicians Corps and concurrently as a water magic teacher at the Asura Royal Academy, and he has not attended a single water magic class, which is held once a week.

I thought it was just because it was the first time and I wasn't used to it, so I didn't say anything. After all, I see Norren all the time, and I couldn't possibly disrespect my own brother.

But to my surprise, Norren didn't go the following week either.

Before leaving get off work, Rudius specifically asked the teacher who had taught Noren before, and Noren had never skipped class before.

The younger sister deliberately skips her older brother's class, but the older brother is too embarrassed to directly tell her, which is really a headache.

As the carriage approached the red-light district, Rudius tilted his head and saw a carriage with the same Boreas family crest, the "Black Lion," parked in front of the tavern.

A blonde girl was pulling a red-haired man's hand as they walked into a restaurant.

Eh!

That must be Noren!

The man next to him is probably Albert.

Norman treated Albert much better than he treated himself.

Albert received the treatment a real older brother would give him.

"Pause."

Rudius greeted him.

"Never mind, let's keep going."

Before the carriage had even come to a complete stop, Rudius abandoned the idea of ​​meeting the two men in front of him, deciding instead to save his brainpower for dealing with other matters.

……

"Was that your family's carriage just now, Your Excellency Albert?"

Noren sat at the dining table, her big, watery eyes glancing at the menu while looking across at Albert, who was resting his chin on his hand and propping his head on the table.

“Yes, it’s specifically for picking up and dropping off Rudius,” Albert said calmly.

"Oh, please let Lord Albert order."

Noren pouted, somewhat annoyed, and pushed the menu toward the other person.

"Little Norren is angry, haha."

Albert smiled and took the menu, but without even looking at it, he called over a waiter.

Since it wasn't a family banquet, and they were eating outdoors, they opted for a more rustic meal. Albert ordered more casually, catering more to Noren's tastes.

"The appetizers are the same as usual: two servings of witch's soup, a bottle of fruit wine (the sweeter the better), two steaks, and a caramel pudding..."

"Oh ho, you two are here too."

Albert heard the sound and turned around to see three girls walking towards him.

Walking at the front was Alice, who was wearing a pure white dress, a rare sight for her. Her fiery red hair was neatly combed behind her like a waterfall. However, her unrestrained stance with her legs spread wide and her hands on her hips was rather unappealing for a noble lady.

A little behind Alice was Izoruti, whose white and blue floral pleated dress made her skin look quite radiant. Her thick, smooth black hair was tied into a small bun at the back of her head, and her neat bangs were pinned to one side with a pink hair clip, revealing her fair forehead.

Albert was stunned when he saw Izuruti dressed like that, and his face showed an expression of amazement. As for Sylphie, who came after him, he didn't even bother to take a look at her because of her background, even though she had dressed up carefully.

In Albert’s view, Hilfiet was probably only slightly higher in status than a servant, and some servants were even born into minor noble families, making Hilfiet even lower than them.

"You two come out to play, and you need to bring a servant to help take care of you?"

Albert joked.

The servant undoubtedly refers to Hilfi, and dining at the same table with someone of such status would be an insult to a noble young master like Albert.

This was a common idea among the nobility.

"How can you talk like that..."

Izuru walked up to Albert and whispered some words of advice.