Understand humans!

"I met a former disciple."

"Disciple? Sir, you are so young, you also have a disciple?"

Sheila was a little shocked. Lord Aura didn't look like an adult yet. At Aura's age, Sheila was still struggling to complete the magic teaching assignments assigned by the teacher.

But Master Aura already has a disciple.

But the immortal species are like this, the smaller one is the teacher, and the older one is the student - I don't know which type of immortal species Lord Aura is.

Or is it that she is not an immortal species, but just a human with good talents?

"I have a lot, most of them are old."

"Did you have a conflict with your disciples this time?"

"There was a conflict."

"How can a disciple like you still lay hands on your teacher?"

"It was just a test."

"What kind of test is this? It's so cruel. There's blood. If you hadn't said it was a test for the disciples, I would have thought it was a life-and-death fight. Are you okay, sir?"

"I wasn't hurt, I just taught a disobedient disciple a lesson."

"Did the disciple do something wrong?"

“I must have done something wrong.”

Aura's eyes flashed with confusion. She went to the cliff because she sensed the murderous intention. She came to San Lorenzo for the development of human magic education and did things that were beneficial to mankind. Those who came to stop her or even assassinate her at this time were naturally pests to humans.

From a human perspective, that human did something wrong.

From the perspective of the demons, it doesn't matter whether you do it right or not.

It is natural for demons to kill humans, and no reason is needed.

Seeing the dull atmosphere, Xila came forward, patted Aura on the back, and made a joke:

"Then you, as a teacher, also have a responsibility and should punish yourself."

"Am I responsible, too?"

Aura picked up a rusty magic apprentice badge with his fingers. It was a style from more than 20 years ago and was no longer useful. Even if it was sold as a cultural relic, it would not be worth much because it was not very old.

The hunchbacked magician, who had become a bandit, actually still kept it.

Aura thought of the old magician today, who finally rushed to him at the moment of his death and stretched out his severed hand to touch the hem of his clothes.

He is already at this age where there is no room for improvement, but he has only just touched the level of a first-level magician. He is not a talented magician.

But it is undeniable that this human is a determined magician.

The struggle at the moment of death brought a lot of fun to Aura.

Such an interesting human being, I actually didn’t remember his name before.

“…Maybe I am really responsible.”

Aura nodded, agreeing with Sheila's words. She pulled Sheila's clothes and wiped the blood off the axe blade.

This time when she was hunting humans, the prey struggled too hard, leaving its body incomplete, and even Aura lost her appetite to eat it.

but--

Congratulations, Christopher, you passed the test.

You passed.

At the end of your life, you became an excellent magician. Even when facing the invincible ferocious demons, you never put down your staff until your death.

-

On the edge of San Lorenzo, Count Byron's Palace.

Although according to the laws of the empire, a city can only serve as the fief of an earl, but Earl Byron is a special case. Unlike Earl Conrad, who actually controls the taxation and public security of this place, Earl Byron only enjoys the title of earl, but has no real power and no fiefdom.

Earl Byron's ancestors were wealthy businessmen. When a certain important figure in a certain empire led his army to expand the territory, Earl Byron provided financial assistance to that important figure when there was an unexpected shortage of food and fodder, which was a quite significant help.

After a complicated game of chess, the Byron family finally obtained an honorary title.

Although they had no real power, at least they had joined the circle of aristocrats, allowing the Byron family to touch things that they had not been able to touch before when doing business.

At the same time, his aristocratic status also attracted the flattery of some people who used to look down on the status of merchants.

Lord Byron was pleased with this.

After expanding your social circle, there will be people who will take the initiative to help you find solutions for things that you were unable to do before.

Winton, the treasurer of the Magic Association, is one of them.

"Winton, has the new minister done anything big recently?"

Winton was a frequent visitor to Byron's house. Byron called Winton his close friend, and Winton also regarded Byron as a friend. However, how true this friendship was was only known to the two of them.

Winton ate some fruit cakes brought by the servants of the Earl's Mansion, thought for a while, and shook his head:

"Just as you expected, Earl Byron, the new minister quickly took control of the Magic Association's expatriates at the township level. After cutting off Earl Conrad's hands and feet for the first time, the action stopped, and the institutional reform of the association has not yet been implemented."

"Conrad's limbs were all cut off. How did she do it?" Byron was not concerned about the new minister's recent silence, but noticed the fierceness of her methods.

It stands to reason that those people had received a lot of benefits from Conrad, and the Earl's power was still there. How could they submit to the new minister so quickly under coercion and inducement?

"The man carrying the axe went and visited each of the association's names on the list."

“… courageous.”

No wonder, power and benefits are nothing compared to life.

This is also like what that person did. On the first day, she caused chaos in the castle of Count Conrad, the ruler of this place. Is there anything she can't do?

But the nobles would not give in just because of a single shock.

No matter how powerful that person is, he is just a magician.

No matter how powerful a magician is, he is still human.

As long as you are human, you will have weaknesses.

The nobles are not good at dealing with magicians, but they are good at taking advantage of human nature.

"But..." Byron frowned as he recalled Aura's performance at the banquet. "That girl is stubborn. Conrad politely showed his willingness to cooperate with her and even promised her power, but she still couldn't be moved. How can you control someone who doesn't want power?"

"It depends on the money—" Winton reminded.

