Millennium Witch.

Chapter 27 - 27 - The Tower

A dozen minutes later, the sharp sound of sirens ripped through the silence of the rainy night, and a hovering police car, flashing a cold blue light, landed precisely in front of Groney Clinic.

Several police officers got out of their car, subdued a terrified Gos Groney, and then launched a large-scale search of the clinic. They discovered several gray transaction records hidden in certain magical terminals, encrypted with multiple layers of encryption and disguised as ordinary bills.

The crimes involved include substandard counterfeit drugs, addictive drug trafficking, illegal weapons trafficking, and restricted surgical techniques, among others, and the sheer number of offenses is shocking.

Faced with the exposure of these transaction records, coupled with incriminating evidence provided by a mysterious anonymous whistleblower, Goss, who had been smug and arrogant, collapsed as if struck by lightning. He was roughly dragged into a police car and suffered the same fate as Regel Hoffman.

Standing under an umbrella in the dark corner of the street outside the clinic, Rosalyn stared blankly at the sudden unfolding scene and said in bewilderment, "Teacher... did you make this?"

Yvette nodded slightly and said calmly, "In the Blackwater District, unless you're a saint, you'll have some connection to the gray industry, it just depends on how well you hide it. And unfortunately, I'm very good at uncovering these things."

Like Rosalyn, Yvette was also very concerned about the whistleblower behind the whistleblower as the Hoffman family was reported and torn apart.

In particular, the report occurred a month after she joined the clinic, and during that month, the clinic's clientele increased significantly due to the rumors of the "beautiful little nurse." This inevitably made her suspicious, and she wondered if the report might not have happened if she hadn't suddenly requested to stay at the clinic as a permanent observer.

Using her rune hacking skills, Yvette directly located the address of the anonymous tip-off letter from the police station, finding it to be at Groney Clinic, just 1.5 kilometers away, completely undisguised and without any counter-surveillance awareness.

Combining the information gleaned from Mrs. Susan, the answer suddenly became clear.

This was undoubtedly a very pure and simple competition among peers. In fact, Goss had known for a long time that Reger was practicing medicine without a license. But at that time, Goss's clinic had a decent clientele, higher revenue and profit margins than Reger's, and he was more relaxed, so he didn't bother to report him and make an enemy.

Recently, due to "someone's" connections, Reger has had many new patients, which is naturally business being taken away from Goss. Although his income is still higher than Reger's, Goss couldn't sit still as his clinic gradually became deserted. He directly sent an anonymous email, reporting the Hoffman Clinic.

And that's how things came about today.

To some extent, Yvette can indeed be considered the catalyst for the entire incident.

But this was certainly not her responsibility, and her actions in helping the Hoffmans find the whistleblower and retaliating in the same way were merely out of sympathy and disgust for Goss. She couldn't ensure that good people were rewarded, but she could make life less comfortable for bad people.

In addition, this is a rare opportunity for students to grow.

After all, in a wasteland world with only two people, due to limited conditions, Rosalind could not experience many of the setbacks necessary for growing from naivety to maturity.

Now, thanks to this grand dream, she has finally made up for some of the shortcomings, and she has fulfilled her responsibility as a teacher to some extent.

……

The autumn night's downpour came and went quickly. I hadn't walked more than a few steps on my way back when the sky cleared up, the dark clouds dispersed, revealing a silvery crescent moon, dotted with starlight, forming a hazy yet magnificent Milky Way.

Rosalind, who had somehow become an umbrella girl, folded up her umbrella and followed her teacher step by step.

Looking at the unfamiliar starry sky above her, so different from the one in her hometown, she suddenly coughed and asked tentatively in a somewhat shy and hesitant tone, "Teacher, did you... investigate Dr. Goss because of me?"

“No,” Yvette replied calmly, without stopping her steps.

"Really?" Rosalyn took two steps, turned to look at Yvette's beautiful jawline, her tone filled with undisguised doubt.

She still felt that her teacher must have done this for her sake. After all, her teacher was a reclusive master who had experienced countless storms and had long since seen through the illusions of the world. He even specifically reminded her that everything in her dream was fake. However, she still held a grudge about it, forcing her teacher to personally intervene and help her break free from her obsession.

"No." The answer was firm and unwavering.

