Miss Wang Weina, even your cousin won't do!

It doesn't need to be too complicated. For example, setting off a fire is a very common action, but different people use it in different ways. Take Talulah, Lava, and Eyjafjalla for instance. Talulah's fire can melt a street in an instant, Eyjafjalla's fire is like the eruption of Mount Pompeii, and Lava's fire can heat up Hibiscus's furnace.

While the latter might be considered more terrifying in some ways, from a purely visual perspective, Talulah or Eyjafjalla's flames are undoubtedly more impressive and visually stunning. Wayne plans to learn the art of using water if fire isn't an option, and electricity if water isn't an option. There are so many basic Originium Arts available, and he doesn't often need to personally intervene; handling these situations is sufficient.

There were few people in the library in the afternoon. It wasn't afternoon tea time yet, so even lazy maids wouldn't choose a place like the library to slack off. Theresa and Vina were busy dealing with piles of official business. Apart from Kal'tsit, there was no one else in the library.

Kal'tsit?

Wayne waved and greeted him.

What are you doing here? Have you eaten yet?

Kal'tsit, sitting on the other side of the long table, frowned upon hearing the sound, looked up, put her finger to her lips, and made a "shh" gesture to Wayne.

"Loud noise is prohibited in the library."

Wayne nodded apologetically, and Kal'tsit then replied:

"I'm looking for two books here. Princess Theresa is too busy, so she asked me to help her find them. Also, Your Highness Wayne, the way you asked me questions reminded me of the people of Yan."

Wayne smiled silently. It was noon, and as a Chinese person who loves to eat, asking if someone had eaten was a matter of courtesy.

But jokes aside, is Theresa really that busy? She even has to ask Kal'tsit to help her find the book. Should I go and help them?

Hey, what am I thinking? Let whoever wants to handle government affairs go; I'm not going. Even if I did, I wouldn't know how, I couldn't do it! Thanks.

"What book is it that you're looking for, Theresa? I remember most of the books in this library. Tell me, and I might know where it is."

Wayne offered to help. He wasn't exaggerating; in the days immediately after his transmigration, when the King of the North was dead, the royal family had been purged, and Wayne hadn't yet figured out a way to bring Vina back, he spent his days immersed in the library.

After all, there aren't that many fun games in this world, and you get tired of reading newspapers too often. As a prince who is "immersed in the grief of his father's death" and awaiting the throne, Wayne can't possibly participate in those fancy entertainment activities. Even balls and social salons are prohibited during the national mourning period. Apart from immersing himself in the library, Wayne really has no other choice.

Are you suggesting I sit by the window and count sheep while looking at the clouds? That would be so idiotic. Wayne has probably been a idiot for a year now. I'm glad I'm still just watching for fun and haven't been assimilated.

His mental strength is very strong, which may not be of much use in other areas, but his memory is exceptionally good. Otherwise, how could he remember his memories from before he transmigrated so clearly? He remembers most of the contents of the books in the library that he has read, and if he has never read them, he knows their approximate location as long as he has glanced at them.

Kal'tsit nodded in surprise. On every peaceful night, when nothing happened, she would come alone to the Royal Archives, the premier literary center of Victoria, and even the entire Terra, in the dead of night, to read the books there and absorb knowledge that was rarely available in ordinary times. But even so, she dared not say that she remembered every single book there.

Kal'tsit felt that Wayne's words were somewhat bluffing, but she still answered truthfully:

"The Birth and Development of Originium Arts" and "A First Look at the Spirit - Our Consciousness Empire." These two books.

Wayne blinked and answered casually:

"The Birth and Development of Originium Arts is on A-003-14-8. If no one has touched it, it should be there. This book is sold in any bookstore. It is a textbook written by a magic master from Letania—I think his name was Daniel. It is said that this is the first book that every Letania learns about Originium magic."

"As for the second book..."

Wayne stroked his chin. The term "Consciousness Empire" is not commonly seen in books. As the most extensive knowledge and understanding of the spiritual realm among Terran humans, it appears in books such as those on mental illness, magical exploration, and a series of books with some metaphysical elements. Judging from the name alone, this seems to be a very ordinary introductory book for spiritual learning, just like the book we just read.

But Wayne had little recollection of the book.

He frowned, thought about it carefully again, but still couldn't recall it, so he shook his head:

"The second book shouldn't be in the library. That's strange; if it's not here, where else in the world could it be?"

Just in case, Wayne pressed the call button on the desktop and summoned the librarian, instructing the pretty Miss Flynn to fetch the library's catalog.

Looking at the massive, almost brick-like catalogue of dozens of books that filled an entire bookshelf, Wayne swallowed hard. He muttered:

“I will definitely hire Rhine Life to help me with my entire data management system in the future.”