"No, judging from her clothes, she's not a magician who's short of money. And you should have noticed how much she eats. Do you think an ordinary family can afford to feed her? If she only eats the salary from the association, I'm afraid she'll bankrupt even the president of the Magic Association headquarters."

Chapter 115 Why Hide It?

"You are overthinking this, Lord Earl. No one can resist money. Magicians need to buy precious magic books to practice, and they need a lot of magic materials to improve their skills. If they want to study a certain topic, they need a lot of money to prepare experimental materials and experimental sites. Money is a problem that no matter how powerful a human magician is, he cannot escape." Winton smiled calmly.

"It's impossible for her to be a cursed person from the demon clan, relying on killing to improve her magic. She must be short of money."

"I understand, but..." Byron frowned slightly. He remembered the arrogant attitude of the tall figure with purple hair at the banquet. He never took off his hat from beginning to end. "Even if that person desires money, will she really betray her principles for this desire?"

"My lord, the new minister is not short of money, but the Magic Association has so many mouths waiting to be fed, they will always be short of money."

Upon hearing this, Earl Byron glanced at Winton:

"Are you here to seek wealth for yourself?"

"how come?"

"Don't assume I don't know. If your branch reports the donated money to the headquarters, you can withhold a portion of it and distribute it to all branch members as salaries."

"Lord Byron, I know you well."

"Don't talk about those nonsense. I don't care how much benefit you can get from it. I only care about whether I can bribe the Magic Association with this."

"Of course they can. The magicians in the association branch are also human beings. Who wouldn't be happy if their salary doubled? Even for magicians who don't care about money, after handing over this part of the money to the headquarters, they will get more magic materials from them. They must care about this."

Byron was slightly relieved after hearing Winton's reply.

As long as they can find a loophole in the Magic Association and use it to create a gap, the nobles can slowly erode it and eventually turn the Magic Association branch into their own power.

By then, the new minister will be left alone, and no matter how capable he is, he will have no choice but to cooperate obediently.

Count Conrad had tried to bribe her with power once before, but was decisively rejected. This time, Byron tried with money. He didn't believe that there were really people in the world who didn't care about power and money!

Anyone who grows up in human society will inevitably be influenced by these two desires. Unless he is a wild beast born in the deep mountains and forests and eating fur and blood, it is impossible for him to refuse the temptation of power and wealth given by the nobles!

"But what if she rejects me?" Although he was certain in his heart, Earl Byron still had a bad feeling.

"Even if the new minister really despises money, it doesn't matter. The other people in the Magic Association will support him for their own interests. Even the minister can't cover everything with one hand."

-

Aura walked into the magic academy of the association's branch and walked around the classrooms.

I couldn't help but frown.

Isn’t this too broken?

Unlike the association's departments that look impressive from the outside, the truly important educational venue, where magic apprentices take classes, is in a dilapidated state. Not only are all the various instruments damaged and have not been replaced for many years, the floor and walls are also peeling off.

It's obvious at first glance that shoddy work was done during its construction.

Where did the funds approved by the association's headquarters go? What's the point of just building an external facade?

Does it mean that just because a person looks good from the outside, he can become a good student?

Especially the cafeteria! The cafeteria should also be repaired!

Who can eat just those few dishes?

It must be changed frequently, once a day!

When checking on the San Lorenzo branch at headquarters, didn’t it report that it had sufficient funding and was operating well?

How can this be good?

Aula sat down in the cafeteria and ordered an extra-large portion of mashed potatoes and carrot soup, but couldn't finish it until he had scooped half of it with a spoon.

She has always had a good appetite and can eat most human delicacies. Even if they are a little unpalatable, Aura will just treat them as nutritional supplements and finish them all in one gulp without caring about the taste.

But now, Aula really had no appetite. The food was too monotonous and the ingredients were not cooked well. Aula would only eat like this when hunting in the mountains. At that time, Aula could eat it because of the smell of blood.

Here, where should Aura go to get a touch of blood, and from whose hot heart should he scrape out sweet blood to add to his taste?

Aura felt himself getting angry again.

She didn't know why, but she had never been in a good mood since she left Kribi and came to San Lorenzo.

Perhaps it was because the threat of Volame was no longer around, Aura really wanted to go on a killing spree in San Lorenzo and tear something to pieces!

"Sir, so you are here... We got a lot of money."

Suddenly, a man walked in from the cafeteria door. He looked around and found Aura in the corner. He hurried over and whispered in Aura's ear.

It was none other than the Society’s treasurer, Winton.

After Byron sent people to transport money, gold and silver to the association's branch, he was the first person to receive the news. He hurried to report to the minister and at the same time test Aura's attitude.

"A lot of money!"

Aula's eyes lit up, and his appetite returned immediately, while his bloodthirsty desire disappeared.

After finishing his meal in a few bites, he quickly asked Winton to take him to see it.

"This way——"

As Winton led the way humbly in front, he felt delighted.

Looking at the new minister's energetic eyes, it is not known how much of the earl's donation this time can be intercepted by the minister. As the financial officer, he will definitely get a lot.

The branch keeps three points and reports seven points to the headquarters - this is Winton's usual practice and also the safest approach.

However, if there is a minister to support it, it is not impossible to retain 70%.

Winton calculated silently in his heart.

Walking out of the cafeteria with Aura, Winton looked back at the crude cafeteria with disdain, wondering why the minister wanted to eat in this filthy place where poor people gathered.

Maybe he's short of money. Once the Minister has money, he can get away from here.