Chapter 430: NO．13：Who still doesn

NO．13：Who still doesn't have a troublesome radar?

El-Melloi II, or rather, Waver Velvet.

This man, who looks about thirty, has three-dimensional features and a British style; because he's always unhappy like Aojia, he lacks the praise a handsome man deserves.

Although that's the case, he also had the reputation of "Big Ben☆London Star" in his hometown, and was even the object that female students most wanted to become a reverse apprentice to a rushing teacher.

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This popularity has not faded in this world either.

Outstanding discernment ability is quite effective in teaching and nurturing; regardless of how the environment changes or technology evolves, it can still be exerted.

Therefore his ability as a lecturer has not deteriorated.

In this increasingly academized Clock Tower, this is crucial.

The premise for the El-Melloi Classroom to be reproduced in another world is that this Second Lord can smoothly accumulate local knowledge.

After all, to be a lecturer, you at least need to have some substance, right?

Just as a trainer should also have sufficient professional sports knowledge.

If you want to continue working as a lecturer in another world, you should have knowledge of that world, even if your students might be just like you, transmigrators from your homeland.

So he also needs to study.

But that's usually the case.

Young people's learning ability is always superior to that of adults.

The instructors in charge of the transmigrators' classes are also often told to be patient and calm, because the performance of adult transmigrators in class is usually subtle and can easily raise the instructor's blood pressure.

Even without bringing up the otherworld concept, adults' physical attributes are not as good as those of minors.

Such as memory and reaction speed—although the group of young people who stay up late is also increasing, it still can't compare to the suffering of middle-aged people who stay up late.

But Waver Velvet is not within the usual range.

Although he indeed cannot avoid staying up late, and although he suffers from stomach pain more frequently than young people, his physical condition cannot be called healthy at all.

But this El-Melloi II, who arrived here several years ahead of time, has mental acuity and receptiveness to new things that are not inferior to those of young people.

Because he is the well-known lecturer of that Clock Tower, and because he is more like a pseudo-servant under the name of Zhuge Liang.

Therefore he is called by Aomo a half-dead person of another world.

Having been possessed by that otherworldly strategist, yet completely dominating in personality, he naturally gained the other's innate spirit foundation abilities and information—and then overtime!

No need to doubt.

Zhuge Liang voluntarily relinquished control of the body, just to skip class!

Of course, the reason he remains long-term in an overtime situation is not some legend of dying from overwork in life, but purely due to the environment.

Of course, if one insists, it can also be understood the other way around.

After all, pseudo-servants also need to pay attention to compatibility.

Because of long-term busyness plus stomach pain and certain psychological positioning, he gets possessed by Zhuge Liang—this explanation can also hold.

Just as the rumors and anecdotes of heroic spirits in life become Noble Phantasms, and a 'ritual' constructed under suitable conditions can further enhance abilities, so too can working lots of overtime let the spirit foundation you bear be exerted more completely! Waver-san——

——Such coercive words, Waver has indeed heard them in this world's Clock Tower.

Although magicians are mostly not normal people, but whether in the hometown or this otherworld, those around are always eccentric characters.

It still makes him somewhat doubt whether he is indeed influenced by the heroic spirit's spirit foundation.

Or rather… this is a kind of curse.

A curse that entangles troublesome matters onto a person who attracts trouble.

If only it were true……

If so, he could go to the Curse Department for a try.

In this world, the study of curses is more comprehensive and in-depth, allowing the Clock Tower's basic magic to be further deepened and purified.

But unfortunately, the lord (highest-ranking magician) of this upgraded high-end Curse Department is convinced that he himself bears no curse.

Then isn't it just plain bad luck?

Thus, El-Melloi II Mr., who has this awareness but finds no opportunity to change his fate, only excels in finding leisure amidst busyness.

Thus at this moment, he sits behind his desk, enjoying the long-lost tranquility and comfort.

Ordinary schools have summer vacation, but the Clock Tower does not; its members mostly call themselves magicians/magic users, and magicians are beings whose minds contain only magic (called magic in this world).

Pursuing truth, pursuing essence, even if this world lacks the root they have consistently sought, here there are countless possibilities worth their exploration.

For this reason, even the concept of 'life' does not exist in their research topics.

Precisely because their nature is that of extreme seekers, even if they are not driven mad, even if they stake their lives or even the roots of future generations, they will still cling to that non-human duty through other substitutes.

However, even if such problems are constrained by sound law, it doesn't matter——Waver Velvet raised his head and gazed at the ceiling.

I only hope that those students who are stranger and more eager for knowledge than before will have a bit more notion of after-school and off-class course structure.

Humans are social animals, and even more so, long-term mutually interacting beings.

Having students and colleagues who don't like to give themselves breaks means that one will have their rest time heavily occupied by high intensity.

That is precisely why his office is so simple.

Clearly there are many independent offices that instructors envy, which can be lavishly renovated to their liking, but his office contains only a few wall-mounted shelves full of magic, and a file cabinet for contracts and paper documents.

In this world where electronic technology is overly developed, the value of paper documents lies in secrecy and safety.

It's also rather ironic.

Clearly, in the world he originally inhabited, paper documents were transferred to electronic data by ordinary people precisely because they are easy to lose and damage.

But in this world, electronic data cannot be called the safest or most stable.

The standard for measuring things is always changing; this is the first lesson this world gave him, and it also cleared his desk of piled documents, even placing a computer on it.

The specifications are not low either; it's just that, unexpectedly, no games have been downloaded.

No computer for downloading games, no potted plant for cultivating body and mind, no handheld for killing time, not even desk ornaments or photos, not even a sofa for visitors to rest.

And what is usually found in the Clock Tower office—a bookshelf that could hold more books to show the office owner's erudition—does not exist either.

This office gives only one signal: that its owner is always ready to leave, even the steps of packing luggage can be omitted.

This is also proof that El-Melloi II, during his break time, does not receive students, colleagues, or even visitors.

If nothing unexpected happens, he even plans to sit here a while then leave, returning to the rental house on the streets near London, where he can fully enjoy the Civilization, Total War, and Stellaris series games that he and his lord both love immensely.

Of course, these games share a common feature: they kill time.

So he needs to hurry, seizing every second.

Grasping every bit of rest time, before his creditor or master finds him—

"Excuse me, is this El-Melloi II's office?"

Before this voice sounded, there was a knock on the door, neither light nor heavy, neither slow nor fast.

It made him withdraw his gaze from the ceiling, furrowing his brow slightly.

This combination of knock and inquiry is not of any type he is familiar with; strangers' visits here are not uncommon, each time being a trouble.

Besides the trouble, it might also be an opportunity to make money; the two are not contradictory.

The way he views the problem depends only on whether he is in the mood and whether his debts are tight.

"Yes, please come in, the door isn't locked."

So who could the client be, or a new student, or even a messenger for some people?

He picked up the plain glass on the desk; Weber Vervelet wears glasses in class and before people to create a convenient conversational image, and also to modify his unconscious gaze that discerns others' affiliations.

And this time, he met a similar gaze.

Ah...

Guessed wrong...

Facing each other from afar, Weber did not speak, only letting out such a sigh in his heart.

At the same time, it felt like an illusion, a slight twinge in his stomach.