Chapter 76: The Most Meaningful Thing

Chapter 76: The Most Meaningful Thing

When Louis returned from Yingling’s place that night, it was already midnight. As usual, he gave lessons in the dream to Harold, Stuart, and twelve others, then left some assignments before going to sleep.

Waking up in the morning, Louis glanced at last night’s Narration record and fell into thought.

‘Does this count as a defeat?’

‘The Storybook must be unreliable.’

[Yingling/Inspector Kevin’s Recommendation Letter +1 (Pending)]

[Requirement: According to the strings of fate, if you just ‘chat’ with those Agents in the ‘Fish Tank’ who are watching the Dark Wizards feed chickens, your third recommendation letter will, with great probability, appear following fate’s course.]

Seeing this, Louis raised an eyebrow.

‘My reading comprehension is indeed perfect.’

The flower card was a pass that could let him show his face openly and honorably.

Don’t look down on the Three of Hearts for being a low number. Many children of nobles and officials, when they first started their jobs, could only get a number card at most, not a flower card.

Even Kevin now was only a ‘Five of Diamonds’—impressively awesome!

With such an open and honorable identity, he could enter through the front door anywhere, and people would serve him tea and water after he entered.

Instead of being so scared they lay flat on the ground.

Making it seem like he was a bad guy.

Thinking of this, Louis felt a bit restless. He put on his clothes and walked out of the bedroom.

It was Saturday, and it was already 10 AM. The two sisters had long since gone out.

There were many small baskets near the table, breakfast sent by the Yordles. After eating for a while, Louis found a note Helen had secretly left in a basket.

[You big bad guy, you delayed sister’s plans. Sister was supposed to take you to a charity banquet last night, but you didn’t come back. Sister was angry with you. Helen couldn’t go either, hmph.]

[We went to listen to Principal Oliver’s lecture, Louis. Sister told me not to tell you, she’s probably afraid you’ll learn it—be careful, Louis. Sister said when school starts, she’ll settle all accounts, big and small, and then wash you up. (Grimace)]

‘This little traitor.’

‘Your sister wanted to take me to a banquet, my foot. She wanted to use me as a shield.’

‘I dealt with Yingling last night. That dance partner who came to pick up Yingling and the noble ready to be introduced to Ocris waited at the entrance staring at each other for half the night. They were still there looking at the moon when I came out. What banquet did you two go to last night? Nobody came to pick you up.’

‘Sigh, did I ruin someone’s blind date? Feel a bit ashamed. Twenty-three, in this era, is almost considered a leftover woman.’

After finishing breakfast, Louis called for a flying carpet on the balcony, placed the baskets on it, and sent them back to the Magic Cat Restaurant. Then he changed clothes and went to the hideout.

On the stone table there, Louis spread out the magic ‘paper’, smiled while looking at it for a moment, then flew into the painting inside the Magician’s Box.

…

Magic Circus Secret Realm.

Near the newly developed farmhouse by the circus entrance.

Looking at the group of dumbfounded Agents sitting at the circus entrance, the great Voodoo Demon Marquis ‘Ross’ sneered coldly, bent down, and casually picked up two eggs.

After putting away the eggs, he took out his golden silk handkerchief and elegantly wiped the chicken droppings off his dragon-leather boots.

“Don’t just stand there dumbly. There’s no way out from here. And don’t try to use Apparition, or bear the consequences yourself.”

Ross fed the chickens while sneering and said:

“Cluck cluck cluck cluck, cluck cluck cluck cluck cluck—Speaking of the previous Magic Circus Secret Realm, we twelve could still play around with Harold inside. This current one, huh, even if we twelve plus the Magician were here, we couldn’t get out.”

“You have it much better than we did before, with food and drink every day, and work to do. These days you don’t even have to dance anymore…”

Saying this, Ross couldn’t help but turn his head and secretly wipe away a tear.

Originally, everyone thought the Faceless Ones were Agents of the Ministry of Magic. So when these Agents entered the hat some time ago, everyone was quite excited, thinking after playing the final round of cards, they could go enjoy life in the Magic Prison Black Prison.

Turns out these Agents were not subordinates of the Faceless Ones at all—at first when the Agents said they weren’t, nobody believed them.

But after he and Jason dealt with all twelve Agents, everyone believed it.

Subordinates of the Faceless Ones?

Pah.

You’re not worthy!

If you can’t even beat me, are you worthy of being called subordinates of the Faceless Ones?

From now on, I, Ross, am the threshold of Hydra!

“Cluck cluck cluck cluck, cluck cluck cluck cluck.”

