"Mist, why don't you get an assistant again?" I asked Mister, buried in a pile of books, in bed. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's okay to be a professor for a while, but as time goes by, more and more copywriting books and other things need to be dealt with by Mist, and every day there will be party invitations and meeting notices issued to her, and other professors will generally find two or three assistants to deal with these things in advance, and Mist has not found an assistant until now, so she has to bring the copywriter back to read it in recent times.

"Forget it, no" Mistre looked up at me, and cut her hair by the way.

"Don't be reckless, I won't be jealous, if you're afraid, just find a few female assistants." I preached to Mister.

"Cut, it would be nice if you could be jealous, you know, I've been looking for two recently, I've already taken a fancy to two, find time to negotiate and see if they are willing." Mister preached. I got up and cast a calming spell on her, a clarification spell, which were the foundational magic of the Light Sacrifice.

Mistre beckoned to me and motioned for me to come over. After I passed, she raised her hand and grabbed my neck and kissed me lightly on the face, "Thank you, this is a reward, if you are tired, rest early, I guess it will take a while." She preached to me.

I nodded, and went back to bed to read, I still had a lot to read about books on the theory of magic, in fact sometimes I was still looking after the lights were turned off, I wasn't human, and my night vision allowed me to see without light.

During this time, I was basically separated from the first-year course, and after Valerie's introduction, I was assigned to work irregular hours in a processing factory, because I was not a regular worker, my salary was not too high, and it was this factory that made me have a new understanding of the Holy See of Light.

This is the Crystal Lamp Workshop under the Holy See of Light, so it may not be rigorous, to be precise, it is the largest organization of the Holy See of Light in the city where I am now, and the low-level Crystal Lamp Factory under the Central Auditorium of Walit. Such factories exist in every city, and of course they cannot be directly opened in the name of the Bright Sect, but in the name of various organizations that are inextricably linked to the Bright Church or have no superficial connection.

This relationship was only known to me later, and this kind of secrecy is naturally not something that I can grasp now.

But just now I can see some clues, not because of how smart I am, but because of the core program here, which injects light magic energy into the magic circle of the crystal lamp, which can only be done by members of the Holy See of Light, which means that if the Holy See of Light issues a ban on clergy from working here, then the world will have to return to the age of candles after a while.

I was distressed for a while when I found out about this situation, but after this time, I figured out that no matter how influential the Holy See is, it will not have any effect on my purpose, so why should I bother here?

For a period of time after that, I basically practiced my light magic power in this factory, in fact, if I had a lot of work in a day, the light magic energy in my body might be completely consumed, and then after recovery, there would be a small increase, and as my proficiency increased, I became more and more comfortable with the use of light magic elements.

This kind of low-level method can only be discovered and used by the grassroots class like me, I thought to myself.

The nobility and the core members of the Bright Sect naturally have better ways of education and practice. Just like Lieguston, his father is the Pope, and he can naturally receive the best education from the Holy See of Light since he was a child, but maybe this excessive education backfired, making this former pope rebel in the end.

When I went back, I joked to Mister that if she couldn't survive in the future, she would find a small place to make crystal lamps to feed her, and she gave me a blank look, saying that if she could really support her, she wouldn't have to go to social activities every day now to accumulate contacts for herself. Although in my opinion, there is such a thing as a relationship, but only one's own strength is the most important thing, but I thought about it, after all, I am a person outside this world, and Mister is a person in this world, so don't say this kind of thing.

The society of human beings is the society of relationships, which is different from the world of the dead.

Accepting several assassination missions a month, coupled with this unstable job, will naturally make Mister's life good, but after all, our goal is not to support his family, so naturally we need to pay a lot more.

Mister's family can be promoted from a rich family to a nobleman, which is inseparable from Mister's strength, according to this situation, in the end, Mister naturally wants to master her family, although Mister is with me every day, and she behaves like a gentle little daughter-in-law, but I can still feel the kind of thing called ambition from her body.

That is, since childhood in this society, the natural desire for upper life and rights, and when you have the ability, you must strive to chase, in the concept of human beings, the ideal of a teenager is either to become the strongest, or to become the highest, although some people will be dull because of failure, but there will always be some people who seize the opportunity to work hard.

Mister should be such a person.

I don't object to her efforts, that's her own business, and although she said she didn't want me to leave, I knew I was going to leave sooner or later, and I didn't owe her anything, but I still hope that she won't be sad after I leave, at least less because she has achieved some kind of goal.

So sometimes I ask her, Mister, do you want to be the strongest fire mage, or do you want your family to be the most powerful in this world? At this time, she usually puts her hand on my forehead and says, "Did you wake up or did you have a fever and burned your brain?"

I could see from the change in her expression when she heard my question that she actually wanted to develop the family the most, even if she had conflicts with her father, but every human being, it seems that the feeling of belonging to her own family is innate, just like An Ling, and in the end, she did not give up her identity as the Sandru family.

Soon it was time for the assessment, the first grade exam was simply outrageous, just a test of theoretical knowledge and the simplest lighting skills, I tried my best to restrain my play or achieved the best results in the class, not that I was too strong, it was that the people in the same class as me were too bad, at least there were still a few people in other classes who were better than me, but I felt ashamed to show off this kind of thing!

The day after the assessment, we went to class as usual. Didn't you say that there was a holiday? Well, it turned out to belong directly to other faculties, we didn't.