Chapter 9: This Time It’s a Big Act!

Chapter 9: This Time It’s a Big Act!

"You think gathering followers is just lip service?"

"Followers must be sincere for it to work."

Viktor listened to Vega's explanation while tapping on the table. Looking at the morning sunlight falling on the book, Viktor smiled softly in the study:

"It's just sincerity, right? No worries about deceiving them."

Vega narrowed its eyes and made a cooing sound, expressing its dissatisfaction with Viktor.

"Perhaps you're more cunning than the previous Viktor."

"You flatter me."

Viktor didn't say much more, just continued reading the speech draft.

He always felt that since this stinky bird bonded with him, it had gradually started to forget about its mission of reviving as an evil god.

Thinking this, Viktor glanced at Vega.

At this moment, the crow was standing on the desk, nodding off sleepily.

Vega had always eaten during the day and slept at night, barely exercising.

It was like a useless ornament.

In just a few days, Vega's body had grown quite plump. When it stood on Viktor's shoulder, Viktor could feel the added weight.

However, if the other party wasn't in a hurry, then he didn't need to care too much either.

So he spent a quiet morning in the study looking at the speech draft and Erica's homework.

.....

By noon, Viktor had finished grading Erica's homework. As for today's teaching content, thanks to Henie's diligent preparation, he quickly memorized the key points.

When Viktor walked out of the study, he saw Henie the teaching assistant rubbing her eyes as she came out.

"Awake? Get ready, we should set off."

Viktor casually reminded Henie, who startled like a frightened deer, immediately becoming more alert and quickly responding:

"No problem, Professor. I'm ready."

Viktor nodded and instructed the servants to prepare the carriage to head to the Royal Magic Academy.

He invited Henie to sit in the carriage together, but Henie was extremely nervous and could only obediently sit down.

As a result, the two sat face to face, with Henie keeping her head down the entire time, not daring to look up, only sneaking glances at Viktor.

Henie felt her heart was about to jump out, pounding non-stop.

Her mind was in chaos like a volcanic eruption, frantically thinking: 'I'm actually sitting in the same carriage as the genius Professor Viktor!?'

'Oh my god!'

Henie felt hot, realizing her forehead was sweating, and she couldn't even sit still.

Viktor saw how tense she was and wanted to say something.

But speaking rashly might make her even more nervous.

If so, it was better to let her indulge in her own wild thoughts.

The more nervous she was, the more likely she was to overthink, and then realize that she had actually slept at this notorious nobleman's house this morning.

Viktor found her wide-eyed shock amusing.

He just looked at Henie, while Henie looked down at her shoes, maintaining this posture.

There was not a single conversation throughout the journey, quietly waiting for the carriage to reach its destination.

.....

As the carriage gradually came to a stop, Viktor spoke first:

"We're here."

Only after hearing Viktor speak did Henie slowly raise her head, her expression immediately relaxing.

"Finally here."

She let out a long sigh, not expecting this journey to be so long.

After getting off the carriage, Henie kept walking beside Viktor.

Seeing him about to go to the office, Henie mustered up the courage to say to Viktor: "Professor Viktor, the Dean said to visit him when you arrive at the academy."

Viktor nodded, then walked straight towards the Dean's office.

Henie followed behind Viktor like a timid deer again.

Bang bang!

After being teleported through the Mage Tower, Viktor knocked on the door of the Dean's office.

"Come in."

After the Dean's permission, he entered with his teaching assistant.

Standing in front of the Dean, Viktor got straight to the point:

"Dean, I heard you were looking for me."

The Dean was an elderly fat man, wearing a bunch of mage accessories. He looked just like a traditional wizard.

At the same time, he was also the strongest in this academy, a fourth-tier mage.

An existence known to the world as a 'Saint Mage'.

After Viktor imparted knowledge to Erica, he nodded and said:

"That's enough for today."

Hearing this, Erica tentatively asked: "If I have questions in the future, can I still come to consult you?"

She indeed hated Viktor in her heart, but she had to admit that his knowledge was absolutely top-notch.

Even the private tutors her father hired for her couldn't reach Viktor's level.

Any difficult points became simple and easy to understand under Professor Viktor's explanation.

How could Erica know that those were actually told to him by Vega, and then passed on by him.

With such an evil god comparable to an encyclopedia, teaching a student was a piece of cake.

Viktor thought for a moment and said: "It depends on the situation. I have a lot of work to do, but if I have time, of course I can."

Of course, this was just lip service.

He, Viktor, never dawdled and always left work on time!

As soon as he finished speaking, Viktor felt a twinge in his heart.

The Mage's Hand had been activated.

If Lia used the Mage's Hand spell, Viktor, as the source of magic, could feel it.

He had just given it to Lia yesterday, and she used it today?

What a coincidence?

Viktor wasn't too worried about Lia, but the source of magic wasn't far from the capital, so he decided to go take a look.

So he stood up and said to Erica.

"I have some things to deal with. Remember to close the door when you leave."

Then he drew a teleportation circle on the spot and left.

Erica: "...?"

Everyone in the academy knew that the Mage Tower had no doors, and entry and exit all relied on the teleportation magic inside the Mage Tower.

.....

Suburbs.

Lia looked at the group of people burned to charcoal in front of her, her expression slightly frozen.

Several mages beside her trembled.

They all saw that the powerful second-tier magic was released from this woman's hand.

Second-tier magic was not something they, as small fry, could face.

She had such powerful magic, why did she still need other mages to help?

We are just first-tier small fry mages in front of her.

Lia scratched her head and looked at the carriage behind her.

She had hung the Kravina family crest, but why was she still attacked?

Forget it.

She had already notified Miss Gwen, and it wouldn't be long before she arrived.

The group just stayed in place waiting for the knights to arrive.

Ten minutes later, a group of knights riding white horses and wearing cold iron armor arrived.

The leader was naturally Gwen, who immediately found Lia.

"Lia! Lia!"

Seeing Lia sitting alone on a stone lost in thought, Gwen got off her horse and ran over.

Lia returned a smile to her.

"Lia, are you alright?"

Gwen grabbed Lia's hand, her eyes showing some concern.

"Me? Of course I'm fine."

"But those bandits who attacked our merchant group are not doing so well."

She shrugged and gestured with her eyes for Gwen to look to the side.

Gwen blinked. When she first arrived, she was only concerned about Lia's safety and naturally didn't see the pile of charred corpses.

Now seeing them, she frowned.

As a great knight, she was used to seeing corpses, but even so, this kind of horrific death made her scalp tingle.

However... Was this done by the mages Lia brought?

But thinking about it, she didn't quite believe it herself.

The weak magical power on those mages was not enough to support the power to burn a large group of people.

Then who could it be?

An absurd thought flashed through her mind, and she couldn't help but joke with Lia.

"Were these bandits killed by you? Don't mind, Lia, I'm just joking."

Lia: "If I say yes, would you believe me?"

Gwen: "?"