Magic Academy Bans Harem

Chapter 256 No problem

Leave Shim’s mansion.

Deep in the alley where he was meeting Hipper, Ritas heard a series of clattering sounds.

Following the sound, Ritas discovered that a fierce fight was taking place inside.

There were three people in total, and they were roughly divided into two camps.

On one side was a mage who was clearly self-taught, and an adventurer duo who could possibly be classified as a berserker. On the other side was an elven swordsman.

On the side of the elven swordsmen, naturally, was Hipper.

According to legend or records, elves possess the ability to draw power from the mountains and forests.

However, neither Livis, Hania, nor Boudica (who claimed to have gotten a tan) demonstrated any such abilities. Even though Livis sometimes manipulated plants, she used magic, not the unique powers of the elves.

This isn't because these three are particularly special. It's because, in reality, only elves known as "shamans" can use what elves call the "power of nature and life."

Due to the elves' strong sense of pride and the fantasies that human society has about them, human accounts of elves are often very inaccurate.

In short, Hipper is undoubtedly an elven priestess. Moreover, contrary to the stereotype of the profession of "priestess," Hipper wields a rapier and relies more on swordsmanship to deal with attacking opponents.

To some extent, Hipper's choice was probably out of necessity.

Because of Spring City's rapid development in recent years, there is very little greenery throughout the city. Therefore, under such limited coverage, the natural life force surrounding Hipper's rapier is extremely dim and weak.

As for Hipper's opponent
The reason the mage called her an amateur was because mages from academies would always prefer to build a stable base and endlessly bombard their opponents with spells.

But this monk was constantly moving nimbly.

Even when not dodging attacks, she never stopped running. And, from time to time, she was doing things like wall jumps and other such feats that would probably drive some of the old fogies in academia crazy.

Besides her methods of operation, her magic is also distinctly different from that of academic mages.

Her magic is very simple, consisting only of fire from elemental magic. Moreover, the fire has no other shape; it's just pure fireballs. But she produces many fireballs, generates them very quickly, and uses them with great accuracy. Keep in mind, this is the result of her simultaneously maintaining high-speed movement.

The reason academic mages wouldn't do that is because those fireballs were all close to the level of intermediate magic. In other words, if she focused on using magic, she could unleash much more powerful spells.

To put it simply with numbers, this mage could easily use a spell with an overall quality of "10," but instead kept breaking it down into "1, 1, 1, 1, 1." Not only did the spell become weaker, but nearly half of its power was consumed the moment it was cast. And this consumption was primarily in areas unrelated to the spell itself.

The mages who have no chance to go to the battlefield these days don't consider the costs and effects of such spellcasting methods, or whether they would be more effective in combat. They will only lament the obvious "waste."

Now, let's talk about the Berserker.

This area was somewhat unfamiliar to Ritas.

However, he can understand some of it, or rather, anyone can understand it.

Because all of this berserker's actions seemed to lack any particular method, relying solely on his physical resilience.

Hipper's attacks barely left any marks on her; the sharp rapier seemed to have less effect on her than a toothpick on an ordinary person. Sometimes, she was even accidentally hit from behind by fireballs from her teammates. But she didn't care, because at most, they would only leave a faint mark on her body.

The berserker has no weapon in her hand, perhaps because she trusts her well-trained body more than any weapon.

As the berserker's attack on Hipper missed, she actually managed to break a brick off the wall next to the alley.

It's fortunate that Hipper's special powers as a witch priest provided some restraint on the berserker. Otherwise, her current situation might be extremely dire.

It wasn't exactly negligence, or perhaps the berserker's reckless approach was inherently fraught with carelessness. Therefore, even though Hipper's rapier could only inflict limited damage, it still left a wound on her body.

The wounds were filled with a dim green light. What started as shallow wounds began to expand and visibly ulcerate under the stimulation of the green light.

This situation inevitably slowed down the berserker's movements.

Because, while the berserker could endure pain, the sensation from those wounds was something he had never imagined before: itching.

It was an excruciating itch, an itch that made it impossible for her to think.

If the wounds weren't so limited, some parts of the berserker's body wouldn't bleed or spread even after being cut by a blade. Otherwise, she might have collapsed right now.

