As a villain, I really don't want to be pursued by the heroine.

"Teacher Xue Nuo, are you praising me?"

Jon Snow turned around, a little surprised that the other party actually understood what she meant.

"For now, I guess so. Your grades are great, and you got full marks on the written test, which is enough for you to avoid repeating a grade. I deserve the praise... Sorry, I can't say anything nice." Jon Snow looked away ashamedly.

This is also the case with Jon Snow in the original work.

She has always been cold and rarely shows her gentle side, so she sometimes appears clumsy, but under her frosty face, she always hides a tenderness as gentle as water.

Roy said cheerfully, "Thank you, teacher. Just these words from you are enough for me."

"Besides, I was able to get full marks this time, and it wasn't just because of me. It was also thanks to the teacher."

Without Jon Snow's tutoring, he would have barely passed the exam at best if he had to memorize the material on his own. He might even have to repeat the grade.

The boy's expression was as warm as spring, which made Jon Snow feel relieved, but also made him feel emotional.

This guy is really a good kid.

Jon Snow looked over, his cold eyes flickering with a fleeting glint, as beautiful as an icy soul: "That's all your own credit. Same class, same teacher, there are so many people, but you're the only one who got a perfect score."

"So, you're the best."

Having said that, Jon Snow couldn't help but walk forward, stretched out his hand, and gently rubbed Roy's head.

The soft silver hair brushed past him gently, and a faint cool fragrance lingered. The soft touch spread from the top of his head. The girl's sudden touch caught Roy off guard.

Xue Nuo noticed his strangeness, paused, and apologized: "Sorry, it was subconscious... Do you hate it?"

This action is just like touching Xiaobai, which is too rude.

Roy shook his head but smiled: "No."

After getting the boy's consent, Jon Snow finally relaxed and touched him for a while, his white palm moving up and down in the boy's black hair.

He always touches the little maid's head, and feels fresh when someone else touches it occasionally.

Moreover, if the suitors of [Ice Rose] knew that this cold silver-haired girl also had such a gentle side, they would probably be so envious that they wouldn't be able to stop.

Roy smiled bitterly in his heart.

He didn't act like a good boy at this time.

But, didn't you say you wouldn't praise people? This praise has made me a little proud.

"only......"

But, after all, you are not my student.

It can be said that the time she spent teaching Roy was one of the few happy times in her teaching career.

But when the tutoring ended, this short master-disciple relationship also came to an end.

It would be better if the tutoring days could be longer.

Thinking of this, Jon Snow couldn't help but feel a little regretful, and a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes.

"only?"

"nothing."

Reluctantly withdrawing his hand, Jon Snow shook his head in response to the boy's concern, hiding his loneliness deep in his heart.

No matter what, it is a good thing for Roy to get rid of the problem of cram school and repeating a grade.

As a teacher, I should be happy for him. How can I let my personal feelings disturb his mood?

Ahead is the path leading to the self-built area, while the classroom apartment is in the other direction.

Jon Snow walked to the other side first and gave Roy a faint smile.

"I'm going this way. I won't take you back."

Roy smiled brightly: "Goodbye, teacher."

"...Well, bye."

Looking at the boy's receding back, Jon Snow waved his hand slightly, but stopped for a while, unwilling to leave.

The short-lived teacher-student relationship ended here.

When they meet again, they will probably be like strangers.

It was not until the original boy completely disappeared, until the silver wolf at her feet weakly rubbed against her and urged her to leave, and until the bleak autumn wind blew by, that Jon Snow suddenly came to his senses.

"Goodbye."

As soon as he entered the room, a panel lit up in front of the boy's eyes.

【Congratulations on completing the Fate-Defying Node! 】

[Current Fate-Defying Node Snow Wolf]

[Snow Wolf Fate Reversal Progress]: 10%

[Nia Jasmine]: Favorability +11, current favorability 6 (appreciation)

[Reward]: Fate Reversal Point +1

It must be said that Jon Snow seems to have changed his opinion of himself a lot.

Now I don't have to worry about being picked on by that [Ice Rose], right?

Roy finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Among the four female protagonists, Jon Snow is the most dangerous one.

Being regarded as prey by Jon Snow is like being targeted by a vicious wolf. It is impossible to get rid of it and it is very difficult to deal with.

Especially since the other party is both a noble and a teacher, it is really disadvantageous for a student to make an enemy of him.

But as long as she did her duty as a student and did not violate school rules, the other party would not have any extra interest in her - it would be better to say that she was naturally indifferent and rarely interested in others.

When walking on the street, I probably don’t even bother to look at myself.

The current situation is exactly what Roy wants.

Thinking of this, Roy picked up the milk tea prepared by the maid, took a sip happily, and celebrated his brief victory.

