After retiring, I became Loli’s magic mentor

"A little civilian girl was brutally frozen to death. What happened to her? Is this a distortion of human nature or a loss of morals? Come watch the new story of 'Black Butler' and buy it!"

The next morning, on the way to Alcott College, Ryan was riding a horse to take Nenelli to Alcott College.

Listening to the slogans of the newsboys on the side of the road promoting newspapers, Ryan's face was extremely stiff.

Nernelli lowered her head and was trying hard to hold back her laughter. Because she wanted to keep her image from laughing out loud, Nernelli was suppressing her face until her face turned red.

The black butler is Ryan, and Ninelli naturally knows it. At the same time, Ninelli has secretly read the stories written by Ryan.

Ninelli also liked those stories very much.

However, Ninelli has always pretended that she has never been interested in the stories written by Ryan. Even Ryan himself does not know that Ninelli has read the stories he wrote.

Although this slogan made Ryan almost burst the belly of his skinny horse, the effect was unexpectedly significant. A large group of people quickly surrounded the newsboy, and the crowd was swarming.

"Give me one!"

"I want one!"

"..."

Seeing this, Ryan accelerated his riding speed and stayed away from this place of right and wrong.

However, these newsboys are located all over Yate City, and you can hear the sound of those newsboys selling newspapers every time you walk.

And it’s basically related to his embarrassing pen name that goes through the center of the earth...

Along the way, Ryan's face became darker and darker.

It's better to find a time to meet with the person in charge of the newspaper and suggest to him that he should not let the newsboy call this name again in the future.

After buying the newspaper, the civilians dispersed and read the newspaper with relish.

However, they all ignored the so-called aristocratic gossip about family and country affairs, and locked their eyes on the "Black Butler" column at first sight.

"Fuck..."

When some civilians finished reading the ending of the story, they subconsciously exclaimed: "How dare you write this?"

Can this be written?

That's not right, this is just a story, and the word Hedley is not mentioned in it. If it were really targeted at this newspaper, it would seem a bit desperate.

Thinking of this, the civilians all laughed out loud, and they also had a great impression of this black butler who dared to make a hidden voice for the civilians.

This is a newspaper! When has anything related to them been written on this?

In a slum, a group of poor people wearing tattered clothes gathered together. The poor people outside had long necks and a group of people gathered around to read a newspaper.

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, I only have one leg!"

"What are you talking about? I'm deaf, I can't hear!"

"Is this a new story written by the black butler? Who bought it? Can you read it? I'm blind."

"The newspaper was bought by a mute, he can't read it!"

In the confusion, the newspaper immediately became dirty.

The mute protected the newspaper with a distressed look on his face. No one wanted to read it. He planned to keep it well.

"I'll tell you. I'll tell you."

The deaf man stepped forward and took the newspaper from the mute's hand. The rest of the group immediately sat down obediently, like students listening in class.

After reading it roughly, the deaf man opened his mouth and began to talk to everyone in an emotional voice.

Deaf people cannot hear their own voices. In fact, deaf people's voices are very unpleasant. The audience below was a little on pins and needles at first, but when the story gradually got on track, everyone was immersed in the story again.

At the end of the story, when people learned that the little girl had frozen to death, they fell into a long silence.

From time to time, bursts of sobs sounded.

For people like them who have no food to eat, no clothing to wear, and even physical disabilities, winter is often the most difficult time every year.

Unable to pick up food or find a job, countless poor people freeze to death in the cold winter every year. There is even a team of knights in Art City that specializes in dealing with corpses on the streets in winter.

The seemingly glamorous Hedley Empire is actually full of people like them, but without exception they are unable to make their voices heard.

Now, one person has chosen to speak for them in the newspaper.

The response to "The Little Match Girl" was obviously much higher than that of Cinderella. Within two hours of selling the newspaper, all the newsboys returned to the newspaper office with their money bags.

Before the newspaper staff had time to count the money, another large group of businessmen crowded into the newspaper office.

"Quick! Bring me 10,000 newspapers!"

"I want 20,000 copies! Print mine first! I'm in a hurry to get to Nilali City!"

"Get lost! I'm still planning to go to Nilali City! You old man, don't fight with me!"

Seeing this, the newspaper staff secretly shook their heads.

I'm afraid the newspapers in surrounding cities will suffer again...

Ryan didn't know what kind of response that story would cause. After sending Nenelli into the classroom, Rowling at the door of the classroom said excitedly to Ryan:

"Mr. Lane, your black butler's name is being called everywhere in Art City now!"

Ryan twitched the corner of his mouth and raised his hand to knock Rowling on the head.

"Bang!"

Rowling put her head in her hands: QAQ

Seeing Rowling's pitiful look, Ryan sighed: "Don't mention that name in front of me in the future. Go to class quickly. Everyone is already here."

"Oh... Then I'm going to class, and I'll leave it to you, Amiya."

"OK OK."

When Rowling entered the classroom, Ryan looked at Octavian who was standing at the door like a pillar, then turned and walked outside the teaching building, preparing to go to the big library to find Amiya.

Octavier naturally followed Ryan silently.

Rowling stood on the podium, her demeanor instantly changed. She lost her silly look when she was next to Ryan and gained a sense of majesty as a mentor.

Down below, Yvette also sat up straight and began to listen to the lecture seriously.

It's not that the magic taught by Rowling has been useful to her, but after spending the past few days together at lunch, she and Rowling have become somewhat familiar with each other, and it's hard not to give Rowling face in class.

"Yesterday we reviewed the categories of magic circles. Today, we will start reviewing the drawing of magic circles. I hope everyone can get good results in the exam next week..."

While talking, Luo Lin suddenly discovered that Nemitua below did not sleep today, but was looking down at something, concentrating.

Tuya was mostly sleeping during class on weekdays. After Luo Lin tried to take care of her a few times, she really couldn't control her anymore, so she just let Nemitua sleep.

Seeing this, Luo Lin couldn't help but asked curiously: "Tuya, what are you looking at?"

"what……"

Tuya was startled, and her tail raised behind her.