I am a stubborn person and work for the evil god to fight against female prostitution.

Chapter 79

On the same night, in the luxurious room on the second floor of the No Return Inn, Mr. Mage's angry cry was heard.

"Hart, Hart, where are you?"

"Here it is, Mr. Crowvis!" the

gray cloak rustled behind his back.

The young man's leather boots, a little larger, stepped on the floor of the inn's stairs and climbed down the lookout in three steps and two steps.

"Young man, what were you looking at at the window just now?" said

Senior Mage Clovis, who had just finished his meal, unhurriedly wiping the corners of his mouth with the napkin in front of him, and yelled at the new servant.

"I'm looking at the lights of the Golden Owl casino on the other side of the river, it's a splendor I've never seen before in the Rhineberg..."

Oh no, I almost forgot. You're a mage. "

Good, Hart. Look, you've obviously improved, why is that?

You've broadened your horizons.

Never say 'impossible' lightly until you verify it on the ground.

See, don't you understand this by now

?" "Yes, but is that what you called me down to ask this?"

said Hart with some displeasure at Mr. Clauvis's usual lesson.

However, the middle-aged mage waved his hand.

He pulled a mahogany pipe from his bosom, untied the small leather pouch around his waist, and twisted some tobacco out of it.

I rubbed it with my hand, put it in front of my nose and sniffed it, and then put it into the shallow smoke pot with great care.

Take off the mage's robes and lean back on the easy chair with your long legs straight.

Clauvis, by the window, narrowed his eyes pleasantly, and a long straight column of smoke slowly spat out of his mouth.

"Of course not, your dinner.

Only then did Hart look in the direction of his finger.

The oil lamps on the beams were half-hidden in the smoke, and in front of the roaring fire, in the dim light, a small square table was neatly laid out.

It's filled with Hart's favorite food.

The table in front of me was covered with a snow-white tablecloth with blackberries cut into small pieces, freshly baked white bread (already coated with cream), chunks of soft cheese, plates of cooked meat, and a vegetable soup with a golden glow.

The young man swallowed involuntarily.

"Eat! what are you waiting for?"

Clauis flicked his fingers, a flash of magic flashed, and a stool popped out from under the table.

First he bowed respectfully to the two present, and then slipped under Hart's ass like a whirlwind.

Driven by the magic stool, he involuntarily came to the table and picked up a knife and fork.

"Oh, don't think about keeping it for me, I've already eaten my portion. "

Really, that's great!"

and, to be honest, with his current appetite, there was probably not much left left.

So, without thinking, Hart picked up a plum and put it in his mouth to chew.

The sweetness and freshness of the mouth made him instantly forget the little dissatisfaction he had before.

No longer caring about etiquette, he began to eat a lot of food, who had long been hungry.

"Uh-huh... Governess...... Mr. Clauvis!!It's so hearty!"

Don't worry, young man, at least don't be too happy too soon.

"When the goddess opened her eyes, she said to herself: everything has just begun.

You should believe in balance.

He quoted a quote from the Canon of Justice.

However, Hart, who believes in the way of timely pleasure, does not care about balance.

Moreover, it doesn't matter what tomorrow is.

He swept through the food in front of him like a whirlwind.

I poured three more cups of sweet beer from the waiter.

Only then did he spread his stomach on the seat, looking satisfied.

The soft chirping of birds, the crackling of firewood, and the smell of smoke from the finest tobacco almost put Hart to sleep.

"I didn't expect you to finish your meal so quickly," just then, as the smoke died down, and Clauvis suddenly said, "It's

only been half an hour." "

Ahh

I've just finished smoking this tobacco.

Next, I want to make good on my previous promises.

Of course, if you want to get some fresh air, I can leave the window open.

With that, he stretched out his hand and blew a strong wind open the window sash.

"Keep your promise? Are you—"

Hearing this, Hart suddenly came to his senses and his emotions soared.

In the glow of the moonlight and the breeze that poured in, the mage Crowis took a deep breath.

He snapped his fingers.

The tie was loosened, the leather boots were taken off and replaced by slippers, and the gray-black waistcoat flew automatically to help him put them on.