But anyway, since the day the Agents came in, life got better—thank heavens, that lunatic Harold did contribute a little. His Magician’s Box was actually pretty good.

After that, that Demon Stuart also started coming over often with food. And he arranged a lot of work for everyone.

What did Stuart say?

“Originally the Boss planned to keep you as carpenters forever, locked here building his Manor. But after my persuasion, he understood your importance and changed his mind. So he plans to have you reform through labor—everyone behave, don’t cause trouble for me, otherwise if the Boss finds out about your bounty, he’ll definitely extract your souls and throw you all into the Magic Prison.”

What a joke, who is the Grand Alchemist? Who is the Voodoo Demon Marquis?

Since the day we met, I, Ross, have been a farmer mixing chicken droppings and composting manure, okay?

The Potions of this world… ahem, the fruits and vegetables of this world, how to grow and cultivate them, how to adjust them, there’s nothing I don’t understand.

This high salary of 2 Gold Galleons, I deserve it reasonably.

Looking at the chickens that had grown almost as big as dogs, and the distant leek fields with plants taller than a person, Ross showed a gratified smile.

‘That fleet of the Blood Parrot youngsters lived up to expectations after all. They managed to find this leek and gave it to Stuart in the Mirror on the ship. The Boss should be satisfied. Probably, I’ll get a raise next month.’

‘Of course, it would be even better if we could go out for some fresh air occasionally. But, what we are doing now is also very meaningful…’

Thinking of this, Ross looked with some disdain at the Scarred Immortal Jason herding sheep in the distance. Indeed, look at those sheep you’re raising, they are big, bigger than horses. Their horns are big too.

But these cows and sheep, their bones are almost showing, their eyes are burning with soul-fire, can they still produce dung pellets?

Can they still provide meat, milk, and manure for compost?!

So irresponsible!

These people are really fools, lazy and not doing proper work all day. Before, they were even upset about the 2 Gold Galleon salary for a while.

They have no idea what this ’employment fee’ represents.

According to the law, we are all accomplices now, one foot already inside Hydra’s door.

Who cares what we are doing now? Surely there will be big things to do in the future—with a group like us gathered together, anything we do will be earth-shattering, right?!

A powerful Wizard younger than the Dark Lord!

A powerful Wizard dedicated to spreading Magic, not opposed to low-level Wizards learning Magic!

Some say he was born from the Dreams of all Wizards… Ross believed it might be true.

Because he must have been born for this purpose…

This world needs to change…

As for now, it’s just lying low temporarily, preparing slowly.

The time isn’t ripe yet.

Our people will grow more and more…

So the most important thing now is to become the Boss’s trusted confidant. And no matter what we do, as long as it makes the Boss happy, it has great meaning. And as long as we can earn his trust, what does a little bootlicking or shoveling chicken droppings matter?

Those who can’t patiently lie low, how can they be qualified to stay in Hydra?

What we are doing must absolutely not be exposed…

But there are always fools who can’t see through it.

Thinking of this, Ross sneered again and looked at the Immortal Scarface Jason.

So these fools… wait?

What is that fool doing?

That booklet in his hand… Is he secretly studying the ‘homework’ the Boss left?!

Damn it! Before, the Boss seemed to have left some Magic homework in the dream, and said he would meet in reality these days to check the results.

These bastards, pulling me to play cards all day, but secretly studying behind my back!

We agreed to ‘fail’ together, but they are all liars!

But… this homework is indeed very difficult. He could tell it seemed like something extremely fundamental, yet almost impossible to understand.

It must definitely not be simple.

What did the Boss call that thing?

‘Elementary Knowledge Diagram (Elementary Mana Field Theory)’?

A foundational academic subject that can theorize Magic? Something that allows Wizards to logically study Magic?

It is too significant. It should be widely spread! It should be well protected! It must not be destroyed by the Ministry of Magic!

The Dark Lord was right, various Magic knowledge should also be integrated. Commoner Wizards should also learn more Magic, not just that tiny bit of everyday Magic Spells.

Magic should be reformed, the Wizard community should be expanded, low-level Wizards should learn more things, Wizards should no longer be ruled by the Great Family Nobles—the Boss is also doing this recently. He’s having us write down all the Magic we know into books.

The Wizarding World needs to change! We can’t play house in a small circle anymore. We should break the Ministry’s blockade, go out and see this world…

After all, the outside world has already turned upside down…

Thinking of the war he once participated in as a Muggle, this over two-hundred-year-old ‘Great Voodoo Demon Marquis’ Ross, who once shook the Wizarding World, had deep fear in his eyes.

“A bunch of frogs in a well… Cluck cluck cluck cluck, cluck cluck cluck cluck.”