"It's alright, Your Highness, I'll find it." Kal'tsit seemed a little uneasy, but seeing Wayne's dumbfounded expression, she still took the initiative to do the job.

Wayne waved his hand: "Never mind, since we're already here, let's look together." He pulled out a chair, sat down, took out a catalog, opened it, and asked:

"By the way, what does Theresa want with these two books?"

Kal'tsit looked at Wayne suspiciously and asked, "You didn't know?"

Wayne paused, then asked, "Know what?"

"Didn't Princess Theresa tell you? One of the conditions Patriots and Theresa returned and joined Babel Tower was that Princess Theresa fulfilled Frostnova's wish: to alleviate the complications of Oripathy and stop her from growing cold. Princess Theresa discovered that the cause of [Immortal Freeze] was not only Oripathy but also her complete unfamiliarity with the use of Originium Arts, causing spells to leak out during Originium conduction and making it difficult to stop. So she decided to find some teaching materials and act as a substitute teacher to teach Frostnova how to control her Originium Arts and mental power."

After the conversation, Wayne only understood that Theresa was acting as a substitute teacher and teaching Yelena magic.

This is great news! Wayne immediately raised his hand:

"Can I join one?"

Kal'tsit opened her mouth, feeling both amused and exasperated.

No, Your Highness Wayne, are you so free that you have the time and inclination to become a teacher and teach others how to control magic?

However, Kal'tsit reconsidered, thinking that giving Wayne something to do to prevent him from slacking off all day was a good thing. Having him as a tutor to Theresa would also lighten her teaching load—Her Highness had never done teaching before—so she simply nodded in agreement.

"Then come find me this afternoon, and I'll take you to the classroom."

Chapter 179 Regarding the matter of my husband, who is [censored] years younger than me, wanting to be my student.

After working overtime to finish her regular work in the morning, Theresa hurriedly ate lunch and, carrying the prepared teaching materials, went to an empty room on the third floor of the palace.

She had already asked Vina about this room; it had never been used, making it perfect as a classroom for Frostnova. Theresa had promised Yelena that she would cure her permafrostbite and she would keep her word. The first step was to help Yelena learn how to control her Originium Arts. If she continued to unconsciously activate them, even stabilizing her mental strength wouldn't cure her coldness.

Once this step is completed, she will take Miss Frostnova to ask Mr. Bruce for help in filling Frostnova's gaps.

The reason Theresa didn't approach Mr. Bruce right away was because she didn't want to bother Wayne. Theresa, you're already indulging in enough cat-petting; at least when it comes to these mundane little things, you should be someone who can help Mr. Bruce!

Wayne has already done a lot; his ingenious schemes and unexpected contingency plans all require time to prepare, and the effort and trouble involved in preparing them are far beyond Theresa's imagination. She doesn't want to trouble Wayne during his few days of rest. What if she disturbs Mr. Bruce from outlining his plans? If she can handle it herself, she'll do it; if she really can't, then she'll ask Mr. Bruce for help.

Relying on Mr. Bruce for everything will lead to laziness and make you a useless person!

However, when she took a deep breath and, with the nervousness and excitement of becoming someone's teacher for the first time, pushed open the door to the room, she heard familiar voices coming from inside.

Theresa's face stiffened, and she poked her head in with some confusion, her gaze meeting that of Wayne and Yelena, who were looking towards the exit as the door was opened.

Wayne happily raised his hand to greet Theresa:

Good afternoon, Theresa! You've had a long day!

“Ah…uh?” Theresa’s voice faltered for a moment before she finally entered the room, placing her books on the lectern that had been moved to serve as a lectern. “Good afternoon, Mr. Bruce.”

She couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing here?"

Kal'tsit covered her face, awkwardly averting her gaze, not daring to look at Theresa's face, and explained in a low voice, "His Highness Wayne ran into me in the library. He helped you find the two books you requested, and even offered to come to the classroom to help out."

Seemingly realizing that her actions had indeed caused Theresa trouble, Kal'tsit apologized:

"I apologize, Your Highness, for not having a chance to tell you about this beforehand. But it's not a bad thing that Prince Wayne is here, is it?"

Of course, it's not a bad thing. Having been separated from Wayne for so long, Theresa naturally wanted to spend a few days with him, but time is always limited. Theresa had just too many things to do: helping Vina with Victoria's political affairs, scheming against Theresis in the Military Council, preparing for the construction of the Tower of Babel with Kal'tsit, arranging for trusted Sarkaz to go to Rembiton to find the recorded excavation sites, and all sorts of other minor but necessary tasks. Now, with the added task of teaching Frostnova, the fact that Theresa could still find some time in the evening to have a peaceful dinner with her family shows that her time management skills were almost perfected.

If it were Wayne, he would have given up long ago if he had to do so much every day.

