Chapter 276 Career
Percy had long forgotten what it was like to be an ordinary person. That was before he was eight years old. It was probably... terrified, humble, and worried all day long, like an ant crawling aimlessly on the ground.
But now, he has to survive as an ordinary person and accept the protection of his brother.
Port Morris was his brother's territory. Many people here called him Ghost or Chief, some called him Mr. Nova, and a few called him Professor. But Percy was different. He could openly call him "Brother", which gave him a subtle feeling, similar to pride.
——He was different. He had the same blood as his brother flowing in his veins, and nothing in the world could take that away from him.
But Percy soon discovered, frustrated and angry, that this unique status did not bring him any preferential treatment. His brother seemed to have forgotten him. The other party was very busy. He even had to make an appointment with Mr. Ghost's subordinates when he wanted to see him. Even the annoying assassin named Daniga could enter and exit the other party's office freely, while Percy was politely but firmly blocked outside the door.
"What do you want from me?"
Nova took the time to look up and stared at the boy in front of him expressionlessly. Somehow, the young man's expression seemed to be a little distorted, and he stared at the boy's neck below. The professor frowned and tapped the table with his knuckles impatiently, signaling the other party to come back to his senses.
...Tsk, someone's oral stage is endless, and he even starts to be too lazy to care.
Percy forced himself to come back to his senses and not pay attention to the imaginative marks - damn golden bastard! How could he bite so hard!
"Brother, give me some work to do." The young man said anxiously, "I heard that my living expenses here are all your salary. I don't want to rely on you for support..."
The professor stared at him for a moment, until he began to look bewildered. Then he slowly raised his brows and asked, "What can you do?"
Percy was stunned: "I-"
If he still had his strength, even if he couldn't match a god, he was confident that he could be considered one of the strongest here. But now that he had lost his strength, he was speechless for a moment. After all, he just wanted to stop his brother from ignoring him like this.
"I've received a complete aristocratic education." He finally stammered, "I know how to interact with nobles, and reading and writing official documents is no problem. I can assist you in this area..."
"That job has already been done." But the other party flatly and harshly rejected him: "Besides, you are not a member of the Limin Party, so party affairs cannot be entrusted to you."
"What else can I do?" Percy's nails dug into his flesh unconsciously. His voice was hoarse and filled with a hint of anger. "Stand by your side, serve you tea and water, and help you dress and eat?"
"First of all, I have hands, I can do these things myself. Secondly, I have an assistant, he won't be happy with you taking over his territory." The professor glanced at him, but the joking meaning in his glance was not directed at Percy: "If you still want to recover, I suggest you don't mess with him."
Percy opened his mouth subconsciously, then swallowed his words back bitterly. He suddenly realized with great trepidation that after losing his pure power, he seemed... worthless to this person.
The professor stared at the frustrated boy for a while, then suddenly asked without warning, "How are you doing with your magic theory?"
Percy was stunned for a moment: "...Except for the first semester of my first year, I have always been number one."
The topic shifted to a familiar area, and the sense of control made him speak faster. He explained rather hastily, "In the first semester, my knowledge base was not as good as those of the children of the great nobles. They would hire many private tutors for their children. But later on, I always ranked among the top—"
"Well, very good." His brother nodded thoughtfully.
The joy of his brother's approval suddenly and effortlessly descended upon him, like a soft, sweet icing. Percy even felt a little sad, feeling so humble and submissive, allowing his brother to manipulate his emotions at will. But he couldn't help but smile at him, boasting a little, "My grades in Divine History are also very good, almost always getting full marks. And the same goes for Runeology, Chant Analysis, and Magical Equipment Application..."
The black-haired young man listened calmly and patiently until Percy suddenly realized that he seemed to have said too much, like a child trying to gain praise from an elder. He then shut up a little shyly. The professor then slowly asked, "So, would you like to be a magic teacher?"
Percy was stunned for a moment, then heard his brother say slowly, "There's a group of folk sorcerers in Port Morris. The most powerful one is a high-ranking apostle. They inevitably have many problems in their practice. If you're willing to answer their questions..."
Port Morris still had a significant number of sorcerers and warriors. Some of these individuals joined the nobility and the Chamber of Commerce, some became mercenaries, and still others chose to work for the underworld. After the upheaval in Port Morris, those who should be apprehended, tried, and sentenced were re-registered.
