Magic Underachiever

Brown was really shocked. Sure enough... there was no ancient hero who was not a monster.

Seeing that Hannah had started to clean up the room for herself, all kinds of magic came at her fingertips. The scattered clothes and books were automatically sorted and arranged. Many of the exquisite spells were only used for cleaning. Brown, who was standing aside, could only marvel and wanted to help. But I don't know what to do.

"Hannah...I...went out to buy something. You must be hungry too. What would you like to eat?"

Hannah walked to the window and looked at the street outside. This is the second floor. There are street lights at regular intervals on the road outside, and you can also see a few pedestrians returning home late at night.

Although no suspicious stalker was found, Hannah still said vigilantly: "Mr. Jennings, I didn't see any shops still open nearby. It's too dangerous for you to go out at this time... How about..."

At this time, there was a knock on the door. Brown opened the door and saw a shy girl standing outside the door holding a cake in her hand.

"Jen...Professor Jennings..." After seeing Brown, the girl was happy at first, and then her cheeks immediately turned crimson: "I...just...heard your door ring, and I was afraid that a stranger would come in. Come and take a look... I didn’t expect you to be here.”

Brown recognized the girl as Grace, the landlord's daughter. A very cute girl, a student of Saroyan Academy of Magic, who happens to be a junior magician studying in Brown's Junior Ministry of Magic. Grace was discovered to have magical talent very early. Although her talent was not high, as a citizen of Saroyan, she was admitted to the Saroyan Academy of Magic.

If your talent is not high, you have to use a lot of magic potential to stimulate potions to activate more potential, which is a lot of expense. However, her family has such a large rental apartment. Not counting other income, the monthly rent alone is enough to cover all Grace's school expenses.

Because Brown rented the house of Grace's family, he also took great care of Grace in the college, so much so that the young girl in love actually became obsessed with his teacher.

This also troubled Brown very much. He wanted to live somewhere else, but he couldn't find a house that was so cheap, suitable, and so close to the college.

"Grace..." Brown said to the girl with freckles in a professor's manner: "The new semester is about to begin... I hope you can spend all your energy on your studies. You Your magic potential has been developed very smoothly. If your grades in cultural classes can be improved a little more, you can get the certification of a fourth-level intermediate magician.

This will be of great help to you later in life. "

Brown knew that Grace's grades in cultural classes were actually very good, but every time it came time for exams, her grades were always a little bit behind. This time Brown quietly reminded Grace, hoping she could figure it out... There is a watershed between intermediate magicians and junior magicians...

"I know, Professor Jennings, I will work hard..." Although the girl nodded, she did not understand Brown's meaning. She asked again: "When I was at the door just now... I heard the professor talking to someone. , is there a guest at your house?”

"Oh...yes..." Brown wanted to introduce Hannah, but when he turned around, he found that Hannah was nowhere to be seen in the house. Realizing that it was a hero from the ancient magical era, Brown said in order to prevent Grace from getting into trouble: "Maybe I'm contacting the spell... the sound is too loud. You know the new semester is coming, and I have to do it for you." Make some preparations for the course.”

"Professor Jennings is the best magic professor..." Grace smiled sweetly and presented the cake in front of Brown: "This is a cake I made by myself. You must have come here from the train station so late. Without eating...I added a lot of nuts and a little bit of rose petals."

For such a girl, Brown could only show a helpless smile. He took the tray with the cake and said to Grace: "Thank you...I am indeed hungry. The night is very late now. You should go to bed early and be careful of the steps." …”

"Good night, Professor Jennings."

"Good night, Miss Grace."

After closing the door and hearing Grace walking to the first floor on the wooden floor, Brown breathed a sigh of relief and turned around, and then saw Hannah standing by the window seemingly motionless.

The room had been cleaned, and Brown put the cake on the dining table and said to Hannah: "Look...our dinner is here. I assure you, the cake baked by Miss Grace is really delicious."

Eat it while it's hot...and rest.

You sleep on the bed, and I... meditate here. After seeing the magic you showed, I feel very inferior. "

Hannah used the ice knife made by the shaping magic to separate the cake into small pieces that were easy to eat, and then said: "I actually don't need to rest... If it's inconvenient, sir, I can hang it on the eaves outside your window. Down……"

hang? Under the roof?

Such a beautiful maid hanging outside the eaves of her own house?

No problem?

…

When Da Liang and Brown arrived in Saroyan City and settled down in their respective residences, Jessica and Sir Charles also boarded the patrol airship that came to rescue.

The expedition was attacked by the undead.

This was Sir Charles' explanation to the airship captain.

The captain had no doubts... This is the Death Desert, and it is the night of the Death Desert. Even the most experienced mercenaries don't know what kind of undead are buried under their feet. If it is some low-level undead such as skeletons and zombies, the mercenaries can still escape with the guns in their hands; but if they encounter some slightly higher-level undead, or fall into the tide of undead, they will basically end up being wiped out.

Jessica and Sir Charles were in very bad condition. The captain thought they were still in shock after escaping death, so he didn't disturb them again. He asked the soldiers on the airship to bring Jessica and Sir Charles blankets, food and water, and let them rest in the cabin.

Jessica leaned against the wall of the cabin with blankets around her, looking at the night sky outside through the round glass window.

The starry sky was very beautiful, but Jessica was not in the mood to appreciate the beauty of the sky in the Death Desert. This night she experienced something that changed her whole life abruptly... An ancestor who was still alive across two thousand years, his status in the ancient magic era was higher... higher than the highest mountain she knew.

And he was too high and too far away, invisible and intangible, just like a dream, but the feeling of flying on a dragon just now was definitely not a dream.

Jessica couldn't help but glance at Sir Charles next to him, who was also looking out the window, wondering what he was thinking.

Compared to the vague ancestor, Jessica cared more about... the man who raised her.

Jessica couldn't hate Sir Charles.

Without Sir Charles, she would have died in the hands of those fanatics who stared into the abyss... From childhood to adulthood, he had never hurt her... But he was indeed a member of the Church who stared into the abyss and participated in the massacre.

His hands were covered in blood.