"As expected, I should have thrown those bastards into goblin cannons and fired them to the other side of the world! No, that's still not enough. Those bastards have far more vitality than cockroaches. Even if they're thrown into the Amu Trench, they'll definitely come back alive … "
"Um, sir?"
"I should have known that I should have tied them up and tossed them into the sea. No, that's still not enough, heh heh. I should have just opened up the Frigidwinter Earth and let them hibernate forever … "
"Sir!!"
An angry roar right in front of me finally snapped me back to my senses. However, the next instant, a female face suddenly appeared in front of me, scaring me to the core.
"Although you're an archmage of the Mystical Blade, as well as our teacher, you still need to follow the most basic rules. Please take this seriously!"
Alright then, I looked at the angry young girl in front of me. Although she was also wearing the Mystical Blade's light blue mage robe, the armband representing discipline was rather eye-catching. As the person bailing out the criminals, I had no choice but to obediently apologize and make a promise.
"I'm sorry. I'll scold them properly. I definitely won't let them have the chance to do it again. "
In this country of mages, there were plenty of troublemakers and lawbreakers. The law enforcers were also made up of mages. As a mage guild (organization) that specialized in practical combat, many members of the Mystical Blade chose to work as law enforcers or discipline inspectors.
Although the girl in front of me seemed young, judging from the school emblem on her chest, she had been working as a mage for at least ten years. Since she was also a member of the Mystical Blade, she was probably even more long-winded in her lectures.
"Sir! Please take good care of them. I can't believe that there's someone who would do such a thing … "
Her increasingly long-winded lectures gave me a headache. However, I was just like an unlucky parent who had to call in their parents for failing their children's grades. All I could do was smile and accept her endless lectures.
"Yep, yep, I'll definitely take good care of them."
It took me so much effort to complete the bail procedures and leave the police station. Only then did the bastards behind me start jumping up and down in high spirits.
"Eaglestorm …"
"Don't worry, Milord. I'll definitely remember to wear pants when I go on the streets to preach."
"You don't need to wear clothes?"
Alright, I don't need to bother with the old fox anymore. On the first day he arrived, he started preaching about his Wild Bull Religion. It was to be expected that he would be arrested by the Mage from the Discipline Department. It was only a matter of time before he would be imprisoned again. If it was only him, I wouldn't have come here to ransom him, but …
"Yawen, you've really disappointed me. Even an enforcer like you was sent in. This isn't Sulfur Mountain City, nor is it Diffindor. Don't cause trouble for me. "
"My apologies, my lord. I really didn't know that those hooligans were so weak. But those guys are too spineless. As hooligans, they actually seek help from the law-enforcement officers! "
"… Does being obedient and letting you beat me to your heart's content mean that I have a backbone? It's better to read less of those weird novels. Girls shouldn't think with their muscles. A successful city enforcement officer also needs a brain. "
Then, he turned his attention to the youngest prisoner.
"Little Timlad."
"My apologies, Big Brother Roland. I'll be careful in the future. Next time, I don't think anyone will get any evidence. Next time, I won't personally go out to collect goods. I'll find an adult to take me to the black market merchants. "
Alright then, what he meant was that he would continue. The only mistake was that someone would get evidence. Little Timlad had been the most excited ever since he arrived at the Cloud Tower. He was incredibly curious about the mysteries of magic. In just a few days, he had already exchanged all his savings from the past few years for all sorts of strange items. He even went to the black market to collect goods.
"Yingou?"
"You really can't blame me for this. How would I have known that that idiotic mage would actually start a fire on the spot and test out that barbeque rack? Heh heh, that unlucky fellow suffered the most from the explosion. "
Of these two great engineers, one sold fake goods and injured someone, while the other went to the black market to collect goods and was reported. (Because he was too young, the two of them believed that he was the main reason). Others would be tainted by their company, but the two of them were birds of a feather. The more they were tainted, the worse they became, and the deeper they became, the more dangerous they became.
What? Someone was missing? That existence whose name had become a taboo was actually not locked up? That was so unmagical? Ha, are you talking about that magical pet abductor who also summons a blasphemer? That half-dragon who's blinking furiously at me in his prison cell? I don't know him! I didn't see him, and neither did any of you.
As expected, everyone shook their heads. None of us knew him.
Yep, I didn't know him at all, so of course I didn't intend to bail him out. Nor did I want to be labeled as a pervert. So, that bastard should just obediently stay in prison for the rest of his life.
Not only me, but my other accomplices also tacitly forgot about him. After all, nobody wanted to be seen as the same kind of person as him. After all, if he made the headlines on his first day here, it would be quite embarrassing for him to face others in the future.
"I'm not going to care about your personal matters. What about the task I handed over to you? How's it going? "
Of course, I wasn't bringing them along to cause trouble for myself. In fact, it was the opposite. What I wanted to do would require many helpers, and some of the tasks would probably only be taken care of by them.
