Chapter 117 Mutation
According to Ole's observation, the tyrant's day always starts with a cup of coffee.
After getting up, this guy would sit at the dining table silently, like a sleepwalker, with a blank face, as if his mind was still wandering in another unknown and empty world - until he drank a cup of coffee, this pale body would completely return to the reality that made him exhausted.
Then comes teaching, answering questions, grading homework, guiding students, reading books, writing papers, composing articles, replying to readers' letters... Under the extremely heavy work pressure, if someone is there, it's fine, but if he is not there, the other person's food is always cold, and he often even forgets to eat. Only coffee is never put down - it is like a half-worn, rumbling machine that runs non-stop, and apart from the engine oil, he doesn't care whether what he swallows is raw materials or waste.
As for the tyrant that Orel knew well, he was cruel and treacherous, and his personality was cold and capricious. However, compared with other dissolute and extravagant nobles in the empire, he could even be described as frugal and simple. He had no sensual pleasures, no personal hobbies, and his private life was blank. As a result, the tyrant's enemies could not even find any weaknesses to attack in this regard. At this moment, Orel clearly saw some shadows of the future tyrant in this self-disciplined, diligent, and meticulous scholar, and his mood was extremely complicated.
Just as the professor subconsciously reached for the coffee cup on the corner of the table, he found nothing - he looked up in confusion and saw that the coffee cup with only the bottom left appeared in the assassin's hand.
"The guy told me to keep an eye on you," Ole said lazily, "so you don't drown yourself in your coffee cup."
Nova: “…”
"Have you finished dealing with Pas's matter?" He stared at the man, his smoky-gray eyes through the lenses as cold as ice, as if they came from a scalpel, or a silver mirror, in short, they could easily dissect another person's soul and reflect his internal organs clearly - but Ole was not afraid of him, he firmly believed that he could knock the man unconscious to the floor within a second.
He shrugged. "Shadow Chaser will 'take care' of him until you feel he can, uh, 'be useful again.'"
"Thank you." Ignoring the other man's momentary twisted expression, the professor thanked him expressionlessly, then said coldly and critically, "But don't you have anything else to do?"
"My men and I are also investigating the Temple of Eros." The assassin spun the coffee cup lightly in his hand. He recovered from the shock of the tyrant thanking him and sneered, "And this damned bet is what I'm going to do now—otherwise, do you think I want to stay here?"
My friend was right. The death of the Lord's Prayer-level Silver Helmet Knight angered the royal family. The price on the wanted list soared to an astronomical figure. Now they really should stay away from the limelight and lie dormant for a while.
Nova, who also knew about the bet between the male lead and the second male lead, frowned. He was happy to have an extra free laborer at his disposal—but that didn't mean he had to tolerate the bastard who had once destroyed his dorm, his collection, and his glasses—and was now hindering his coffee intake.
"As far as I know, you have to obey my orders," the professor said coldly. "My order now is to leave my office."
"And so you could sneak a cup of coffee?" Ole mocked him bluntly. "Honestly, are you childish? Or are you just abusing your body in such a foolish way to gain sympathy and attention?"
He sneered, "That guy Azuka will be fooled and will pamper you like a child, but I won't."
Feeling deeply offended, the professor slowly narrowed his eyes.
When Azuka returned, he saw his friend slamming the door and leaving in frustration, forgetting even to jump out the window: "--How could there be someone in the world as arrogant, sarcastic, and mean as you!"
Another person's voice came out calmly from the office: "You call it arrogance, I call it the truth. You can argue it however you want, it doesn't matter."
"Because countless arguments prove I'm right, and I wouldn't call providing clear evidence to support a personal opinion sarcastic." The other person's speech was extremely fast and lacked cadence, which made it particularly infuriating. "For example, it turns out that you always make emotional and stupid mistakes again and again. I reasonably suspect that you can't control your emotions, which is usually a topic for preschoolers."
Azuka: “…”
What happened? He was a little confused.
His friend snorted as he passed by him, bumping his shoulder hard. When he returned to the professor, he saw him sitting at his desk, working as usual, but based on his familiarity with people, he could easily tell that his brows were furrowed a little more.
"Professor?" The Savior sighed, leaned down slightly, and spoke in a voice as soft as mist: "Are you angry with Ole?"
"He called me stupid," was the cold reply.
I hate him. The young man's pale face was tense, his mouth pursed in dissatisfaction, which actually made him look much more lively, with some vitality that suited his age, and also made the other person's eyes become more gentle.