In order to facilitate management, the People's Party formed an organization similar to a guild. Warlocks and warriors can choose to accept tasks to earn points and then exchange them for the rewards they want. Answering questions is one of them.
Unfortunately, the people he could trust were either unbelievers, uneducated, or too busy. Now he finally had a legitimate academic workforce, and to put it bluntly, his younger brother didn't have the brains to think of anything else—it was a waste not to use it.
Of course, Ghost's ambition goes far beyond this. He wants to gather the most powerful individual combat forces and cultivate them into a core force loyal to the People's Party.
Regarding how to learn from the cultivation methods of those without faith and reduce the abnormalities caused by cultivation, he had sent letters to several scholars at the Saint Bartholomew School of Magicians, based on the candidates provided by the Savior. Some letters fell on deaf ears, while others replied with panicked questions about his identity and how he knew he was secretly conducting such research - everything was still under control.
"Are you willing?" Seeing that the person was stunned, the professor asked again.
Percy's heartbeat began to accelerate - he certainly knew the importance of warlocks to those in power. Did this mean that his brother tacitly agreed to his gradual contact with the other party's core forces?
"I do." He agreed without hesitation, and said with a hint of pride, "Saint Bartolomeo's Warlock Academy is the best warlock academy in the world. As the head of the third grade, I am more than qualified to teach a group of beginners."
Nova nodded slightly, then took out a list from the drawer and pushed it over: "This is the information of the first batch of students who registered. You can familiarize yourself with it."
Percy took it and looked at it. Surprisingly, there was the familiar name of Shadow Chaser, who was clearly here to spy on him. But he didn't feel annoyed at all. Instead, he felt excited to face the challenge.
"Let me warn you, a large portion of the people here are commoners, unlike your aristocratic classmates." The professor's voice grew colder, his smoky grey eyes fixed on him sternly. "So, put away your airs. There are only teachers and students in this class, no distinction between high and low status. If you don't perform well, I'll immediately replace you—do you understand?"
As a result, the other party stared at him blankly, distracted, and looked stupid.
Nova frowned, "Percy?"
The other person shuddered suddenly, his face suddenly turned red suspiciously: "I, I know! Brother!"
When had his brother's aura become so powerful? Percy felt his heart pounding, and it was so overwhelming that he felt like he couldn't breathe and wanted to kneel down on the spot.
Percy left with great ambition, and a figure slowly emerged from behind the professor.
"Do you believe him?" Azuka asked softly.
"No." The professor glanced at him expressionlessly. "I just believe he doesn't have the ability to cause trouble under my nose."
"That kid's personality is actually pretty easy to understand," he mercilessly and coldly analyzed his blood brother. "He wants recognition, respect, and the spotlight—a typical follower of the God of Light. Those nobles' bad habits are the result of past education and experience. If he's humiliated, he might be able to change things for the better."
...The little kid whose mind is full of his brother would probably cry when he heard this.
While thinking this in his heart, the savior chuckled and said, "At least you are willing to help him."
The professor was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "...Because he's not a bad person, I'm willing to give him a chance."
"More importantly, who made him fall into my hands?" The black-haired young man twitched his lips, trying to reveal a stiff, villainous grin. "I didn't want to get involved with him. If he had stayed in Ironthorn Territory, I would have at least spared his life. But the kid insisted on being stupid, so of course I wouldn't let go of the labor force that was delivered to my door."
Azuka's eyes softened. He chuckled and pecked the smug tyrant's lips. "Of course, sir, no one in the world can escape your grasp..."
The door suddenly opened, and Ole rushed in carelessly: "Shadow Chaser has found Magnus's trail——"
The assassin's voice suddenly stopped, and his eyes darted suspiciously between the two people who were almost pressed together: "What are you doing?"
...Speaking of which, what's that thing on the tyrant's neck? The assassin, with his sharp eyesight, wondered suspiciously, "Bite marks? Could that guy have succeeded?"
"As you can see, let's get down to business." The savior stood up gracefully and calmly, but Ole always felt that the smile on his friend's face was inexplicably dangerous. "Please remember to knock on the door next time."
"I don't think we need to get so close to each other to discuss serious matters." The assassin crossed his arms and said coldly.
As a result, his asshole friend sneered as a matter of course: "Then you ask even though you already know the answer."
"What's going on, Magnus?" the professor raised his voice, interrupting the boring and childish confrontation between the two sides.
That's enough, he thought deadpanly, is he the only one here with a reliable career mind?!
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