"With your personal letter and Archmage Kaid's guarantee letter, the registration procedures have been completed. The new mage organization, the 'Great Industrial Party,' has also completed all the necessary procedures. It will be under the Mystical Blade's name, and you'll be the president. With two top-notch masters acting as guarantors, no one will be blind enough to come looking for trouble. "
As a great alchemist, Jinya Beyar was quite popular in this country of spellcasters. That was why I sent him to handle some procedures. This was probably why he wasn't sent to jail for selling fake goods.
"What about the store? Has the renovation begun? "
"… There's a small problem with that, but trust me, Old Golden Tooth, I'll fix it soon."
The goblin's eyes darted around. Based on my understanding of him, his words were obviously exaggerated.
"Yes, we will probably only need a week to clear the ruins. After that, we can rebuild the new store."
Little Dimi smiled and immediately sold him out.
"Ruins?! The damned Gnome exploded again? Ah, I knew I couldn't hand it over to you. Amelia would definitely kill me. "
When Golden Tooth's mad dash confirmed my guess, it was my turn to be in a bad mood.
Originally, due to certain reasons, as Amelia's only disciple and relative (lover?), I smoothly took over a few of Amelia's properties on Crystal Street, intending to use them as a base to do some things.
However, I regretted it the second day after I took over Amelia's properties. Countless creditors swarmed over, and all sorts of IOUs and compensations accumulated were more than enough for me to buy this entire street. Not only that, I had used fake authorization documents and my real identity as Amelia's disciple to obtain the property rights, so it was only natural that I would take over all these debts.
"… How can it be just a street? That's more than enough to buy three streets. Amelia, are you really not running away from your debts? Fine, I'll just treat it as me owing you. It's not like I won't have any benefits at all. "
From a certain standpoint, it would be quite difficult for a stranger to quickly infiltrate into a relatively closed society. Although Amelia's reputation wasn't that great, as long as she didn't die, her debts wouldn't rot. No matter what, she was still a century-old store. As long as she paid off all her debts, she would still be able to use her connections, which would be far faster than accumulating new ones. And what I lacked the most was time.
Amelia's store? The Great Industrial Party? That's right. Even if I wanted to increase my reputation, Karo's unscrupulous methods would no longer be of any use. In a mage society, there was nothing more important than research results and academic achievements. This was just like how academia was at its purest form in my previous world. Nothing could compare to actual research results.
"I'm an expert in elemental magic. I've received two Martin Award for Wisdom."
"… I'm an unknown mage who invented the spell 'Ice Aeon.'"
"I'm the vice principal of the Caso Magic Academy. I have students all over the world."
"Ice Aeon, thank you."
"I … I'm a core member of the Sword of Order! Can you stop talking about that 'Ice Aeon' of yours? "
"… I'm the creator of the study of undead construction. Since you're from the Sword of Order, you should have read my thesis collection. That's the authority on undead creation. Or perhaps, you haven't reached the level where you can read my confidential thesis. "
"Let's talk about Ice Aeon instead!"
When research results could be transformed into actual power and wealth, the saying that knowledge was power would no longer be empty. The status of mages could be compared by academic achievements.
The reason why a certain ice mage treated me so well was because I provided him with mage knowledge and information. Not only could he use it as a reference for his own research, it would also greatly increase the status of ice magic in the Mystical Blade.
"Our Mystical Blade now has a forbidden spell for ice magic."
This would be quite impressive if I said it out loud. It could even be used to attract young ice mages to join the Mystical Blade. Of course, there was no need to tell me the truth that "99% of people wouldn't be able to use it."
This wasn't a scam. It was common knowledge that didn't need to be said. After all, it was far too difficult to create a forbidden spell. Even if the mage didn't use it, just analyzing the forbidden spell's model and thought process would be a great help to researchers.
Of course, I wasn't making a loss here. According to the basic principle of equal exchange, providing such rare and valuable information on magic spells to the Mystical Blade also gave me an astronomical amount of contribution points. These contribution points could then be used to exchange for other magical knowledge and secret treasures. This was the most foundational purpose of a mage organization. They would gather people with similar goals and exchange knowledge and magical materials for mutual growth.
However, if I participated in this Truth Symposium as the Mystical Blade's Roland, I would likely have to face constant provocation from the Eye of Truth and other mage organizations. It would be better to participate in this Truth Symposium as an individual.
The "Great Industrial Party" was a faction that focused on academic theories. Shops and workshops would be the only way to turn theories into tangible goods and money. If both were present, this would create a virtuous cycle of sustainable development. Only then would the Mystical Blade truly be considered a new mage organization in the Mage Country.
I had set a goal for myself to participate in the "Truth Symposium" as the father of a new generation of technology. Of course, I had plenty of new technologies and playthings in my hands.
