i used to be a devil

Yi Rang used to be a big devil, the kind who almost destroyed the world.

Although there are quite a lot of big devil kings these days, and the world is about to be destroyed at every turn, it cannot be denied that he almost did this kind of thing before, and let the world go at the last moment.

"Have you suddenly realized that you are reluctant to part with this colorful world?"

A line of large golden characters appeared above the notebook on another table, as if condensed into a solid body, and then slowly disappeared like golden smoke in a blink of an eye.

It was a magic notebook. This kind of thing is an automatic writing tool that is quite popular in the Leicester continent. It was customized by an alchemist and has the ability to automatically record.

It’s just that Yi Rang’s book is a little different——

With self-awareness, there is a soul that Yirang doesn't know where it came from.

That spirit called itself Ruth.

Yi Rang who was questioned did not speak, but just looked at the theoretical basis of low-level mages in his hand and ignored the notebook that continued to ask questions.

"..."

The interviewee suddenly lost his mind, and the story could not continue.

Ruth "saw" the words written on her page, and began to play freely.

However, no one believes this persona when it is said.

After all, he seemed to have no temperament.

From the past to the present, there is no way to put Yi Rang on such characters as the world-destroying, evil, evil, and mad king—he always reveals a kind of temperament from top to bottom: I am just a passerby.

To give a few examples: There is no cuteness that looks particularly incompatible with his appearance, he is not left-handed, his height is the average height of men in the world, his clothes are the type that can be worn whenever he looks good, and he is currently working at the Imperial Academy of Magic My fire spell instructor...

These characters seem to be not only passers-by, but also passers-by who are not cute, and they are not even worthy of being the protagonist's personal grandfather.

……

While entertaining herself, the things written by Ruth turned into magic power, condensed into resonance and invaded Yirang's thinking. With his current body, it is easy to be disturbed now.

"Ruth."

"What?"

"You should be quiet."

Yirang said this with a smile, and Ruth, who was still vigorously harassing Yirang with magic resonance just now, turned the page tremblingly.

——How did she forget that her current owner is not the previous one. Now this one is a big devil wearing a suit pretending to be a human being.

Fun forbidden, Ruth turned to her own blank page, thinking then I'd just write quietly myself.

This magic notebook seemed to think of something suddenly, and wrote on its page consciously and automatically: I suddenly remembered——Yi Rang, who has a magic notebook like Ruth with her own soul and consciousness, which is almost comparable to a divine tool, in a certain place To some extent, there are still some special features. Of course, the source of this special feature is Ruth...

Yi Rang locked the bookmark in his hand, raised his hand slightly, and let the book at hand fly back to its original position.

During this process, the magic notebook named "Ruth" changed from planning to make a long speech about Yirang to boasting about herself.

Yirang calmed down, and turned to the analysis of magic control of low-level spells in the freshman textbook in his hand——

He is preparing lessons.

Now he is a three-star mage, the kind whose talent is so poor that it is touching.

—and poor.

He fumbled for a dagger that he didn't know where it came from. When he was reciting the book, he habitually wanted to play with it. The changed dagger was hidden away casually.

"Come in."

After saying two simple words, the surroundings were inexplicably stagnant, and then it was only a moment of opening the door, and the surroundings seemed to fall back to silence.

"Teacher Yirang." A little guy he didn't know came in, and he didn't look like a student in the mage class.

"Well, is something wrong?"

Ferrero, who was allowed to come in, looked around the entire office in silence and calmly during the process of pushing the door in and the conversation stopped, "I am a freshman in this class of fighters, and my name is Ferrero Yotel."

"I'm the instructor of the fire magic class."

Yirang's answer to the previous sentence was only a slight delay when the person came, but after he said it, Ferrero still acted as if he hadn't heard it, and continued, "I want to be your direct disciple!"

——I really have no vision.

A line of words was quickly condensed on the top of the magic notebook behind Ferrero, and it only took enough time for Yi Rang to glance at it before disappearing quickly.

"You should know that in my job introduction, I am only a three-star mage."

"I know--"

"Ah."

The scene suddenly cooled down.

Ferrero looked at Yi Rang, who had started to tidy up the desk by himself after giving a light reply, and might even pick up the broom to sweep the floor, so he stepped forward unconsciously: "But your warrior class, at least in... No, your warrior class is not graded by the academy, is it?"

"No."

"Yes, so are you willing? A mere three-star fire mage? Don't you think this is humiliating you?"

Obviously he used a question with double negatives to express affirmation, but he didn't realize that the other party's answer was a negative answer to this sentence. Ferrero still said the following words.

This made Yirang raise his eyes to look at him more unconsciously, and as expected saw Ruth type a row of letters in the air: I'm afraid this kid is not stupid.

I think so.

