Chapter 81: Big News

Chapter 81: Big News

After hearing Yingling’s words, Kevin understood her meaning. However, after giving it some thought, he shook his head. “Miss Yingling, the benefits concerning Sir Barton and Her Highness Princess Ocris are fine. But for such a big matter, saying two little wizards were involved—and they were temporary workers too… that’s a bit hard to justify. Ahem, are they looking to pursue an official career?”

Yingling’s face immediately fell. She sipped her tea, took a light puff of her cigarette, and without even glancing at Kevin, started chatting and laughing with Ross.

This left Kevin in an awkward position, and many of the agents also looked rather embarrassed.

It seemed they had offended this local power.

Could it be they needed to share the credit a bit more?

Kevin cautiously glanced at Ross over there and found that Ross paid no attention to this matter at all.

Indeed, Lord Polst didn’t care about this credit; he looked down on such minor credit. What he wanted was fame, a name in the newspapers, and the hearts of the voters!

But with more people involved, wouldn’t his own share of the credit shrink again?

For this Polst matter to be handled well, he not only needed this local power but might also need to ask her aunt to pull some strings later—otherwise, the three portions of credit for capturing Harold wouldn’t be so easy to swallow.

Kevin figured it out. He said, “Miss Yingling. We have noted down the names you mentioned. Rest assured, this matter will be handled properly—I’m familiar with the Mystery Office. In a little while, they might need to lend some personnel. When that time comes, I will look after these two young ones.”

After hearing this, Yingling beamed with a smile.

It seemed this Kevin kid knew what was good for him.

That brat Louis really got a bargain—this major credit was comparable to a letter of recommendation from one of those big political donors behind the Ministry of Magic officials!

Where else could he get a recommendation letter of that level?

Even my aunt couldn’t get one!

With this credit, earning a plain-colored card should be enough for him.

Consider this an investment… When you make it big later, kid, you better remember my favor!

…

A few days later, at the dinner table.

[Three of Hearts promotion merit +1]

[Louis: Three of Hearts (3/3), Four of Hearts (0/3)]

[Current promotion merit available: Crowley Grand Manor, Mysterious Bizarre Incident (A-Level!)]

[Referrer: The great banker Mr. Barriff (phone call tomorrow)]

[Invitors: The desperate Crowley Family (Muggles), the grieving ‘Major textile industry capitalist. Captain of the Sorrento United Kingdom Seventh Fleet. Governor of the Three States Province Colony. Military and political figure’ Acina Crowley (Muggle Governor, Earl), the grieving chief heir ‘Miss Kate Crowley’ (Muggle, investable)]

[Teammates: Three British Archmages (Does magic really exist in this world?), 3 Moon Goddess Divine Officials (Do such demons really exist in this world?), Temple Knight (He has the martial skills you need)]

[Usable identities (2): Sacred Tree Theological College Priest Louis, Detective Assistant Nun Helen / Nun Ocris]

[Completion reward: Random attribute +5, Ministry of Magic merit +1, Stuart’s reasonable letter of recommendation +1, Ocris Kingdom of Sorrento Royal Court prestige +200, Louis Kingdom of Sorrento prestige +200, Invitation to a banquet by Their Majesties Dalphinia and Ignatius]

At the table, Louis looked at the Narration while holding a newspaper, his expression extremely odd.

‘After all these twists and turns, the credit still ended up in my hands?’

‘Doing good deeds without leaving a name is really too difficult.’

‘But didn’t the Storybook say it was a recommendation letter? How did it turn into credit? It seems the Fate Line is already messed up beyond recognition, and even the Storybook can’t predict with 100% accuracy.’

“Ahem, ahem.” Helen poked Louis, signaling him to listen properly to her sister.

Louis put down the newspaper and looked at Ocris, who was telling a ‘story,’ and couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

“…At that time, Sir Yingling and I just happened to pass by, and the great Magician Harold was helplessly captured by our combined efforts. However, thinking that I didn’t really need this credit, I considered whether to take care of my student…”

Ocris deliberately paused her words, elegantly swirled her wine glass, and took a small sip of red wine under her sister’s full-of-admiration gaze and Louis’s eye-rolling.

Now, Ocris could stand tall and proud in front of her student again, holding her head high, and her feet under the table began to sway—this time, wouldn’t I, this Highness, rebuild my prestige in the Ministry of Magic and among the Court Wizards?

Won’t I be noticed again by the academic wizards? Become the focus of the academy?

Later, I’ll create another big news, and won’t I secure a vice-dean position at the academy!

By then, my disciples will be everywhere, and supporters all around. Then, if I strive for the Queen of Hearts, could the next Witch Queen be snatched by someone else?

It’s just that Father is a bit annoying; these wizards’ newspapers can’t be seen in the Muggle World.

