Jobless Reincarnation: Live Seriously Even Without Transfer Events

This is written in the book "Higg's Transfer Magic".

A situation where one's strength and status are mismatched is destined to have an unhappy ending.

My parents said something similar: they said Rudy might become a high-ranking official in the capital in the future, and he wouldn't be interested in a girl like me from the village of Buena.

I never believed that because I believed Rudy.

But reality has reminded me time and time again why Rudy should choose me.

Putting aside the engagement, Rudy has absolutely no intention of marrying me. Although I can temporarily keep Rudy in check with my little tricks, he will eventually see through it and get tired of it.

Moreover, I might not be that important to Rudy.

I was very happy when Rudy asked me to be the freshman representative to give the speech at the opening ceremony, because I would be the most important part of Rudy's efforts to get rid of the rumors affecting us.

And Rudy also told me that I'm an important person to him.

Of course I prepared very carefully.

Actually, I came here for my own reason.

It wasn't just about being with Rudy; he kept possessing Rudy.

However, I never told anyone that the second time Rudy asked me what I wanted to do, what I wanted to do was to come to university to study magic.

I didn't tell Rudy the truth. I came to the university to investigate the monster attack that year.

Uncle Paul said it was an accident.

Why did the mutated end-of-life wild boar appear in the woods next to the village of Buyena?

I remember on the night of Rudy's tenth birthday, Miss Alice's father, Mr. Philip, and Uncle Paul discussed the matter of Rudy and Alice getting engaged.

But Uncle Paul did not agree at the time.

Just as Rudy was about to eavesdrop, the butler discovered him.

Luckily, I hid well enough to hear the whole conversation.

Otherwise, I think Rudy must have the same question as me:

Why did Rudy get engaged to Miss Alice just a few months after my house was attacked?

Is this a coincidence?

There are hardly any coincidences in the world.

At first, I didn't have many doubts; I just thought it was too much of a coincidence.

After all, almost three years have passed between these two events, and to still have such doubts is simply me deceiving myself.

Moreover, how could the noble Mayor Roya possibly waste his time on ordinary villagers like us?

In addition, monsters are things that humans cannot control.

Even so, I often dream of a gray-black figure, just like Mr. Philip...

I kept telling myself that it was just an accident.

After Rudy and I were attacked in Dak, on the border of La Noah, I suddenly wondered if I was wrong, and that the nobles might be even more ruthless than I had imagined.

Investigating monster-related matters at Lanoa Magic University is something I absolutely must do; I won't be able to eat or sleep properly until I figure it out.

But I put that matter aside for the time being and focused on preparing my speech as the freshman representative at the opening ceremony, only flipping through books related to monsters during my breaks.

However, Rudy and Mr. Merlin have been in the Duchy of Basheland for almost a month, and they didn't tell me a word before they left.

When I opened the door to Rudy's room, it was empty. Rudy wouldn't abandon me, Rudy wouldn't abandon me, I told myself over and over again.

Later, Ms. Loki told me that Rudy and Ms. Merlin had gone out and would probably be gone for a month.

So, it turns out I'm the only one who didn't know where Rudy went. Well, that makes sense, I'm not usually in the dorm, and besides, I'm not important enough to need to be told separately.

I have less than two weeks until I have to give a speech on stage, so I'd better keep preparing.

The speech was revised again and again.

It's been almost three months since Rudy gave me the task, but Rudy has never asked me how my preparations are going.

Rudy has his own things to do, and he probably doesn't ask me because he trusts me.

We can't let Rudy down! According to Rudy, we must make the opening ceremony a great success!

"Silphie, you're amazing!"

Rudy will definitely say that then, and then hug me. Rudy will definitely do that.

……

"Miss Hilfiet, are you free now?"

I suddenly raised my head and covered my mouth.

A girl was standing in front of me holding a stack of thick notebooks.

"Um, Miss Hilfiet, I hope I didn't disturb you."

She said shyly.

"It's alright, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Um, Miss Hilfiet, I would like to ask you a question about this intermediate water magic."

Looking at the neat handwriting she wrote on the notebook, which had been rubbed countless times, her slender fingers, red from the cold, showed that she must be a very hardworking person.

Almost every day, people come to me to ask me questions. I don't know where the news leaked out, but almost everyone who comes to me knows my entrance exam scores.

It might be Mulgore.

He probably likes me. After all, he grabbed the hand of a girl he had just met and wouldn't let go. It's obvious what's going on.

He was supposed to give the freshman speech at the opening ceremony, but I interrupted him when he was almost ready, which makes me feel a little guilty.

He was clearly an aristocrat; his food, clothing, and daily necessities were different from others, and his manners were also exceptional.

Although he's nowhere near as good as Rudy, after getting to know him, I feel like he's a good person.

He really wanted to be friends with Rudy.

But his last name is Caroline, and for that reason alone, Rudy could never be his friend.

I witnessed Rudy's agony upon learning that he and I had been used as pawns by Pedro Caroline; the pervasive murderous aura was suffocating.

Rudy would probably be angry if he knew I'd become friends with the Carolines.

But Rudy and I were used by others because we were living within rules set by others. I want to be the one at the top, so that no one, no matter who it is, will ever have the chance to use Rudy or me again.

Let's take that first step by using Mulgore.