So, where did this dangerous individual come from, targeting the professor?! ×3
Since Ritas wasn't hiding, he appeared at the edge of the battlefield and observed for a short while before the three fighters, who were engrossed in their battle, discovered his presence.

Apart from some berserkers who couldn't speak, Hipper and the unorthodox mage shouted at the same time.

"Step back, sir! It's dangerous here!" "Professor, be careful! She's been following you and intends to harm you!"

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As Ritas remained silent, the fighting in the alley also ceased.

Hipper and the suspicious duo, or rather, Herlian and Einfield, looked at each other, countless question marks appearing above their heads in all directions.

"Huh?" "Could it be?" "Could it be..."

After a moment of stunned silence, the three who had been fighting for a long time inexplicably began to wail in pain.

"I'm so sorry, so sorry, so sorry."

"I'm so sorry, I ...!"

Soon after, in the alley where the misunderstanding was cleared up, Hipper and Einfield apologized to each other as if they were competing to see who could bow faster.

In this encounter, Helian, who was arguably the most unlucky, scratched his head with a complicated expression.

The reason for the misunderstanding is actually quite simple.

While Einfield and Herlian were faithfully carrying out their mission of monitoring the Him mansion, it was impossible for them to keep a constant watch 24/7. There was no need, nor any point.

So, seeing that Him was resting inside, Einfield also went to rest for a bit. When he returned to hand over the shift to Herlian, the two of them missed Ritas and Hipper together, and only saw Ritas enter Him's mansion.

Then there was a man in a trench coat and sunglasses, the most suspicious person in all of Spring City, who kept peeking around and furtively staring at their Pope!
From Hipper's perspective, after the officer entered the mansion, two strange figures suddenly appeared, hiding on the roof! No wonder the officer needed guards when he went out!
So, after a series of unexplainable exchanges, the three of them started fighting. The main content of the exchange was basically "Who are you?" "Who are you people?" "Get out!" "You all get out!"

"It was my oversight, and I hope you won't hold a grudge against each other because of it."

Although no one could have predicted that the timing would be so perfect, leading to a conflict that should have been impossible, since it has already happened, Ritas can only take some of the blame.

So how can he avoid this happening next time?
Should we give badges or something to everyone he knows, so they don't start fighting as soon as they meet?
Rather, what's the story behind his seemingly serious trip to Spring City with his guards, only to encounter two suspicious groups of people who turned out to be his own? Has he become a destabilizing factor in Spring City?

Ritas, somewhat troubled, took immediate action and began to work with Hipper to heal Helian, who was the most seriously injured.

Despite being the most severely injured, without the interference of natural life force, Helian's wounds had largely healed on their own. Ritas felt that this former adventurer's physique was becoming increasingly inhuman. And this was probably not just a feeling, because the effects of necromancy remained within Helian's body.

The wondrous changes that necromancy brought to Herlian and Einfield alone made Ritas think that necromancy itself might have some merit. Furthermore, the research of that "corpse plague" was not entirely worthless.

Unfortunately, the ashes of the zombie outbreak have now vanished without a trace.

"Although your body is strong enough, Miss Helian, you should probably equip yourself in the future."

Just to be on the safe side, after bandaging Helian's wounds, Ritas suggested.

Helian's current attire is similar to a corset on the upper body. He is wearing relatively loose trousers on the lower body, but it's unclear where his shoes are.

"Well, it's not that she's unequipped, she teaches professors. It's just that sometimes, when she gets excited, she'll throw off what she's wearing. As for her weapons, they're too conspicuous, and she's often questioned by the guards when she carries them."

Einfield explained to Herlian.

Ritas could understand being questioned by the guard knights about the greatsword that looked like a giant hammer. But what was wrong with throwing away clothing and equipment?
"My body is not strong enough and has many weaknesses, so I still need to continue training."

Helian's response seemed to connect with Ritas's words, but it also subtly didn't quite match.

No wonder, Einfield would subconsciously explain or answer for her.

"You should really work on your brain, which is all muscle."

Einfield casually patted Helian on the back of the head. Judging from the result, Helian looked like he'd been bitten by a mosquito, while Einfield seemed to be in considerable pain.

"You wait."

Not wanting to retaliate in front of Ritas, Helian managed to utter a few threatening words through gritted teeth.