No matter if it was magical engineering, Four Elemental Swordcasters, undead magic, ice magic, or wood spirits, I had many things that I could bring out. Also, obtaining the Mage Country's support had always been on my list. Now was the perfect time to use these technologies to increase my reputation.
I already had the technologies. As for shops and workshops, I could also use Amelia's "Thorn Garden". Crystal Street was also quite lively. However, since I had trusted the wrong person, what I needed to consider now was how to rebuild it … and also how to explain to Amelia why her garden and laboratory had been completely rebuilt.
However, in order to reverse Amelia's past influence and have the Cloud Tower's various organizations recognize my "Great Industrial Party" and even give me the right to participate in the Truth Symposium, I would need to show a corresponding amount of power and results. From a certain standpoint, the Mystical Blade's small gift had helped me greatly. It allowed me to avoid the most troublesome step of accumulating power.
"Good morning, Teacher."
"Your Excellency, the weather today is quite nice."
"Hello, would you be free to have lunch together?"
"Senior, please go first."
Along the way, there were countless people who took the initiative to greet me. Among them, there were many white-bearded old mages, and there were also many passionate and beautiful young female mages. Their humility and friendliness made the bastards following behind me feel incredulous.
"Brother Roland, could it be that you've been unpopular for so long that you finally couldn't bear the loneliness and decided to use that magical aphrodisiac from the advertisements? But that thing was clearly useless. "
Renée was rather hesitant, but she still asked in the end. Although some of her words made me feel rather displeased, and some of her words made me want to comment but not pursue the matter, I didn't say anything since this girl was one of the few who didn't have me go to the police station to take her away.
"Hmph, this is the charm of a scholar. A little girl like you wouldn't understand!"
Alright then, if I didn't count all her random abilities, from a certain standpoint, this body of mine had quite a high charm stat. However, it was obviously impossible for my scholar's charm, which hadn't blossomed for a long time, to suddenly explode. The true secret was the Mystical Blade mage robe she was wearing.
It was a dark blue mage robe. Although it wasn't particularly eye-catching, the Tiger Moth Silk fabric embedded with star sand was the highest-level material available. Of course, ordinary mages wouldn't be able to notice such small details. What they could notice was the unique style of the mage robe and the insignia on the robe's chest.
All Mystical Blade mage robes were blue. However, this dark blue color was something only teachers could use. Still, that wasn't a big deal. After all, there were countless magic professors and lecturers in the Cloud Tower. The most important part was the three insignia on the robe's chest.
The first insignia was a blue book with the number 443 on it. This represented that she was in the 443 batch of students after the Cloud Tower had unified the student registration system. Currently, all new students had insignia on their chests that were ranked in the top 600. That young police mage also seemed to have an insignia of around 600. This meant that to her, although I appeared young, I was actually a "senior" who had entered the Cloud Tower more than two hundred years ago.
As for the other two insignia, they were two similar winged crowns. The only difference was that the wings on the black crown were bone wings, while the crown on the white crown was covered in a layer of white ice. This was the highest honor of the Mage Country — the Emblem of Endless Truth.
However, these two insignia didn't have any meaning to them. They were the glorious proof of one's academic achievements. However, the small crown doubtlessly represented that one had reached the pinnacle of one's field of study. The black crown represented one's undead magic, while the white crown represented one's academic achievements in ice magic.
The only requirement to participate in the Truth Symposium was to have such a small emblem. However, for mages who believed that knowledge was power, anyone who could obtain such an emblem would at least be a Myth rank mage, if not a SemiGod.
I was wearing such a seemingly ordinary mage robe, but in the eyes of all the mages passing by, I was an old monster who was at least two hundred years old pretending to be young. Not only that, I was also at the peak of two different types of magic. Perhaps I was even a Truth Overseer, so of course I would be polite.
The reason why I was able to easily bail out these troublesome bastards was because of these insignia's effects. Apart from these insignia, there were also many other insignia that represented one's status and achievements. However, I didn't have any of them. The guy in front of me had more than twenty insignia on his chest, including two Dragonslayer insignia. However, he seemed to be quite displeased. After all, these insignia weren't even allowed to be taken off, and it would be quite eye-catching to wear them on the streets.
It was rumored that the Mage Country made such a rule in order to save time and reduce disputes. After all, there were far too many old monsters here. Perhaps there was a little girl jumping around in front of you who was waiting in line for food that was actually a thousand-year-old monster. If you tried to steal her spot, she would casually use Death's Finger to kill you.
In the distant past, there were all sorts of disputes about "pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger" or "trying to act cool only to be slapped in the face", which annoyed the law enforcement and security departments. However, ever since the Mage Country made this rule, anyone who saw an insignia on their chest would know whether or not they could afford to offend them, which greatly reduced the cost of public security.
As I walked, I made arrangements for what to do next. Soon, we returned to Crystal Street. However, Amelia's store was now completely different from yesterday.
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