Fanatics of the Magic Academy

On the way, Rose discovers that the bodies she had marked earlier have been found and taken away.

Only a few bodies, secretly killed, remain.

Although Rose had adapted quite well to the pace of life here, she still felt a bit emotional.

This place was like a wild jungle, and all the homeless people around, including Rose,

They are like hyenas, devouring the rotting corpses of those around them when someone dies.

Even if you feel uncomfortable with this, there's nothing you can do; if you can't adapt, you're doomed.

All Rose can do is develop quickly and get out of her current situation.

Rose activated [Wind Network Perception] again on the way, highlighting the corpses that had died in remote locations.

Perfect timing! I just finished the soup kitchen relief, which is like having a chance to recover mana.

Rose returned home and put the meat in the tent.

Then, he dragged the wet tents, still wrapped in clothes, onto the ground, intending to sell them.

After all, it's not a good solution to just leave them piled up here.

Rose dragged herself a couple of steps before stopping; the waterlogged tent and clothes were just too heavy.

Despite these days of meditation, Rose's strength and agility have both reached 7 points.

But dragging this on is still too much trouble.

He thought about it, and an idea formed in his mind.

He took the clothes out of the tent and piled them aside.

He stretched out his right hand, placed it on his clothes, and began to chant in his mind:

"Wind!"

As the runes of the first-circle storm magic declaration were drawn in his mind.

Rose could clearly sense the movement of the air around her.

He continued chanting:

"Condense, compress!"

The air was compressing towards his palm, but he relied on the control that came with his high level of rationality.

The compression area is set very large, large enough to wrap up this entire pile of clothes.

The surrounding air began to converge and compress in this direction.

The wet garment trembled slightly at first, then began to shrink.

The edges were first rolled up, and the clothes gathered towards the center, eventually shrinking into a sphere.

Under the influence of force, the sphere slowly suspends in mid-air.

As the compression intensifies, thousands of tiny water droplets seep out from the gaps in the fibers.

Slowly, these tiny water droplets began to slide downwards under the influence of gravity.

Eventually, the water gathers into a large droplet at the bottom of the sphere and drips downwards.

Soon, the sphere grew smaller and smaller, and less and less water was squeezed out.

In the end, almost no water could be squeezed out.

Seeing this, Rose deactivated the [Air Compression] function.

The small ball made of clothes fell to the ground and slowly unraveled into a tangled mess of clothes.

Rose touched it; it was still a little damp, but mostly dry.

Rose also twisted the tent a little; she certainly wouldn't dare use compressed air to press it down directly.

Unlike clothes, tents have frames.

After doing all that, Rose stuffed her clothes into the tent, dragged them around for a bit,

It's much lighter than before, and you can drag it around very easily.

"This magic is so convenient!"

Rose couldn't help but sigh.

Soon after, Rose arrived at the slum's recycling center and sold the tents and clothes for 50 marks.

Rose plans to go to the old magician to get the enhancement potion he owes.

Judging by the calculations, Old Deng's health should have almost fully recovered by now.

Rose plans to trade new magic with him in a couple of days.

I'm really afraid that this old man will suck me dry by making so many trades in a short period of time.

Soon after, Rose arrived at the old vagrant's place.

At this moment, the old homeless man sat in the tent, blankly staring, seemingly lost in thought.

Suddenly, he noticed Rose, and his emotions instantly turned agitated, his expression contorted with rage:

"You bastard, you liar, you son of a bitch, you devil born of a whore! You..."

Rose took out the enhancement agent from her pocket and waved it in front of him.

The old homeless man's expression softened instantly, even becoming humble:

"Oh dear, young friend, have you encountered some problem with magic?"

"As your magic mentor, it's my duty to solve your problems!"

666, here comes the face-changing without deducting beans.

Rose shook her head, handed the enhancer to the old homeless man, and said:

"No problem, that magic works very well, I've already learned it."

"This time I'm just here to pay the balance of the last transaction."

The old homeless man smiled kindly and accepted the enhancer, saying:

"It's good that there are no problems..."

Suddenly, he realized something, and a look of astonishment appeared on his thin, numb face as he said:

"What did you say?! You've learned it?"

Rose shrugged and said:

"Yeah, it was really difficult, but after trying a few times, I finally got it."

The old homeless man stared into Rose's eyes; his first thought was that he was lying.

But he only suffered cerebellar atrophy from excessive smoking, not mental retardation.

This was quickly dismissed, because Rose had no reason to lie to him.

The old homeless man looked at Rose with a complex expression. He sighed and said with regret:

"Sigh, if you had been born into an ordinary family, with your talent, you would have been the brightest star in the magic capital."

"But it's a pity you had to be born here..."

Rose did not comment on the old homeless man's words.

He said to the old homeless man:

"Mr. Kenneth, I have no problem with magic now. I'll trade you new magic in a couple of days."

"I just have some other questions I'd like to ask you."

Kenneth was somewhat puzzled:

"Any other questions?"

Rose affirmed:

"Yes, you told me about your experience last time, and although I roughly believed you as a magician."

"But there are some things that I find very puzzling, and I still don't have the answers."

Kenneth scratched his head and said:

"I've told you everything in detail. If you ask me about anything other than magic, in my current state, there are many things I can't remember."

Rose explained:

"It's okay, just tell me as much as you remember. I'm just satisfying my curiosity."

After gaining a deeper understanding of Rosset's talent, Kenneth became much more patient with him:

"Ask away, I'll try my best to answer."

Rose voiced a question that she had never understood before:

"Mr. Kenneth, why did you have to take on a mortgage on top of 40 years of student loans?"

Kenneth shook his head and said:

"You don't understand, many projects require verification of the person in charge's qualifications."

If the person in charge does not have a fixed residence, or if their fixed residence is too rudimentary,

They would be seen as unstable and unreliable, and wouldn't be able to attract investment.

"I see..."

Rose was still somewhat puzzled.

Seeing Rose's confusion, Kenneth continued:

"Actually, everyone is like this, every position requires housing that matches the job title."

Otherwise, they will be seen as unstable, unreliable, and unable to continue performing their duties.

Rose's confusion deepened. Doesn't work not only test one's work ability, but also one's economic strength?

If it's a test of background or connections, Rose can understand it, since such things happened quite often in her past life.

Rose could barely understand what Kenneth was saying, but there were still some parts she didn't quite grasp, and she felt like she was vaguely grasping at something.

Rose felt he was about to delve into the very essence of how this world works.