Yi Rang, who answered secretly in his heart, supported his elbow, put the index finger of his other hand on the corner of his mouth, and the force of the knock was no different from that of ordinary people knocking on the table.

"The job in the college is a three-star fire mage, the salary is good, and all the basic necessities of life are covered. You say you are not reconciled, what exactly do you mean?"

"Three months ago—"

"I'm just talking, why did you really start giving examples?"

Simply interrupt what the other party has not finished speaking, anyway, you can know the general content after hearing the front.Luster in the back typed another line of text to add drama to herself: "This year's brave men don't have a good brain."

"I don't have any hidden secrets, and I don't have any stories." Yirang stood up and said, his eyes wandered as if looking for something, "The inaugural tutor only takes freshmen for two years, three-star, fire mage, no direct guide disciple."

At the end of the sentence, he raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and after just one glance, he felt that the person in front of him was as special as a painting.

The dark lines pierced on the black robe reflected Yi Rang's slightly pale face, and the dark color around the eye sockets made the eyes that were quietly looking down even darker and deeper.

Unlike most people, Yi Rang's eyes are slender, and his pupils are like black ink paintings, with a shining finishing touch all over them.

——Glance.

Ruth slowly condensed such a line of words in the air.

Then Yirang raised his hand and threw a thin flame over, burning it into a pinch of blue smoke.

"...?!" Ferrero only dared to use his peripheral vision to look past the trajectory of the flames, and quietly clenched his fists.

Yi Rang looked at her hands in distress, feeling a little troubled.It was obvious that the elements were mobilized according to the so-called primary magic skills, but the result was still unsatisfactory.

"I said that I am a mage, and I am also a mage who can't do basic body training. What do you want to learn from me?"

"Ms. Polly said—"

"That Polly guy just watched me starve to death."

When he started talking nonsense, Yi Rang didn't blink his eyes at all, and said it as if it was true, "You know, I was an ordinary lecturer who was almost fired three months ago."

"It was Tianjihuo just now, right?"

"..."

The appearance of the other party not going to say more seems to have explained the attitude at this time, and he does not want to talk more about this issue.

The ensuing silence was like a silent eviction order.

If the request doesn't do the trick...

After pursing his lips and looking at Yirang for a while, Ferrero chose another way to try to persuade him, "You just said that you need money, right?"

"I need some money to buy some edelweiss."

"how much do you need?"

"I need a lot of snow edelweiss to refine the golden bone liquid."

I can't say anything big at the moment, the thin snow edelweiss is a kind of edelweiss that completely violates the habit of edelweiss and grows in a place that is completely contrary to the environment.

The price of each tree is based on tens of thousands of gold coins as the unit of measurement.

Yirang said that he wanted a lot.

After Ferrero's complexion changed several times, he took a deep breath and continued to ask, "How much do you need?"

"Do you think you can find enough for me?" Yi Rang expressed disbelief at this. The little guy in front of him was innocent and funny, and asked casually, "Speaking of which, do you want to become a knight?"

To the latter question, Ferrero just nodded with a stubborn face, before saying: "Yes, so how much do you need?"

At this point in the conversation, Yi Rang had a thought that it was indeed so.

Is the knight's inflexible mind all innate?

"One."

"One tree?" Ferrero stammered and repeated with tense nerves, and then his eyes widened in disbelief, "Only one tree?"

Yi Rang smiled falsely and asked, "Can you take out one?"

——I can’t take it out, after all, that thing...has a price but no market

……

Ferrero didn't know how he finally got out of Yijan's office.

He lowered his head and squeezed the dagger that Yirang gave him just now, a strange voice suddenly appeared in his heart, saying coldly and mechanically that the condensed black power is watching you.

——Since I have issued a task for you, I will give you some help.

After Yi Rang said so, he casually threw a pitch-black dagger over.

Suddenly I was a little scared.

He held this weapon that looked like a dagger at the door of Yirang's office, watching Yirang, who had used "salary from Youyou to pay for all food, clothing, housing and transportation" before, put on the medal of the mercenary union and locked the door. Can't wait.

A three-star mage who can unleash celestial fire without any preparation to raise his hand.

Speaking of giving you a little help, I will give him a dagger that everyone can see that this weapon is incredible.

"Teacher Yirang—"

"I've given you everything, what else do you want?" Turning the key upside down in her hand, Yi Rang saw that the young man who was angry when they first met was no longer in front of her, and her tone revealed "Don't push yourself too hard". manner.

"I do not have……"

"At your current level, you can use this dagger almost. It is estimated that you can use it for you in this life. Don't be arrogant at a young age."

"I'm not……"

"That's it, I'm off to work."

"I don't... wait, didn't you just say that the salary is favorable?"

Facing Yirang's ruthlessly walking away, Ferrero shouted unwillingly.

Of course, the only answer was that the other party turned and walked down the stairs neatly.

……