Now that Wayne is involved in the class, it has inadvertently increased the time the two spend together, which Theresa is overjoyed about, not to mention that Wayne's abilities can provide a lot of help in teaching.

Moreover, if Wayne could grow to like Yelena, this little girl from Katus, during the teaching process, she wouldn't need to bother persuading Wayne to save this Ursus girl with a tragic past. When she agreed to help Wayne with the task of saving Yelena without her consent, Theresa hesitated for a long time. Even after promising to help Yelena persuade Wayne, she was still unsure of herself.

First, she impulsively ventured alone into the Ursus tundra against Wayne's wishes. Then, she made decisions for Wayne without his consent, bringing back a girl infected with Oripathy and asking him to treat her. Even Theresa herself felt her behavior had gone too far. If Wayne hadn't been so tolerant and understanding of her, bordering on indulgent, and if she hadn't lacked much fear or aversion towards Oripathy patients, she probably would have been despised by Wayne long ago for her actions.

If he could like Miss Yelena and become friends with her, Theresa would feel better.

Thinking of this, Theresa raised her head and glanced furtively at Wayne and Yelena. Yelena's face still held a hint of restraint, which was normal. When she first entered Victoria's palace, her trepidation and hesitation were no less than Frostnova's. It was only natural to feel guilty. But apart from that, Yelena's face showed no further fear or discomfort.

Theresa breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, Mr. Bruce was an incredible person. No matter who he was with, what social class they came from, or what their status was, he treated everyone equally, never putting on airs or showing any disrespect. Easygoing...yes, that's it, easygoing. Mr. Bruce was truly an easygoing person.

Speaking of which, being able to teach students alongside Mr. Bruce is quite an exciting thing.

Theresa envisioned the two of them standing on the podium, with her outlining the theory and Wayne using his extraordinary mental power to execute spell after spell that existed only in theory and had never been truly realized. They cooperated and helped each other, perhaps able to solve countless unsolved mysteries of the academic world of Terra and put an end to countless academic disputes that were difficult to resolve.

They might even gain a brand new title—the most legendary scholar couple on earth?

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Bruce."

Theresa put away her fantasies, smiled and nodded to Wayne, reaching out to hand him a book so he could prepare lesson plans in advance. However, the person who reached out to take the lesson plans was not Wayne, but Kal'tsit standing to the side.

Kal'tsit covered her face, her eyes darting around, which puzzled Theresa.

"What's wrong, Kal'tsit?"

"His Highness Wayne is seated in the audience."

Kal'tsit said tactfully.

She hadn't expected this either, until Wayne entered the classroom, sat down in the chair below the podium, and greeted Yelena:

"Hello, Miss Yelena, I'm your classmate, you can just call me Bruce."

Theresa stared blankly for a moment, glanced at Wayne, then at Kal'tsit, then at Wayne again, then at Kal'tsit again, and finally uttered a single word in a daze:

"Eh?"

Some fantasies shattered before they even began.

"No, huh? But why?"

What is this? About my husband, who is [censored] years younger than me, wanting to be my student and have forbidden teacher-student play with me?

Leave slip for school-wide nucleic acid testing

The whole school is undergoing nucleic acid testing due to the epidemic. We were queuing up on the playground in the middle of the night. I need to take leave to update today, and I'll make up for it tomorrow.

Someone asked me why the banner on the homepage of the large bookshelf wasn't updated. Actually, I did add it.

These past few days, I've been posting almost 4,000 words per chapter on the big bookshelf, just without splitting them into two. This is because the last time I cut a chapter in half, the readers were furious. If you all prefer reading separate chapters, I'll cut it in half next time.

Don't worry, it's just a campus lockdown. I haven't heard of any outbreaks on campus, and my health code hasn't turned yellow.

I'll make it up tomorrow, I'm very sorry.

Chapter 180 Wayne's Originium Theory

"Focus, Yelena. Ice-based Originium Arts emphasize restraint, but the range of your spells is just too large."

Theresa taught earnestly, a faint white light shimmering in her hands as she mimicked Yelena's ice rings, releasing them outwards.

"It has a large range but low power. When facing a strong enemy, the Ice Ring attack cannot achieve the effect of killing them in one blow. It can only be used as a cleanup spell to clear the battlefield."

Just as she said, the halo that Theresa imitated spread outwards, looking incredibly powerful, but when it hit Wayne and Yelena, it only felt slightly hot. Like the hot wind of midsummer.

Yelena nodded knowingly. Theresa then adjusted the intensity of the light, turning it from diffused to inward-focused, condensing it into a spear of light, which she then aimed at the training dummy that had been prepared beforehand and threw it out.

This time, the dummy didn't just sway; the armored dummy was pierced through by the light spear, leaving a molten, hollow hole in its chest.