“That’s it!” Rosalyn replied decisively.

"No."

"that is!"

"..."

Yvette glanced at her, then shut her mouth and fell completely silent.

Rosalyn didn't mind, chuckled, and strode towards the Wright Apartments. A few days later, news of Goss being taken away by the police spread throughout Acid Street, prompting many who already knew about the tip-off, such as Susan, Hans, and Mary, to applaud.

Then, just like in the past, Groney Clinic also went bankrupt amid the whistleblower scandal.

However, unlike before, no one visited Goss's relatives to offer condolences this time, and Goss's fate was much worse in the verdict—although the illegal activities and gray industries he was involved in were small, the sheer number of them resulted in a 12-year sentence, more than double the 6-year sentence given to Greer.

On the evening of the day Goss was tried, the setting sun cast a golden glow, bathing the apartment's large window frames in a soft halo. Rosalind leaned against the window, watching Mrs. Susan bustling about at her roadside stall below, but her mood was completely different from what it had been in the past.

“Teacher, I heard from Hans that Mr. Reger Hoffmann was able to receive a light sentence of six years because a ‘kind person’ paid the judge and jury some money, but he didn’t know who did it because so many people came to his house to offer their condolences at the time.”

"Ah."

"Did you do this, teacher?"

"What do you think?" Yvette sat on the sofa, looking at the text on the holographic screen without looking up, and asked indifferently.

I think it definitely is.

"why?"

"Because you said you'd buy me the latest magic terminal, but I haven't saved enough money yet." Rosalin made a face, then couldn't help but steal a glance at her teacher's expression. "Um, I'm not implying anything, absolutely not."

Yvette smiled slightly, lowered her eyes, and did not respond.

She had previously stated clearly in her conversations with students that she needed to use her 50 credits to purchase "Elemental Decay Completion Technology," so she couldn't possibly have any spare money to help the Hoffman family.

But the truth is, the welding torch found a new client in the neighboring Grey Harbor City, which gave her extra money after buying her professional books. She used half of that money to bribe officials, which resulted in a lighter sentence in court, reducing Regel's original sentence of at least 10 years to 6 years.

So where did the other half of the money go?
Well, looking at Goss, who hired a lot of money to hire lawyers but was still severely sentenced, the answer seems quite clear.

Rosalyn received no response from Yvette, but it seemed to be a reply in itself. Sassy lowered her head contentedly and continued to look at the street scene below the apartment building.

Then she saw Briel, dressed in a finely tailored Black Tower High School uniform, appear suddenly by the roadside with two little followers. They looked around, seemingly searching for someone, and after a moment of fruitless searching, they ran to Mrs. Susan's stall, each ordering a pancake with an egg and sausage, and then walked away while eating.

The twilight light fell on the three elite young men who were walking and talking, casting long shadows on the dirty road.

Looking at this scene, Rosalyn smiled and was about to say something to her teacher when she suddenly saw the world in front of her become unreal. The familiar room wallpaper, window frames, and the noise downstairs were like oil paintings soaked in warm water, slowly spreading and melting into a series of hazy and colorful swirling ripples of color.

“It’s over.” Yvette, dressed in a pure white dress, stood up and walked behind her. A brand-new magic ring adorned her slender fingers. Inside were professional documents worth 50 credits, crucial for the manor’s future energy supply.

“Yes, it’s over…” Rosalyn murmured, her expression dazed.

……

In the evening, the two returned to the real world, riding in a nearly wrecked magical motorcycle, all the way from the Blackwater District back to the manor in the Central District.

As they passed the ruins of the dilapidated Black Tower, covered in lush greenery yet still towering high, Rosalyn, sitting in the passenger seat, couldn't help but look up, lost in thought.

She recalled that for Hans and Marie, the Hoffmanns' greatest expectation for them was that they could advance all the way through Black Tower High School to the corresponding university, work at Black Tower Medicine, get promoted, and rise to the top of Ish City.

This is the limit of the Hoffmans' imagination for a better future, and this scene is almost impossible to recreate.

She suddenly felt a little sad, thinking that if one day she could cross the abyss and return to her hometown, she would build a tower there.

But it's not a black tower, it's a white tower, a tower like a lighthouse that can dispel all darkness in the night.

A tower that looks like a teacher.

(End of this chapter)