To truly investigate this issue, it seems we might have to rely on consulting historical records.
Whatever the reason, I must think one step further, considering the premise that Adrian has indeed become wary of me, before making a decision and taking action.
In this situation, subsequent surveillance is no longer a viable option.
If this alerts the target or leads them into a trap that has been laid in advance, it will inevitably cause more trouble.
Simply killing them isn't out of the question—I did have that thought in moments of mental confusion.
This was, after all, the most reasonable and formal solution for dealing with suspected degenerates in the early years, which could greatly reduce the scope of future impact. However, it was also prone to misjudgments and wrongful executions, and was therefore eventually banned by the academic community. Of course, doing so would also fail to provide a reasonable explanation to the dean, and would contradict her initial intention in entrusting me with this task.
Although not explicitly stated, the headmaster undoubtedly hoped to uncover the faction that had enough excuse to protect Adrian.
I couldn't understand her thought process, nor did I intend to, because I only needed to do what I could.
"But, isn't the Garden Master actually not good at dealing with illusions?"
Looking at the books piling up in front of me, Yao, who seemed to be in a good mood, leaned closer and asked, "With so many books, you won't be able to finish reading them all in a short time, will you? Do you need any help?"
"Don't you already have a whole bunch?"
I turned my head to look at the city of books that surrounded her layer by layer.
It's no exaggeration to say that the books were piled up even higher.
Originally, it was just above knee height, and could be easily crossed with a slight lift of the foot. Now, it has spread out to three or more layers, with the tallest book almost reaching chest height, and there is only a small passage to get in and out.
Fortunately, it was Yao. If it were anyone with normal physiological reactions and needs, they wouldn't be able to stay inside for more than half a day.
Yao answered easily: "It's all about searching, and I'm very good at this kind of thing."
"It's much easier to lock onto a target and look for its flaws than to spend all day searching for clues that may or may not appear in various gossips."
That's a reassuring answer.
Of course I wouldn't refuse: "Then, I'll leave it to you."
"Phew~ Please ask me for help as much as you want, it will save me some of the compensation and rent."
Raising her gleaming gem-like eyes, Yao looked at me: "Instead of this, shouldn't the Master of the Little Garden go for some further studies? Although it's difficult to fully grasp all the knowledge about illusions in such a short time, learning how to resist them might only take half a day."
"It's not like I don't have ways to resist illusions," I wanted to explain, but just as I was about to speak, I remembered how I had fallen into illusion-related accidents time and time again over the past month, and I fell silent.
"...I really need to catch up on the lessons I've missed."
I murmured to myself, but Yao interrupted my thoughts again.
But then I saw her point to one of the puppet maids who was about to leave, signaling me to follow: "You don't even need to go through all that trouble, because there are already people who have made great strides in this area waiting for you."
Somewhat puzzled, I followed her directions and pushed open the door to find Miss [Aisha] and Alice the rascal sitting opposite each other.
It looked like some rascal rabbit was giving Miss [Aisha] a lesson.
I glanced at the small blackboard standing behind Alice, then looked at the two people who turned around when they heard the door open, and made sure I wasn't seeing things.
"Good afternoon, Master~"
Ignoring the artist who stood up nervously, Alice jumped down from the small stool, walked a few steps to my feet, and looked up at me: "Is there a task I need to do?"
Although they were clearly feigned eyes, I could distinctly sense the anticipation in those bright red pupils.
“Yao sent me here,” I replied. “For some reason, I need a way to counter illusions.”
"Has an enemy with powerful illusion magic appeared? Why don't you send your butler to deal with those troublesome fellows?"
The rascal's tone rose cheerfully, his three-lobed mouth twitching happily: "Directly addressing the root of the problem is the best way to deal with those illusionists who only know how to play tricks!"
Where did this berserker come from?
I couldn't help but feel a headache coming on: "The key is to break his illusion without attracting his attention." If we just kill him directly, we'll be back to square one.
"So, Mr. Yumi, are you going to listen too?" Miss [Aisha] hesitated, pulling out a new table and chair from the side. "It just so happens that I've also been learning about illusions and counters from Teacher Alice, and I'm thinking of improving my spells."
So I was dragged over there in a daze and listened for a long time, and then watched the fireworks for a long time.
Unfortunately, I may not have much talent in this area, and I only understood the most basic countermeasures and methods. I can only watch the fireworks with my equally bewildered [cat]. On the other hand, the artist's progress is rapid, which suddenly sparked another kind of inspiration from the depths of my mind.
...
Two days later, on the evening of the weekend we had agreed upon, I followed three junior students who had finally finished their day of study, to the auction house under the Wan Jin Merchant Guild in Piss City, thanks to Gray's invitation.
As expected, Ale didn't come along, and he even questioned my slightly unusual behavior this time. But he didn't pay much attention to it, and continued to take care of the many small monsters in the breeding farm under the worried gaze of his mentor.
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