Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 134 I will solve problems in my own way

To ordinary people, contact with undead creatures is something to be avoided. The negative energy they unintentionally emanate can easily affect the physical and mental state of the living.

Aglaia herself didn't care, but she was mainly worried about her mother and sister, and stood at the door of her house, caught in a dilemma.

As a mentor and savior, Ovisga should not be treated coldly, both morally and logically.

After spending some time together, Aglaia had already determined that Ovisga possessed thinking and judgment abilities comparable to a normal person, and was by no means a manipulated puppet, so she took the initiative to ask for Ovisga's thoughts.

Ovisja clearly stated that the cramped living space was not conducive to reconnaissance and the full utilization of his abilities.

Both parties reached an agreement.

Aglaia allowed Ovisga to roam freely in the neighborhood at night.

What is a long night in the eyes of mortals is but a fleeting moment for the immortals whose lifespan is nearly eternal.

A glimmer of light gradually appeared in the deep night.

Outside the Wizarding Division, the two sisters chatted and laughed quietly to pass the time.

The journey here was smooth.

Although Aria was not a student of Violet Academy, the old gatekeeper readily allowed her to pass because of her affiliation with the Blue Rose family on her student ID, registering her as a family member of a student.

The two sisters walked hand in hand in the middle of the academy's path. Alia, like a curious child, kept asking all sorts of questions.

Aglaia answered patiently.

"I wish I could study at Violet Academy someday..." Aria expressed her hope in a very innocent way.

Aglaia couldn't bear to shatter her sister's vision: "Perhaps, there will always be a chance."

In fact, that's not the case at all. Aria, who was frail from childhood, could never have become a professional.

Even if you follow the exact same path as Aglaia, you cannot replicate it.

Same parents, different fates. Alia's eyes held undisguised desolation.

Aglaia didn't know how to comfort him and racked her brains for a solution.

The only option left was to tell her sister about the Blue Rose family's recruitment of maids.

We initially considered that she was too young and might have difficulty adapting to the job.

After all, Aria is only ten years old!

"Becoming a maid? That means I can work alongside my sister?"

"Perhaps! There will be more opportunities to meet in the future. I think you're still too young, so it's not really appropriate right now."

"No! I think it's perfect. Many people become maids younger than me, and I'm over ten years old! When my contract expires in ten years, I'll still be young at twenty."

Arya eventually convinced her sister.

As the daylight grew brighter, Gargamel, the three-eyed raven, leaped from the shrine onto the top of the demon statue, looking down at the three figures waiting at the gate.

"I've seen you before! Aglaia, right? And what's with the little girl next to you?"

"Lord Gargamel, she is my sister, a student's family member. She won't be coming often in the future, so please make an exception!"

"Fine! I'm in a good mood today, haha..."

The three-eyed raven shook its head and swayed its body in a flamboyant manner.

The fact that the wizard's servants were his family members was not a reason for letting him pass. It was only because the little girl wouldn't cause any trouble.

Generally speaking, Aria's strength is no higher than that of a wizard's pet.

Although Aglaia had described the interior of the Wizarding House to her sister beforehand with limited vocabulary, Alia was still deeply shocked and terrified when she saw it with her own eyes.

The skeletal guardian's towering figure silently exuded a sense of oppression, its eyes, burning with soul fire, filled with indifference towards living beings.

"Close your eyes and don't look."

Arya held her sister's hand nervously, her palms sweating profusely. Only when the chill behind her was gone did she open her eyes again.

The two walked slowly until they reached their destination: dormitory number 17 in the Pale Courtyard.

Good morning, Aglaia…

Good morning, Mr. Butler.

Upon learning that the two sisters had not eaten, Mussophie immediately went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

I recently bought a Mingwen oven and last night I made a batch of white bread, heated it slightly with milk, and also made two quail eggs and a pork chop.

It wasn't a lavish meal for a nobleman. However, Arya hadn't eaten so satisfyingly in a long time.

Cream-filled white bread, as well as cheese and honey-filled bread, were usually only available during holidays and festivals. Ordinary people generally only had hardened dark bread and mashed potatoes as their staple food.

"Are you Aglaia's sister?" The panda sat opposite the little girl, his furry paws supporting his chin.

"That's right! Mr. Bear!" The tea-haired loli smiled sweetly.

"My name is Mussophie! Please call me Mr. Butler," the Pandaman emphasized.

"Aria! You must listen to the butler!" Aglaia patted her sister's head.

It's destined to be a busy day.

Hua Yun took a long-awaited leave and agreed to help pick up the children from the convent as they were discharged.

I waited in the corridor of the inpatient department before the agreed time.

The black-haired mature woman looked gloomy, silently recalling the moment she confessed her feelings yesterday.

For some reason, it was as if I were possessed, blinded by some force, that I said incredibly shameful things. Every time I think about it, I can't help but grit my teeth; it's arguably the most unforgettable dark history of my life.

However, what's done is done, and there's no going back.

She had to admit that she was attracted, that her heart fluttered for a moment.

The so-called lofty righteousness and selfless dedication may just be a means to mask goodwill.

Honestly, if it were another man, would I have been so proactive?

The answer is no!

However, her burning passion went unanswered.

The boy's reaction was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head; he said indifferently, "I will solve the problem in my own way."

What does "your own way" mean? Is it simply a matter of not wanting to?

Hua Yun felt wronged, realizing that her charm ultimately couldn't withstand reality.

Two thousand gold coins is indeed too high a price to pay! It's understandable that a rational man would refuse.

At least, the little boy isn't a brainless lecher.

Hua Yun felt a deep sense of loss.

Once recognized as one of the four beauties of the academy, she had many suitors, and her charm had been proven time and again.

Many noble young masters are still making strong advances towards her. However, Hua Yun has never been moved by anyone.

She's almost twenty years old this year, and her family thinks her marriage shouldn't be delayed any longer.

Hua Yun has given it serious thought and consideration.

Choose someone you can get along with long-term and who you don't dislike, rather than simply looking at their power and status.

Currently, he still has high-quality suitors around him, including 27-year-old Barov, the heir to a marquisate.

He is honest and loyal in relationships, and has never had any scandals. He has confessed his love to her many times and promised to marry her with the respect due to a principal wife.

Unfortunately, his appearance was too rough; the image of a bald, bearded, tough guy was completely unappealing to Hua Yun. She even felt an instinctive aversion to the thought of him.

(End of this chapter)