Mugolei's sister is the student council president of this school. Although I have never met her, I will take her place one day.

……

"Miss Hilfiet? Are you listening?"

"Oh, sorry, I was lost in thought. Please continue."

Before I knew it, I was surrounded by students with notebooks and books.

……

Now, all I need to do is show Rudy the freshman representative speech that I've been preparing for the past three months at the opening ceremony.

If it can help Rudy, that would be great.

Rudy, you have to come back before the opening ceremony!

Chapter 110: The Dao (Part 7)

Even without a job transfer, one must live earnestly [Chapter 110] The Way (Part 7)

Chapter 110: The Dao (Part 7)

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"Rudeus, I ask you, what's the difference between this place and Sharia, and Asura?"

Is it poverty?

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The nomadic tribes in the far north of the Duchy of Basheland have no name. During the summer and autumn, they fish in the northern part of the Duchy of Basheland for a living, while in the winter and spring they migrate to the forests in the interior to live a life of hunting and logging.

As the tribe grew and the number of young, strong men increased, those once-proud and robust men in the tribe were now reaching their twilight years.

When their teeth and jaws become weak, they can no longer eat the meat they hunt to replenish their strength.

When their legs and feet become nimble, they can no longer catch up with the wild beasts and monsters running at high speed in the mountains and forests.

As their bodies weakened, they could no longer endure the icy cold waters of the northern coast.

Gradually, as walking became a burden, the migration of the entire tribe became increasingly difficult day by day.

However, the natural law of the survival of the fittest is an ironclad rule that all living things on the plains of the northern land must abide by.

The elderly and frail burden the younger laborers of the tribe. Unable to defy the laws of nature during the long years of migration, they are either abandoned by their own young men, trapped on the migration route, and become food for wild beasts or monsters, or ravaged by their own diseases and perish on the muddy roads between the forest and the sea.

If survival of the fittest is a virtuous cycle in nature, and the law of the jungle is the law of survival for humans and other creatures, then the migration of tribes between the coast and the forest completes this process, thus enabling this tribe to thrive in the extremely cold and barren lands north of the Duchy of Basheland.

Twenty years ago, the appearance of a man changed the ecological balance here.

When this man returned to this land after decades, he appeared in people's sight as if he were a stranger.

He came to this land with an unfamiliar name, yet he retained unique memories of it. His two annual migrations were always painful moments of parting from his loved ones, and his infant children were often lost along the way.

During the migration, disease, wild beasts, monsters, and even rain and snow could be factors that bring annihilation to the tribe. His memory remained stuck in the endless sorrow brought about by the migration.

Migration is the root cause of tribal tragedies!

He thought so.

To stop the tragedies that were happening on this land, he bribed the knights of the territory, ordered the tribes to stop migrating, and brought the civilization of the civilized world to this desolate land.

After this man arrived, the tribe began to live in the forest for a long time, logging and hunting, and the tribe became a village.

But how can the survival rules of tribes, which have existed since their inception, be easily broken?

The calls to resist this "outsider" are growing louder.

This white-haired "outsider" once again colluded with the knights of this territory, using "divine judgment" to execute the rebellious village leader and banish all those associated with the "rebels," such as relatives and children, from the forest.

A few of them became bandits who blocked the road, while most were driven to the northern coast.

The enlightenment and civilization brought by this "outsider" were also spread.

From then on, the tribes living in the forest formed villages called "shepherd villages," while the tribes that were driven to the northern coast formed "fisher villages."

Afterwards, the "outsider" left this far north.

The enlightenment and civilization brought by this "outsider" brought a peaceful life to the people of the "Shepherd Village" and the "Fishing Village". Over the course of twenty years, people grew old and more new children were born.

As people's lives became increasingly comfortable, the village's population reached its peak. While people rejoiced at the increase in the number of people, they also began to worry about food.

At this time, another group of people left the village to seek a living in the outside world, or joined the ranks of bandits who cut off the road.

In just twenty years, the scarce resources had been used up to the point of saturation.

When elderly people reach the age of sixty or above and are unable to work, they will go deep into the forest to face death. Some poor families even abandon their elderly relatives in the forest to wait for death. Even worse, some will throw their newborn babies into the snow to freeze to death, or ask others to sell them for food.

The villagers went out to search for that "outsider" more than once, the one who brought both blessings and calamities to the tribe.

This "outsider" is Teacher Merlin.

"This is my sin. I came back here with the idea of ​​freeing them from migrations that were destined to bring death, but I was too naive. After living for so long, I've only grown older."

On the carriage journey to Rosenberg, the second largest city in the Duchy of Basheland, Teacher Merlin lay listlessly on the gray-black monster fur and said.

"No, Professor Merlin, your idea is brilliant."

"It's just the wishful thinking of an old man who's about to die."

I have already used healing magic on him. His body, which is nearly a hundred years old, is more robust than that of a twenty-year-old strongman, and he has no diseases that affect his health.

He looked at me with a deathly pale face; at this moment, Mr. Merlin's eyes were no longer as bright as they used to be.

What defeated Merlin was probably his mental illness.

He wanted his hometown people to live happier lives than in the past, but his approach was wrong. Perhaps it was because the era in which Merlin lived made him completely unaware of the way to solve the problem.