"Ore is a fool. This is the consensus between Marcylin and I."
Even thinking on his heels, he knew that this argument must have been provoked by someone. Azuka shamelessly criticized his friend: "That guy is stubborn as hell, easily gets carried away by emotions, and always speaks without thinking."
Ole, who was leaving Baita University in high spirits, suddenly sneezed on the way and immediately looked around vigilantly.
"...You don't have to coax me." Nova raised his eyes and glanced at him coldly: "He has no ill intentions, so I am not angry with him."
"...Well, there's a little bit." The black-haired young man was silent for a moment, then emphasized expressionlessly, "But I scolded him away, so we're even."
It seemed that he didn't need it, as his professor had successfully coaxed himself into submission.
The savior's eyes became softer and softer. He simply ruffled his old enemy's hair. Just as he was about to say something, there was a hurried knock on the office door. As soon as the door opened, a student who was running out of breath stumbled into the theology professor's office.
"Professor! Something terrible has happened!" The student looked so anxious that he was about to cry. "Three members of the White Tower Youth Association and Adrian have been detained by the Glorious Church! The Vice-Principal and Dean Rabelais are rushing to the Cathedral of Light!"
Azuka noticed the professor's expression, which instantly turned serious. By the time they arrived at the local Church of Light in White Tower Town, Vice President Wyatt and Dean Rabelais of the Seminary were already there. The former was chatting with several gloomy priests, his usual smile gone from his fat face. The latter's face darkened when he saw Nova, and he cursed in a low voice, "Who asked you to come?! What are you doing here? Go back!"
Nova's expression was serious, and he refused to give in. "They are my students too. I have the responsibility and obligation to protect them. If I were in danger, could you just sit back and watch me from behind at White Tower University?"
The old man was speechless after his rebuttal, and was so angry that he blew his beard and glared at him. He pointed at him from a distance, but ultimately did not continue to chase him away.
Through the chattering crowd, Nova spotted Adrian and three other young students surrounded by several Glowing Knights in an open area, their limbs bound with chains of light. The children were panic-stricken and disheveled. Adrian managed to maintain his composure, but the other three were terrified and bewildered. Upon seeing the White Tower University teachers, they looked as if they were about to cry.
"What are you doing?" the professor stepped forward, raising his voice and demanding in a cold voice, "According to Imperial law, even the Glorious Church has no right to restrict the personal freedom of citizens without a warrant, let alone these are just a group of unarmed students!"
"It's an honor to meet you, the famous Mr. Nova." The priest narrowed his eyes and looked at him for a moment, then replied meaningfully, "Of course, the Glorious Church must also abide by the laws of the empire, but the premise is that the targets of the arrests are citizens, not a group of filthy heretics!"
He slammed a stack of flyers into the professor's arms and sneered, "The Radiant Church didn't detain you directly in the Inquisition for spreading heresy that defamed the glory of our God in public. This is because they're considering these young students to be young and inexperienced, and they're likely being instigated and misled by someone!"
The professor looked at him coldly - the implication was that this group of students were instigated by Baita University, or in other words, by him.
"I believe you are their theology professor?" the other man demanded with a venomous voice. "Have you seen the blasphemies they have written? Are you aware of their plans to preach these heresies openly in the streets?"
This was a truly vicious question. Either he had to admit that he knew about it, and then be judged as harboring a heretic and taken away by the Inquisition - or he could insist that he knew nothing and separate himself from the students. However, this also meant that he would no longer be qualified to teach the students of White Tower University with his own ideas.
Nova quickly scanned the flyer in his hand—this group of young students had used the Radiant Church's embezzlement of mineral resources to attack the Holy Council, angrily denouncing its clergy as "traitors with insatiable greed." Worse still, in their excitement, they'd written down blasphemous statements like, "The greatest mistake Zephir, the God of Light and Glory, made was allowing a group of despicable people to control the interpretation of the Holy Scripture of Light."
This time, the White Tower Youth Association did not contribute to the "People's Daily". Apparently, these students were disappointed with the controversy caused by the Black County strike last time, so they turned to their own way to publicize their views, but they did not expect to cause such a disaster.
The priests of the Glorious Church were particularly aggressive: "Light is not obscured, light is not dusty. May I ask what the intentions of your students are in openly declaring that our God is wrong? Are they questioning the light and our God?!"
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