I made up magic and taught a world-destroying witch?

"Professor," Evelyn said softly.

She stood not far from him, her long silver-white hair fluttering slightly in the wind, her face still bearing a gentle smile that was impeccable.

"We'll have to wait for the association's observers to arrive to address the issues underground. I'll go and comfort the townspeople who were rescued first."

She lowered her eyes slightly and continued:

"They probably heard the commotion here today, and they're likely to be uneasy again."

Joseph nodded.

"Thank you for your help today, Sister."

"No trouble at all," Evelyn said with a smile. "If the professor hadn't intervened in time, we probably wouldn't have been able to get out of the well safely."

Joseph: "It just happened to work."

After all, before those two things came out, he himself didn't know whether they would be effective or not.

You have to understand that when he tried it before, he thought that spark was completely useless. If the situation hadn't been so unforgiving, he would have even considered finding an open space to test it before deciding whether to risk his life.

Evelyn gave a slight smile.

"Many things that are called miracles were originally just coincidences in the eyes of others."

Joseph: "...?"

Evelyn, seemingly oblivious to his momentary silence, continued softly:

"Professor, you've just come out of the well, you should rest first."

With divine protection, I believe we will meet again soon.

She took a half step back and bowed slightly to him.

May your light not be disturbed by darkness.

Joseph: "..."

Why does this blessing sound a little dangerous?

If he were to be disturbed by some darkness again, he might just have to restart on the spot.

However, it wasn't appropriate to directly say, "Sister, your blessing sounds a bit unlucky," so Joseph could only nod politely.

I also wish you peace.

  

After saying this, Evelyn's smile seemed to widen. She bowed again and turned to walk towards the church knights.

Joseph glanced at it and couldn't help but sigh.

The church has a fairly complete staff, and seems much more reliable than the professors at the Royal Academy who only speak cautiously in meetings.

Joseph emerged from the blockade, and Mia immediately approached him.

She glanced at Joseph, then at the direction Evelyn had left, and asked softly:

"Sir, do church blessings really work?"

"It works," Joseph said. "At least it does help with calming the nerves."

Mia nodded thoughtfully.

"If I get too tired from practice, can I ask the church for help?"

Joseph was taken aback.

Wait a minute, how come this is the same idea he was thinking?

He was seriously considering that if the experimental tower were to implement new magic training and increase his spell slots, a stable student mentality would indeed be very important.

The church has mature comfort and blessings, the dwarf merchant guild has low-magic mechanical equipment, and the academy has project funding.

If you put these three together, doesn't it sound like a new magic training system that's gradually maturing?

But as I thought about it, something felt off. He clearly just wanted to scam funding and run away, so why were the project's supporting facilities becoming more and more real?

No, I can't think about it anymore.

If he thought about it any further, he was afraid that he might really become that person in charge of the so-called magical revival.

The most important thing now is that after surviving a near-death experience, people should celebrate appropriately; this is a healthy attitude towards life!

"Let's eat first."

"Eat?" Mia was taken aback, and Grace also looked up at him.

Joseph glanced in the direction of Grey Pigeon Town Market.

"A kebab roll," he said, "didn't you say you hadn't had one yet?"

"Really?" Mia's eyes widened almost immediately.

"Um."

Mia was so happy she almost jumped up on the spot.

"Then it's on me this time!"

"You just received your payment, no need to spend it right away."

"But I already said I would treat you to a meal, sir," Mia said seriously. "And I also want to treat Grace."

"Can I do it too?" Grace paused for a moment.

"Of course," Mia said, looking at her. "You've never tried it either, have you?"

"Thank you." Grace nodded gently.

For some reason, hearing Mia's words calmed down the chaotic feelings in her heart a little, and now she felt as if she had been invited into a new little place.

There was a stall not far outside the blockade line. It seemed that after the abandoned portal was suddenly sealed off, the vendors who originally wanted to take the opportunity to sell the God's Revival Lamp were driven away, and the barbecue roll stall actually became more popular.

The stall owner was a round-faced middle-aged man who was pressing marinated slices of meat onto the hot plate. The oil sizzled and popped up, releasing the aroma of onions, some exotic herbs he couldn't understand, and a touch of spicy sauce, which instantly cheered Joseph up.

Indeed, the meaning of life is sometimes hidden in a piece of hot meat.

Mia ran over there as if she knew the way well.

"Three kebab rolls! Extra sauce! Oh, Grace, can you handle spicy food?"

"I... I should be able to," Grace said hesitantly.

Joseph glanced at her; Grace's statement, which should be acceptable, sounded very unacceptable.

"Her portion should have less chili," Joseph said.

Grace glanced at Joseph.

"Oh right, it's better to eat less the first time," Mia said suddenly.

The vendor worked quickly, rolling up a hot pancake, stuffing it with slices of meat, onions, and sauce, then wrapping it in a piece of coarse paper before handing it to them.

Mia held the kebab roll and became very happy.

"This is it! Sir, the roasted meat rolls in Grey Pigeon Town are really delicious. I always loved them when I came here before!"

Joseph took a bite; the sauce was a bit spicy, the meat slices were grilled until the edges were slightly charred, and there was some kind of herb mixed in.

It's really good; this reminds him of the snack stalls outside his old school.

Even though it looks completely unhealthy from a nutritional point of view, people instinctively feel that this hot food is more like hope for life than the seemingly proper meals in the cafeteria.

Grace carefully held the kebab roll and took a small bite, her eyes widening slightly.

Upon seeing this, Mia immediately asked, "Is it delicious?"

Grace pursed her lips, trying to remain elegant, but a little hot sauce still clung to her lips. She hesitated for a moment, then finally said softly:

"tasty."

"I knew it!" Mia burst out laughing.

Grace chuckled softly as well.

Joseph watched as two students stood on the side of the street in Grey Pigeon eating kebabs and suddenly felt that the scene was quite absurd.

A blacksmith's daughter, the third princess of the empire, and a hapless mentor who only wanted to scam funding and run away—the three of them are now standing not far from the blockade of the abandoned teleportation portal, eating roasted meat rolls quite earnestly.

From any perspective, this team doesn't seem to have much to do with the word "normal".

But Mia seemed very happy, and Grace seemed a little more relaxed as well.

Joseph took a bite of the kebab and suddenly felt that the meal hadn't been a complete waste.

Of course, he didn't pay for it, so the meal wasn't a complete waste of money.

Mia quickly finished her kebab roll, wiped her mouth haphazardly, and looked at Joseph with bright eyes.

"teacher!"

Joseph suddenly had a bad feeling.

"We've all learned a magic trick."

Mia said expectantly:

"So what's the next subject?"