The guest rooms were naturally arranged with two people in one room, and naturally for safety reasons, Flatt and Sfin, the lively couple, lived together, naturally Lanis and Gray lived in one room, and naturally Shinji and Weber lived together.
As a matter of course—well, not as a matter of course this time.
Originally, Waver and Shinji were planning to play online games until late at night, but after a dinner that seemed calm but was actually turbulent, neither of them was in the mood.
Weber stood by the windowsill, smoking a cigar one after another.
Shinji leaned on the sofa with his eyes closed, and the fluctuations of magic power in his body never stopped from beginning to end.
This state lasted for about half an hour before Weber threw the cigarette butt high out of the window and turned to ask.
"What do you think?"
"What do you think?"
Shinji opened his eyes, and the originally steady magic power suddenly turned fast, creating a gust of air, sweeping the smell of smoke out of the window.
"An invitation from Baruyereta." Weber closed the window and drew the curtains.
"What can I say? Just agree to it. If you don't take advantage of a good opportunity, you're a bastard."
Hearing such a straightforward answer, Waver's mouth twitched.
"It's not easy to take advantage of this. Once you eat it, you can't spit it out."
"If you can't spit it out, then don't spit it out. You are not unaware of the attitudes of the young lady and your teacher. You don't need to worry about them. As long as you don't forget your original intention, you are free to do whatever you want, including joining the hostile faction."
"That's why I'm worried." Waver sighed. "Lord Baruyereta is right. The philosophy of the El-Melloi classroom is closest to the Creative Department. Once their mark is left on us, it will be difficult to wash it off."
"Beauty—tsk tsk, the young and fresh meat ten years ago was okay, but now the old and bastard is better off. If you really want to be beautiful, take a half-year break and take good care of yourself. Don't you see how bad your complexion is?"
Shinji crossed his legs and looked at Waver with squinted eyes. The latter's face was full of embarrassment.
"Fuck you, you know I'm not talking about that, it's the political risk."
"Come on, you are only good at teaching and having good eyesight, but you are a rookie in politics. Instead of thinking about it here, you should consult the opinions of experts."
"Expert?" Weber nodded thoughtfully. "Lenice?"
"You still say you hate her, but she's the first person that comes to mind. Miss Lanis is very good, but she's too young and inexperienced to compete with the Lord of Baruyereta. It'll take another ten or twenty years."
"Who are you talking about?" Waver decisively ignored Shinji's complaint.
"Your teacher's wife, Madam Sora. Just as Lanis supported you, Madam Sora has been supporting your teacher over the past few years. It is because of her support that your teacher was able to concentrate on his studies and eventually earned the title of 'Modern Hohenheim'. Although it is a bit of boasting, if he keeps up the good work, he may be able to reach that level."
Who is Hohenheim? He is the most important founder of modern magic. Whether it is the rediscovery of the four elements or the redefinition of the three elements, they are the core foundation of modern magic. In terms of technology, it is equivalent to Tesla's alternating current system or even Einstein's theory of relativity.
Moreover, unlike Orange who kept his research results strictly confidential, many of Kenneth's papers were published publicly, and countless magicians benefited from them, which created the glory of El-Melloi.
The outside world attributes the success to Kenneth himself, but forgets that human time is limited. There are only 24 hours in a day, and being distracted by politics will inevitably divert time from magic research. Kenneth has come this far in ten years, and his wife Sora has made an indelible contribution.
"Mrs. Sora... is indeed a suitable candidate, but how to contact her is a problem. I'm afraid that more people will be watching me from now on."
Waver's judgment was correct. From the moment Baruyereta openly extended the olive branch, countless eyes would be staring at him and the El-Melloi classroom. He had to be more careful with his every move, otherwise he would destroy this piece of pure land that he had worked so hard to obtain.
Yes, the Pure Land.
This is the name given to the El-Melloi Classroom by people who know the inside story of it. This place is above the factional struggles, and the political color is not strong. Students from any faction will receive good education here. Lorelaia and Kenneth, who have long focused on the future, do not want this peace to be broken. Although this can temporarily increase the power of aristocracy, it will do more harm than good to the development of the Clock Tower and even the entire magic world.
Weber knew their painstaking efforts, so he had to be cautious, cautious, and cautious again.
Shinji had already figured it out: "I have a way. Use this."
"Cell phone?" Weber's eyes narrowed.
"Yes, I just checked. Izeluma is like many traditional magus families that are opposed to technology. They are very well prepared for mysteries, but not for technology. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
How could Weber not understand what Shinji meant? As a senior otaku who owns a full set of gaming equipment, there are probably not many people in the entire Clock Tower who know the difference between technology and mystery better than him. Not taking the right technological precautions means that modern communication methods are unimpeded and there is no need to worry about being monitored. More importantly, who would have thought that Weber would contact the enemy's backbone El-Melloi in the core area of Baru Yereta
"Without further delay, I will—"
Before he could take the phone, Shinji's expression suddenly changed.
"No, wait. There's someone approaching in the hallway."
Waver immediately gave up his original plan and walked over to sit opposite Shinji.
Soon, a voice was heard outside the door.
"Can I excuse me for a moment?"
"Come in, the door is unlocked."
Being in the magician's territory, living in a house provided by others, a door lock is meaningless. Instead of trusting this, it is better to trust the weapons and gifts in the bag.
Waver sat upright, and Shinji lowered his crossed legs.
The door opened, revealing the corridor outside.
Standing there were the maids who had accompanied Golden Princess and Silver Princess when they appeared.
"My name is Karina."
As she was holding the lantern in one hand, she could only give a brief salute and introduce herself.
"Thank you for your trouble. I'm Webber Velvet. What can I do for you?"
The maid didn't answer and waved to the other side.
"This way, please."
There, there is another person.
The moment this person walked into view, the world was turned upside down.
Human cognition is subverting the laws of physics, and what causes all this is not magic or enchantment, but simple "beauty".
The serious and solemn image that Waver put on was instantly broken, and a few syllables came out intermittently from his mouth.
"Huang...Jin...Ji?"