Seeing her master's smiling face, Alice keenly sensed something was wrong.

She leaned closer to Roy, her nose twitching slightly.

There is a faint, light fragrance.

It was not gardenia, jasmine, or osmanthus, but a cool and unfamiliar scent.

The little maid's pupils shrank slightly, and her heart trembled violently.

It seems like the master has hooked up with a new woman again!

Chapter 32: The Debtor

Inside the bar, the lights were dim, the air was damp and cold, and the air was filled with a stale and musty smell.

Unlike most of the lively bars in Vizzeta, most of the people who come here to drink are from the lower class of society with dull eyes and tattered clothes, who spend money to get drunk and seek temporary pleasure in low-quality alcohol.

"puff!"

At the bar, a middle-aged man in a robe spat out a rage, smashing his glass on the spot.

"Damn, this is the best wine you have here? Goblin's piss is no better than this!"

"What a bad luck!"

Enwei shook his head and glanced at the trembling bar, but he didn't even have the mood to curse.

Because Jon Snow reported today's incident to the Academic Affairs Office, he was again punished for "slandering students" and "uncivilized teaching."

The already pitiful salary was reduced even more, so that Enwei could not even afford to go to the House of Mages!

Blame Roy Ironblad! Blame Jon Snow Andrews! Blame this damned college rule for always speaking up for the students!

Having said that, you shouldn't come to a doghouse you've never even heard of!

Enwei spat again, stood up impatiently, and planned to go find another place to get drunk.

But suddenly, a faint smile came to my ears, like a cold wind.

"Mr. Enwei, don't be in such a hurry to leave."

"Who are you riding on?"

The drunk Enwei cursed angrily and stared at the gray-robed man in front of him with great impatience.

"I'm a friend, a friendly friend."

"Oh, playing tricks."

Enwei casually swung his hand, and the pressure of Sequence 6 disdained the strong wind and lifted his hood.

However, it would have been fine if he hadn't opened it. Once he did, he saw a terrifying face that frightened him so much that he sobered up instantly.

The young man had a bald head, a gaunt figure, and pale, bloodless skin. Most importantly, his eyes were empty and fleshless, yet burning with a strange, pale fire.

That cold breath seemed to come from the abyss of Hades.

Enwei was so frightened that he almost sat down.

"Evil, cultists?!"

"Damn it! How dare you show your face? You, do you know who I am? As long as I report to the academy and the society, you will never leave alive!" Enwei shouted in a panic with cold sweat.

But he immediately noticed that the store was eerily quiet. The bartender and customers were staring at him with lifeless eyes and pale faces. He was so frightened that he didn't even dare to scream.

The cultists, especially the necromancers who practiced necromancy, were extremely brutal and every time they appeared, they would cause the deaths of a large number of people.

Envy was about to cry.

What the hell? I'm not a noble, and I don't have any special bloodline, so why am I being targeted by these damn beasts?!

However, the bald young man forced out a smile that seemed kind but a little creepy.

"Don't be alarmed, Mr. Envy."

"I'm [Rotten Hand] Barnes, and like I said, I'm here to make friends."

"Friend?" Enwei's face twitched a little.

"That's right. You just asked, 'Do I know who you are?'" Barnes poured himself a glass of wine, looked at Envy, and nodded slightly: "Of course I know."

"Aren't you just a poor person who has been misappreciated, suffered injustice, and been oppressed by secular powers?"

"Teaching and educating people should be respected. But the noble students used their power to oppress you, and the magic academy didn't care about your pain and didn't give you the respect you deserve."

"All of this is just because you have no power. Don't you think this world is unfair?"

Enwei felt pained by what he said, and his expression twisted.

But he completely forgot that although he was not a noble, he had the opportunity to join the academy when he was young, but he chose the academy just for the sake of comfort.

He will not even remember that it was he who neglected his duties as a teacher first, which led to repeated punishments.

"You're unwilling, aren't you? But these unfair days will soon end. My god will give you supreme power and make all those who have looked down on you pay the price!"

Barnes pulled out a bottle of pale, murky potion.

Enwei instantly recognized the ominous aura and powerful power contained in the potion.

For extraordinary people, there are only two paths to advancement: becoming a noble or a magician. However, both paths require years of hardship.

But the power of the evil god can make him stronger instantly, and he has true power that no nobles or magicians can reach!

But, there is no free business in this world?

Enwei asked in a deep voice, "What do you need me to do?"

Barnes raised the corner of his mouth in satisfaction: "Well..."

"Let those who have despised you bow their heads in repentance before you, before eternal death, before the Lord we serve—starting with Roy Ironblad."

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The final written exams have come to an end. Although there is still a final practical part in the final exams, students rushed out of the school in groups to indulge themselves and enjoy the rare leisure time.

But the work of the teachers has just begun.