After walking a short distance away, Ritas gazed thoughtfully at Einfield and Herlian, whose relationship was unclear, and then at Hipper, who was still quite anxious.

Although it was a skirmish that didn't escalate, Ritas still gained a rough idea of ​​the three men's combat strength.

Ritas wasn't sure if he hadn't known enough before, or if the two former adventurers had also grown stronger over the past few months.

In short, whether it's the former White Cat Adventurer Group, including the Black Nun and the White Cat, or even the elven guardian who is a threat even when alone, they can all become usable pieces on the upcoming "chessboard".

However, if we really want to have any impact, it's clearly far from enough.

noon.

Guided by the whistleblower, the incessantly cursing and swearing Grand Master of the Guard Knights led his men to raid a church that was illegally selling "holy water" at exorbitant prices.

Ritas and the Goddess of Bath arrived at an exchange run by the Latras Merchant Guild.

A transaction worth only a few gold coins wouldn't trouble Platina and the other two women, so the person behind the counter examining the items brought by Ritas with a magnifying glass was just an ordinary staff member of the exchange.

"Guest, the pigment you brought should be 'Phantom Blue,' which has been circulating in a limited area for the past year."

After careful examination, the staff member said with certainty.

"Phantom Blue?"

The staff member continued explaining.

Because this special blue color was initially called "dreamy" blue, it gradually came to be known as "phantom blue".

"Shouldn't that be Meng Lan?"

Both the audible Ritas and the inaudible staff ignored the goddess of bathing.

As soon as the Phantom Blue pigment appeared, it became highly sought after in related fields. Its price also soared, at its peak exceeding one hundred gold coins per can.

However, as the amount of Phantom Blue pigment released increased, and research showed that it wasn't formulated using rare materials, inferior imitations began to appear, even if they weren't perfect replicas. Consequently, its price plummeted again.

But even so.
Thirty gold coins.

Ritas, leaving the exchange under a gaze that seemed to say, "Why are you bothering me if you're not going to sell here?", looked at the bacon jar he held in his hand instead of the white disc and murmured softly.

He wondered if this was the first time in his life he had the opportunity to profit from reselling goods.

"Wow, those people are so mean! They could sell something for a hundred gold coins, but they only gave Mord five silver coins! Five! Uh, I wasn't talking about you, you at least gave him sixteen. And it's normal that they can't recognize the real thing and can't estimate the price."

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The bath goddess, feeling that her third wife's money had been swindled away, was extremely angry and started arguing.

Ritas recalled the scene where Maud seemed to have mustered up the courage to hold up five fingers, and felt that the people who occasionally appeared at Him's mansion to buy the Blue Pigment actually gave even less.

Besides that, what Ritas cares about more is actually the color itself, iridescent blue.

The absence of any rare materials suggests that this color was created by Maud without any professional tools, relying solely on his innate senses.

This is why the color is easy to identify and easy to replicate. And for the same reason, it showcases Maud's truly unique talent.

"So, does Maud really need that despair and hatred to become a great artist? I always feel that old man's logic is flawed. How does he know his methods will definitely succeed? What if they don't succeed, and Maud just breaks down and becomes withdrawn? He'll be dead, how will he take responsibility! He even said he was a teacher, that he was going to give a final lesson or something. What kind of teacher teaches things that might all be wrong!"

"The Bathing Goddess is actually analyzing logic."

"What do you mean?! I'm warning you, Xiao Li, I'm furious right now, and I might really snap at you!"

Since even the goddess of bathing had said that her threats were just "I'll get angry," Ritas could only raise his hands in surrender.

"The goddess of bathing is right. Him's words are utter nonsense, without any logic, any basis, or any feasibility."

After closing his eyes briefly, Ritas continued,

"Like everyone who would entrust 'Grand Closing Company,' he simply didn't want to die an ordinary death when faced with an inevitable one. He wanted to find a reason to revel in his self-righteous sense of superiority. But when his students, who didn't actually need him to achieve success, became the biggest obstacle in their path to growth, haunting and parasitizing them like an inescapable nightmare, foolishly trying to continue sharing in the credit that could never have been his after his death."

"Then stop him!"

"no problem."

Ritas's voice of approval was firm and powerful.

(End of this chapter)