Chapter 211

Chapter 211

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Weekend of Rosenstark.

The campus was unusually quiet.

It was because all the children had gone to nearby towns and cities to carry out their assignments.

The professors were not visible either.

They were assigned as guardians to suitable tasks according to their teaching specialties and fields and left.

Of course, even though theyre guardians, they dont interfere with the assignments at all.

They decided to observe from a distance and intervene when a crisis arose.

No matter how safe the area was and even if the assignments were screened, it was a precaution to have minimal safety measures.

From the professors perspective, it might have been troublesome, but what could they do?

It was their responsibility

Yussi mentioned directly reflecting on performance.

Thanks to that, professors with relatively poor performance voluntarily rushed to leave.

Of course, the Hero who received top rankings in all evaluations was spending his time in the pleasant research lab.

Of course, it wasnt all fun He was accompanied by sharp-eyed assistant and piles of documents.

Thud-

Pia approached, staggering slightly, raising the stack of documents even higher.

Professor. Ill leave todays 23 requests from the cooperation mercenary groups here.

The Hero stopped what he was doing and looked at the new documents.

Thank you. Are there any pending requests?

Yes, shall I contact them to see what theyre requesting?

Most likely, theyll want me to take on the most obscure tasks. Its not urgent, so lets start with your work.

Okay.

The Hero was in charge of overseeing this new practical training.

Therefore, the requests transferred to the academy from the mercenary groups first passed through his hands.

He played the role of the first filter to screen out unsuitable requests.

Considering factors such as the risk, rationality, and feasibility of the assignments.

There were many factors to consider, so even he, with excellent insight, inevitably had to expend considerable mental effort.

Even today, there are 23 requests. Theyre increasing steadily.

The Heros temples throbbed.

The mercenary groups were taking this collaboration quite seriously.

Their intentions were obvious.

Since there was currently a shortage of manpower and they couldnt focus on requests from the central and western regions, they must have decided to at least earn some fees.

With a sigh, the Hero began sorting the requests by type.

His hands, which were moving busily, stopped when he realized something was amiss.

This one is for suppression, this one for item retrieval, this one for tracking, another item retrieval and another?

The Heros head tilted slightly.

Pia, please bring the requests we classified yesterday.

Pia quickly brought the documents.

Is there a problem? Among yesterdays requests, some have already been accepted by the children.

Its not a problem but

At least not yet.

As the Hero searched through the requests, his eyes narrowed gradually.

Its strange. Why didnt I notice this earlier?

He asked Pia again.

Who is currently stationed as the guardian in the trading city of Laman?

Uh Professor Pierre.

Kasim?

Pia nodded lightly with a smile.

Yes, I heard he had some issues with his evaluation. He left in a huff.

Contact Kasim and ask him to scrutinize the children more closely.

Okay.

Since it wasnt certain yet, this measure should be sufficient for now.

The Hero turned his attention back to the documents on his desk.

Square-

But a lingering unease finally made his pen stop.

Pia.

The Hero sighed as he put down his pen.

Contact the nearby territories and gather a list of valuable items reported lost in the past month.

Okay!

Sorry for the inconvenience amidst your busy schedule.

Pia replied without a hint of displeasure, as usual.

No problem!

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The Hero realized that it was a good thing he didnt overlook something at that moment, and this became apparent not long after.

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Trading city Laman.

Residential area.

The children looked around the house where the suspect had been living, paying rent.

Aooooo-

The howling of Shadow tied outside pierced through the thin outer wall and echoed inside the house.

There seemed to be quite a bit of whimpering mixed in with the howling, indicating it was rather bored.

But there was no choice.

The place was too narrow for the creature to enter.

Uuung-

Well have to give it a try, but I cant promise anything.

Ban swallowed the rest of his words.

People naturally emit their own unique aura.

Just as everyone has a different scent.

Thats why simple disguises dont easily fool experts.

The ability of the polymorph to replicate even that aura was remarkable.

Anyway.

When a person stays in a space for a long time, their unique aura permeates the place.

Ban had gathered enough information about the suspects whereabouts from his residence.

All they had to do was match it with the magic that composed the Skynet.

Then the mana net would spread out densely.

The moment it met the input aura, it would trigger a strong magical reaction.

Tracking that would solve everything!

That was the theory.

But with the bustling streets below, Ban couldnt help but feel uncertain.

There are too many people. The success rate might not even be half.

Rows of tightly packed heads like bean sprouts.

Beads of sweat streamed down Bans face.

Gerald suddenly blurted out something unexpected.

Ban, I remember the conversation we had at Dream Havens drinking party very clearly.

What conversation at a drinking party? What are you talking about?

Whats going on?

Seeing Geralds twitching face, Ban became increasingly uneasy.

As if possessed by a spirit, the guy was mumbling with sealed lips.

Its about the magic you learned from Beatrice during the vacation. Dont you remember?

Ah, no, I dont?

Ban stuttered for the first time in a while.

Gerald chuckled.

Its strange. Theres no way you dont remember.

What, what is it?

When you feel excited, the output of magic becomes extremely high Do you really not remember that funny, no, I mean cool story?!

Just as Ban was about to retort.

Something popped out from Geralds embrace.

Ta-da!

Ban doubted his eyes for a moment.

Gerald triumphantly held up something.

Yeah, its a self-portrait directly brought from Leciels studio!

A self-portrait?

No, it looked like a living image.

Deep eyes, a face made of graceful curves.

Sunlight gently illuminated the red hair cascading over the delicate neckline.

For a moment, Ban forgot his embarrassment and his mouth fell open.

That expression.

The faintly revealed lips held a smile.

Even though they had spent a semester together, he had never seen it before.

It was clear that the smile was for the painting.

That awkward feeling maximized the girls loveliness.

In summary, it was beautiful, elegant It was as if Leciel herself was right in front of him, full of vitality.

Kwaaaaah!

The Skynet surged like an explosion, pinpointing the suspects location.

Good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?

Ban said nonchalantly.

Though his ears were burning red, Gerald pretended not to notice.

Naturally, we should start with the good news.

I roughly pinpointed the suspects location. Its closer than we thought.

Oh, thats great news, isnt it? Whats the bad news then?

I cant sense the aura of the relic.

At that, Geralds face stiffened.

Damn, we anticipated it, but to think its really gone.

Since its hard to carry around, did he hide it somewhere? Or did he sell it?

While the completion of the mission also required the suspects arrest, the retrieval of the relic was the main focus.

The mission bore the name of their master.

They couldnt afford to fail.

Bans pupils lit up with determination once again.

Whatever the answer may be, we have to catch the suspect first to find out.

It was then that Nyhill, who had been silently observing them, approached.

Crack-

A map of the Laman Commercial District unfolded from her hand.

Where is it?

Ban hastily marked the location.

It was the best lodging in the Laman Commercial District.

Here.

Lets go.

Swish-

Without hesitation, Nyhill leaped outside the railing.

Ban and Gerald hurriedly followed behind her.

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