A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 25 Amamiya Nene
As soon as he opened the door, Quinn smelled a pleasant mixture of light smoke and citrus scent.

"Hello, I'm Quinn, here for the interview for the teaching assistant position."

After saying hello, he was slightly stunned.

——It’s so messy.

This office was truly awful. The floor was littered with all sorts of miscellaneous items: maces, dice, compasses, books, and even women's pajamas. The office, which should have been spacious, had no place to stand. It was like a pirate ship's warehouse filled with loot.

"Hey, just sit somewhere."

A cool, sweet sound like strawberry syrup poured over ice cream.

Quinn subconsciously looked intently.

Behind the large oak table, sat a woman lazily, looking out of place in this office.

It's hard to imagine that she is Grindelwald's teacher.

She had straight black hair that reached her waist, a face that was too young and even a little immature, and was wearing a plaid skirt and white shirt that could be called a "JK school uniform" on Earth. Her long legs wrapped in black stockings were not wearing shoes and were just resting on the table. When she saw Quinn coming, she didn't show any intention of shrinking back.

There was an ashtray on the table, with a faint lipstick mark on the cigarette inside.

To say that she is young is not quite accurate. Her pretty face is only lightly made up, but she looks extremely charming and seductive, with a kind of charm that seems to have a fragrance.

It's hard to guess her age.

She was nibbling at a small, dripping tomato, her pretty brow furrowed from time to time. The tomato was an unripe reddish-green, but she seemed to really enjoy its tart taste. With her index finger, painted with blushing red nail polish, she gently pushed the tomato into her mouth, biting down the juices, making her face adorably sour.

“Hah, tomatoes are the perfect food~”

Even Quinn, who had experienced many storms, was still a little at a loss.

Where should I sit? Is there no place for people to sit in this office?

Where should I look? It's not polite to look at legs or faces, right?

What should I say? I love tomatoes too, what a coincidence! Hahaha.
"Huh? What are you still standing there for?" She blinked.

"Sorry, I don't know where to sit."

"Just sit here."

She pointed to the pile of books on the floor in front of her desk and said, "My dad once said, 'Knowledge is a cushion for your buttocks.' If you think it's not high enough, you can always add two more books."

Quinn had no choice but to tiptoe through the pile of junk, being careful not to step on anything, and finally sat down on the pile of ancient books worth 20 gold pounds.

"Hello."

Quinn bowed his head and greeted again.

In front of him were two small feet wrapped in black silk stockings. Through the thin fabric, one could see the snow-white skin, and the arch of the foot was as elegant as a crescent moon.

What if this was part of the interview? What a scheming woman.

Even if you are as determined as a rock during the interview, the black stockings covering your legs won’t cover your eyes!
"Hello, hello~"

She gave Quinn a sweet smile.

"Your eyes are black too. Are you from the East?"

and also?
Quinn, who was looking down, subconsciously met her gaze, wanting to see her eyes.

Immediately, my heart skipped a beat.

Anyone who sees such a pure, flawless and overly beautiful smile will inevitably be in a trance.

Damn, there’s something wrong with this woman!
So charming!

Quinn quickly recited the Marriage Law in his mind: if the divorce is split, half of the property will be divided, and the house will belong to the woman if the betrothal gift is not returned. If the divorce is split, half of the property will be divided, and the house will belong to the woman if the betrothal gift is not returned.
Soon, his eyes quickly regained clarity, and there was no worldly desire anymore.

"Yes, my parents are from the East, but they disappeared due to war when I was very young. I grew up in the West Continent, so I am not familiar with the East."

Quinn said calmly.

This teacher also had a pair of black eyes. This was the first time he had seen someone with black hair and black eyes since he came to this other world.

On Earth, Asians' eyes are usually brown to dark brown, and Quinn is no exception. It is rare for him to have pure black pupils.

But it is said that in the East, the royal family and nobles all have such appearance features.

"Goddess bless you, I hope your parents will be safe and sound."

As if the topic just now was inappropriate, she gave an apologetic look, then bent her slender waist like a cat, hugged her legs and changed her sitting position.

"My grandmother is also from the East, what a coincidence."

With his legs down, Quinn was finally able to lift his head.

Her facial features are very three-dimensional, and her skin combines the fairness of people from the southern continent and the delicateness of people from the eastern country. It is obvious that she is a mixed-race.

Amemiya Nene de Cavendish.
Ankuya told him that Cavendish was a noble surname in the Kingdom of Luo, so when fabricating the identity, he asked Quinn to add the experience of the Kingdom of Luo to make it easier to gain her closeness.

She was most likely a noble, and not just any noble. But Ankua told him not to worry, Grindelwald didn't have any class distinctions, and her background wasn't important, because there were no teachers with ordinary status in the academy.

"I'm Amamiya Nene de Cavendish, and I teach the Divination Department. I don't know if Jacob mentioned this to you, but the head of our Divination Department is often away from school, and I'm the only teacher."

She complained, resting her chin on her knees. "Divination is a difficult subject to teach. It's hard to explain subjects that are too deeply involved in the mysticism in plain language. I haven't been home for over a year. I really need a teaching assistant."

Behind her, there was a huge portrait hanging.

The elderly man in the portrait is Nostradamus, the founder of Grindelwald's divination system and a renowned master of divination in human history. Nostradamus accurately predicted the time and location of the Second Scourge, saving thousands of lives.

In the painting, Noza is sitting at the desk - the same one that Amemiya Nene uses to rest her legs. He is holding a magnifying glass and studying the ancient scroll on the desk. It is said that the twenty names of the extraordinary sequence were deciphered by him.

Listening to Amemiya Ningning's complaints, Quinn nodded from time to time and listened attentively.

After she finished speaking, he spoke slowly, "Ms. Cavendish, I think I can ease your burden and help you complete your teaching tasks with my abilities. I have also been a teacher for six years and am very good at one-on-one tutoring."

After all, Quinn had experienced interviews at large companies, so as long as it didn't involve arcane magic, applying for the job was just a casual matter.

"You've been a teacher for six years?" Amamiya Ningning was a little surprised. "I think you're only twenty-four years old?"

Quinn nodded.

"I'm a tutor. My grades are pretty good, so I've been tutoring my peers since I was thirteen. I'm an orphan, and learning the arcane requires a lot of money, so I've been tutoring for many years."

This statement is half true and half false.

"Not bad, not bad. I like people who work hard. So, what's your arcane skill level?"

“That’s not going to work.”

Quinn gave a bitter laugh. "I don't have much talent, and the markings in my body don't even meet the association's certification standards. I can only say that I have a solid theoretical knowledge, which is why I barely passed the previous interview."

“Oh, you have a solid theoretical knowledge?”

The corners of Amamiya Ningning's mouth curled up in anticipation.

"Then tell me what you think about divination."

Quinn's eyes flickered.

Here comes the most troublesome part of the interview: theoretical discussion and questions and answers!
but
Quinn raised his head and smiled confidently, "Okay."

In the huge oil painting behind Amemiya Ningning, the god Ankuya appeared unnoticed.

No one knew how he did it, but he managed to sneak into the painting without being noticed by Amamiya Ningning.

He just aimed at the academy's predecessor Nostradamus, raised his foot and made a powerful shot!
A powerful kick almost tore the old man's clothes.

In an instant, Nocha Damus was kicked out of the screen, and Ankuya, wearing the same clothes and a human skin mask, pretended to be him and sat down openly.

He held up the ancient scroll, and the back was filled with opinions on divination!

This wave, this wave is a gunman taking the exam on behalf of others.

(End of this chapter)