The furnishings in the room have changed dramatically, and the tables, chairs, and benches are all close to the stove.

Mr. Mage motioned for Hart to sit down across from him, ready for a fireside chat.

Hart was neither thrilled nor surprised by such a magical scene.

In just one day, the adaptable young man became familiar with Clauvis's 'little tricks'.

"As your full reward for seven days of work, you want to know the promotion conditions of the 'Holy Rank'.

Am I right about that?"

He replied honestly

, "Please tell me, sir."

"Of course I will tell you that the Goddess said that keeping promises is a good quality that everyone should have.

Clauvis spread his hands exaggeratedly and leaned comfortably back on the couch.

"I'll tell you, and for now, because it's easy to say.

First, you need to accumulate enough magic power in your body.

Of course, you know? I'm talking about the upper limit of normalcy.

Buff magic, potions, special equipment, rituals, circles, and more... The norm that excludes all external interference.

"This is the same for every rank promotion? I remember when I was promoted at the junior level, too..."

"That's right!"

The middle-aged mage still said in a thunderous voice:

"Every promotion has to go through this stage, this is the simplest, no tricks can be played!

The speed of mana accumulation only depends on two points.

The first is the body's affinity for magic, which is innate and generally cannot be changed.

The second is how hard the training is..."

Hearing this, Hart blurted out as if he remembered something:

"Activate the magic in training and communicate with the 'Great Source' in the outside world, right?"

Clauis glanced at him and nodded.

"It seems that you are familiar with the basics, so you don't need to talk too much.

In short, if you are aspiring to reach the Holy Rank and beyond.

Basic training is essential every day, and the exact timing depends on talent.

However, in general, it should not be less than three hours. "

Ah!" cried Hart,

"for this is what Mr. Crowis said at noon to go to training.

But I'm in... Go to bed.

He sighed in self-loathing.

"If I were you, I'd go to the training ground to make up for it, but let's listen to it now.

Factors such as the upper limit of mana, the precision of manipulation, the maximum instantaneous output, and the duration of the release are the keys to determining the promotion of beginner, intermediate, and senior levels.

However, the Holy Class will be different. "

What's the difference?"

Hart arched forward, raising his childish face with curiosity.

With a wave of his hand, he extinguished the fire.

In the dark, Clauis sets up a simple soundproof barrier.

In a volume that only the two of them could hear, he said word by word:

"From the advanced to the holy level, it is a difficult journey to find your own 'path'. For

a moment, there was silence, and only these six words echoed in Hart's head.

He was dumbfounded.

"Why do you say that, Mr. Crowvis?,

aren't we walking our own path all the time?"

"You're wrong!" The

mage grimaced.

"I'm not talking about an abstract concept, but a real path to take.

This is both a shackle and a key to sublimation.

This is the path you have chosen, so there is no cleverness, no trickery.

You must know how shrewd you are, even if you can deceive everyone, but you can't deceive yourself.

If you don't want to fall into the realm, just follow that path. "

I... Still don't understand. "

Of course you don't understand," Clauvis smiled, "because you're still too far away."

"Can't you explain it a little more clearly?"

"If you want to know, wait seven days."

"You're asking me to continue to be your servant.

"Of course, your loyalty has earned you recognition.

However, the agreement requires the consent of both parties, it is not forced, and if you don't want to, you can leave on your own.

However, I would like to say that after these two days of getting along, you should also understand that this job is not as difficult as you imagined.

Hart lowered his head and thought in earnest.

"Indeed, as you say.

However, for the past two days, you have just stayed in the inn and fiddled with some incomprehensible magic circles.

I still don't understand what you're going to do. Perhaps, it will be quite dangerous. "

No, Hart," a sly glint flashed in the corner of Clauvis's eye.

"I'm a tinkerer, adding gadgets to the original and at my employer's request.

Actually, there is nothing special, it's just that the repairs are a bit big.

Have you ever seen a dangerous tinker

?" "How big?" the young man keenly grasped the crux of the matter.

"It's huge. "

Specifically?"

"Specifically,