After Father was cursed by that little Pixie, he still thinks I’m just idling away at a place called the ‘Sacred Tree Theological College’…

I really want to be in the Muggle World’s newspapers too…

This Princess is almost disappearing without a trace in her own kingdom…

“Sister, hurry up and continue!” Helen said impatiently, her little hands twisting together—since they made the newspaper, does it mean she and Louis would get promoted too?

“Hmph, you two little ones got a bargain. It’s just that certain people never seem to know gratitude and always annoy people all day.” Saying this, Ocris deliberately gave Louis a look.

“Sister, sister, you’re so amazing, ahem.” Helen clapped vigorously and pinched Louis with her foot, signaling him to clap quickly.

Seeing Louis still rolling his eyes, Ocris couldn’t help but kick him under the table.

“Clap clap clap clap, amazing, amazing, my teacher is the best.” Louis, holding his teacher’s leg, smiled and started clapping.

Feeling her foot was trapped, Ocris looked at Louis in disbelief: ‘Does he even see me as his teacher in his eyes!’

After dinner, Ocris ordered Louis to properly clean up the dishes and tidy the room, then went back to her room to secretly work on the homework Louis had assigned to her through Helen.

Helen stuck out her tongue, glanced at Louis, and seemed to intend to clean up with him.

‘Getting tough with me all day, and still wants to gain prestige among the Muggles? Wants to be in the Muggles’ newspapers? I was even thinking of taking you on this business trip to broaden your horizons. With this attitude?’

‘The younger one is more sensible.’ Louis looked at the obedient Helen and smilingly patted her head. “Good girl, Brother will take you to see a ghost tomorrow.”

Helen’s mouth fell open, and she looked like she was about to cry from fear. “Can I not go?”

“No, a witch afraid of ghosts? You’re shaming your teacher (pointing at his own nose)!”

After taking a bath, while drying his hair, Louis coughed in the Living Room and called out the secret code the three had agreed upon towards Ocris’s door: “I’ve finished my bath.”

Currently, although the two silly sisters secretly did Louis’s homework, they still hadn’t figured out how to cancel the magical agreement they had made themselves.

However, during their various midnight antics every night, the two sisters had successfully annoyed Louis, so the three signed a supplementary agreement and set a secret code.

As long as Louis said the code, the contents of the magical agreement wouldn’t take effect for a while—taking a bath was this code.

So, after Ocris heard the code, she relaxed. Continuing in her ‘self-deception,’ she happily went back to doing her homework.

On the other side, Louis returned to his bedroom and locked the door. After reading for a while, he looked at the Blackhorn Alley map for a bit, thinking about whether to visit Yingling’s place.

He hadn’t been there since last time—thinking of this, Louis couldn’t help but smile.

But thinking of Stuart’s worried face, Louis sighed again—lately, Stuart had been studying very diligently, as if he would die if he missed a single day of class…

Shaking his head, Louis got into bed and entered the Dream World.

Under the tree, Louis sat on a boulder and began today’s lesson for the fourteen people. Watching the fourteen individuals sitting around, writing furiously, Louis nodded to himself.

Ross and the others were understandable; they had ideals, goals, and wanted to write books for Muggles. So they worked very hard.

Harold was also understandable. As his chief disciple, he had always been the most diligent.

But Stuart, who used to be lazy and gluttonous, had recently been studying like mad, gritting his teeth, as if he wanted to surpass the top student Harold in the first-grade curriculum.

As if he would die if he didn’t surpass him…

“Master…” Stuart put down the four pens in his four hands, the flames in his eyes flickering uncontrollably. “Lately, the Magic Prison has been a bit restless…”

“Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm.” Fat Harold adjusted his monocle and grinned ferociously.

Stuart looked at his master with a face full of despair and said, “I want to ask for leave for a business trip recently, is that still okay?”

“Fine, go ahead. Just don’t miss the evening lessons.” Sighing, Louis then turned a smiling face to his other good student. “Harold, do you want to go on a business trip?”

“No no no no, I want to stay in the Magic Prison a while longer. It’s quite peaceful here, and interesting.” Harold used the knowledge learned today to fold the newspaper in front of him into shapes resembling Wands, then chuckled like a deranged fat kid. “Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm…”

Looking at the piles of newspaper wands in front of Harold, Stuart showed a look of despair and helplessness.

When did this lunatic steal all the newspapers from the prison’s publicity department? And bring them into the Dream World!

What was taught today? I don’t know; it seems impressive—could those newspapers really be used as wands?

He made several thousand of them; who are they for?

Suddenly, Stuart’s mind buzzed.

Oh no, oh no, oh no!

It’s all over now… Oh wait, I’m on vacation.

Heh heh heh.

My old buddy Polst, I won’t interfere with tonight’s riot.

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