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

Chapter 80 Nominal Roles: Starting with a Failed Attempt to Shift Blame

Of course, the sooner the better. Academician Wade has just finished a meeting, and his mind is probably still a little sore from the meeting. Sending him this project, which can be reinvested, at this time will allow him to cover up the previous pain with a greater joy.

"Let's go now." Joseph had just finished speaking when his gaze fell on the largest piece of cake that had been cut off the table.

When it comes to feelings, the worst thing is that things might change if left unresolved for too long, so she decisively went to the table and sat down.

"I'll try a bite first."

"Sir, how does it taste?" Mia asked nervously immediately.

Well, to be honest, they added way too much honey, making it so sweet it hit you right in the head. The edges were also burnt, and the outermost layer of sweet cream wasn't spread evenly. Taking a random bite would make you question your existence.

Overall, it wasn't bad to eat, much better than the disastrous result he had imagined when he first saw its appearance, which is already a very commendable achievement.

"The cooking time was a bit uneven."

Mia's expression tightened slightly, but Joseph continued, "But I personally think it's quite delicious."

Mia: "!"

Grace also looked up at him.

"For your first collaboration, this is already quite good."

Mia immediately laughed and said to Grace, "I told you it worked!"

Grace breathed a sigh of relief; this statement gradually eased the tension in her heart.

Standing to the side, watching Joseph devour cake with almost no pause, Allen couldn't help but exclaim sincerely, "Haha! The professor has such a good appetite!"

Joseph nearly choked on that bite of cake. Was this knight sent by the church to test his patience?

Just as he reached for the water, a glass of warm water was handed to him.

  

"Professor, slow down," Evelyn said softly.

Joseph took the cup and took a sip, finally managing to swallow the piece of cake that had almost gotten stuck in his throat.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome," Evelyn said with a slight smile.

A person may say nice things for the sake of reputation, and may make polite gestures for the sake of appearances, but whether they are willing to let their already full stomach continue to bear the imperfect intentions of their students is something that cannot be faked.

Evelyn lowered her eyes and smiled softly.

Joseph, of course, had no idea what Evelyn was thinking; all he knew was that he had finally gotten rid of the cake.

The moment the plate was empty, Joseph felt a sense of relief that the problem had been completely solved. In short, the matter caused by this inexplicable cake was over!

Joseph stood up, looked at Mia and Grace, and said, "You two continue tidying up the lab. You can also prepare the things you'll need for the experiment the day after tomorrow."

"good!"

"Yes, sir."

Joseph glanced at the remaining cake crumbs on the table to make sure there were no new problems before leaving the experimental tower with Evelyn, Allen, and the teaching assistant.

Academician Wade's office wasn't far from the administration tower. When they arrived, he had clearly just escaped from that meeting. His office was piled high with old files, and Joseph felt a pang of sympathy upon seeing the stack of documents on his desk.

Fortunately, he is only the project leader now, not an academician. Otherwise, if these kinds of meetings were held every day, what would be the difference between being alive and being dead?

"Grantham." Academician Wade glanced up at him, then looked at Evelyn and Allen. "The people from the White Dove Church are here too?"

"Yes," Joseph said. "There's some new information about the wounded from the abandoned portal incident."

Academician Wade's expression didn't change much until he heard Joseph mention that he suspected their coughs would worsen after being stimulated by magic.

"The condition worsened after the magic stimulation?" Academician Wade sat up straight immediately. "Explain in detail."

Joseph naturally stepped aside to make room for Evelyn: "Sister Evelyn has been taking care of them and keeping detailed records. I think she knows the specifics better than I do. Thank you, Sister Evelyn."

Evelyn stepped forward with the file box, placing the record book, symptom chart, and several pre-packaged clothing samples on the table. She said, "The coughs of all six rescued individuals appeared after leaving the old diversion well, varying in severity, with the most severe being that of the dockworker." She opened the record book and handed it to Academician Wade. "Their families and the nuns who cared for them have not yet shown similar symptoms. The association has not detected any obvious magical residue, and the purification blessing has not responded."

Academician Wade took the record book and quickly flipped through it, saying, "Sister, your record is clearer than many of the Academy's official observation reports."

"I was just worried about their situation, so I took extra notes."

Joseph, standing to the side, suddenly felt that things were going more smoothly than he had imagined.

Could he find a more polite moment to quietly leave the office and return this excellent project to the person who truly needs it?

After all, his two students are still in the experimental tower and will be going to Yachao Bay for practical training the day after tomorrow. A mature mentor's time is very valuable.

The more Academician Wade looked, the more excited he became. He suddenly stood up, turned around, walked to the back row of filing cabinets, squatted down, and dragged out a dusty box from the bottom.

When the box was dragged out, a small cloud of dust rose from the ground, and Allen couldn't help but sneeze.

"Haha—Achoo! This box looks very old!"

Academician Wade completely ignored him, reached out and brushed the dust off the box lid, and pulled out a stack of old, yellowed documents.

"I once proposed a hypothesis that some residues do not actively release their magic, so traditional testing may not be able to detect them. They may be very quiet under normal circumstances, even indistinguishable from ordinary dust, stains, or sediment."

He unfolded the yellowed parchment and continued, "But when external magic gets close, they may produce a secondary reaction."

"In other words—" Evelyn said softly.

"In other words, what you suspect now is an abnormal residue that reacts to magic!"

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The office fell silent, and a thought slowly crept into Joseph's mind: this old man might not have actually been betting recklessly back then.

If this were a different era, Academician Wade might have become a pioneer in the field of research on residual abnormal magic in his youth, instead of sitting in the Royal Academy torturing each other with a group of old professors.

Of course, it's not too late now.

The main thing is that this mess seems to have finally found its destined owner.

Joseph immediately seized the opportunity and said, "Since the academician has conducted comprehensive research in this area, it would be most appropriate to entrust the follow-up investigation to you. Unfortunately, I still have to prepare for the association's review in a month, so I really can't be of much help."

Leave professional matters to professionals. He, as the project manager who still has the pressure of review, should go back and continue to take care of himself.

After listening, Academician Wade nodded and said, "Okay."

Joseph felt a sense of relief. It worked; the old man was indeed easy to talk to.

He was just about to say that he would go back to the experimental tower when Academician Wade lowered his head and flipped through the old documents again, saying, "The project will be registered under your name."

Joseph: "————What?"