After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King Chapter 214 - 90 The So-Called Mentor

The Pure White Tower was a very tall high tower, and besides being tall, it covered a large enough area... This might sound redundant, but it really needed to be this large to accommodate nurous mage students and schools.

However, upon actually entering the tower, one would find... the interior space of the Mage Tower was far larger than it appeared from the outside, to the extent that new apprentices couldn’t help but take another look from the outside.

This was the so-called Half-plane technology... the sa principle as the Half-plane Prison beneath the Demon King Castle.

In short, it could be understood as a very fantastical "spatial folding" technology, despite sounding very sci-fi.

At this mont, Yila, Vera, and Mobillas were sitting in the War Magic Departnt’s classroom... This classroom wasn’t the type one might imagine with many students sitting in rows.

To describe it, it was more like a grand library.

Surrounded by densely packed bookshelves, the air was filled with the scent of books. If you looked up... you could see wall-mounted spiral bookshelves stretching towards the sky, seemingly connecting directly to the stars.

Except for a few very special schools, the other departnt classrooms were more or less like this, serving multiple functions such as borrowing books, attending classes, and being the office of the Great Master.

"ntor."

Yila said this as she pushed the brewed tea in front of Qiara, who was sitting and reading. Afterward, she handed the other three cups of tea to Vera, Mobillas, and her own empty seat before sitting down herself.

Qiara, after a light cough, sipped the tea brewed by Yila, showing a pleased smile as she said, "Cough, cough, cough, it’s been a long ti since I had tea brewed by you, Yila... Still as good as ever."

Yila nodded at her ntor’s complint and didn’t respond humbly like others might. Instead, she simply acknowledged it, "As you said, ntor."

Qiara, the seemingly frail Great Master of the War Magic Departnt, nodded in even greater satisfaction, saying, "You’re as honest as ever... This is good."

"..."

While the two were chatting, Vera secretly poked Mobillas, and when he looked at her confusedly, she softly asked, "Your ntor isn’t as violent as the rumors say..."

To be honest, from their descriptions, Vera had imagined the Great Master of the War Magic Departnt would be soone with bronze skin, full of muscles, more of a warrior than an actual warrior, and capable of killing soone with a magic wand.

Turns out, she’s rather pretty, a slender beauty with wheat-colored skin.

"That’s because ntor Qiara is talking to Senior Yila..."

Mobillas also spoke very softly, glancing at Qiara, who was chatting with Yila, making sure she wasn’t paying attention to them. He then replied to Vera’s doubt, "Senior Yila is different; all ntors like him."

Speaking softly, Mobillas ntioned sothing Vera hadn’t paid much attention to before, "If it were , I’d have been hit on the head with a magic wand three tis by now."

Hit on the head with a magic wand? So she really does hit people with it?

As Vera thought this, she heard a crisp "thud!" from Mobillas’ head beside her. She turned to look... Mobillas was now obediently lowering his head.

Above his head was a magic wand with a crystal stone embedded at its tip...

Vera followed the wand upwards and saw Qiara holding it. She imdiately quieted down... That "thud!" just now sounded really painful.

"Cough, cough, cough... Talking bad about behind my back? Hmm?"

Qiara coughed, but from her tone, she didn’t sound particularly angry. Her wand tapping was just a light punishnt... After all, Mobillas was an old student, and only the particularly disobedient new students would be hit badly.

"But, I wasn’t exactly saying bad things... It’s the truth."

Mobillas muttered.

"Thud~"

And imdiately got another hit...

"You still talking? Cough..."

To Qiara, who was saying this and then punishing Mobillas again with a tap, Yila smiled as she watched the interaction between the forr ntor and student, saying, "ntor, Mobillas wasn’t wrong. That is indeed the truth."

For saying this, both Mobillas and Vera looked at Yila and ntor Qiara, wondering if Yila would get hit for saying the sa thing.

"You..."

Qiara said this, then expressed her feelings, pulling back the wand she had been using to tap Mobillas. She pointed her finger at Yila’s forehead and said, "Cough, cough... Still as honest as ever."

"..."

Vera: Winking (Really treating Yila differently!)!!

Mobillas: Winking?! (Didn’t I tell you?!)

Vera: Winking

Mobillas: Winking

But neither of them fully understood what the other ant... After all, they couldn’t read emotions from other people’s expressions, so it was like each was performing a monologue.

Watching the two fools, Yila looked at them puzzledly, exchanged a glance with ntor Qiara, and couldn’t help but laugh... These two were completely engaging in a baseless exchange, weren’t they?

"By the way, aren’t you going to your own ntors?"

Yila said this casually, then watched as the two realized sothing, hurriedly drank their tea, got up, and left. He chuckled helplessly and collected their teacups.

"Mobillas! Co to later; I need to check if your combat skills have gotten rusty so you can be a role model for the new students."

Qiara shouted this, and Mobillas rushed down the stairs even faster... Clearly pretending he hadn’t heard, quickly disappearing from view entirely.

"..."

"Yila, do you have sothing you want to say?"

Qiara said this, almost as soon as Yila said, "By the way," she had already realized... Yila wanted to send the two away.

"As expected of my ntor."

Responding this way, Yila thought for a mont, organizing his words a bit, and said, "You know, I’m in the Demon King Territory now... You could say I hold an important position, and recently I’ve encountered so difficulties in agriculture."

Next, Yila detailed the recent events to his ntor...

How to put it, in this world, Yila seldom talked about so things in detail with others because of the complex web of interests. There were always things inconvenient to discuss...

Even with other mages, Yila found it hard to speak out about sothing like "I plan to use magic to farm," as many classical mages firmly believed that democratizing magic was a regression.

But he could speak freely with his ntor.

Because... ntor Qiara wasn’t particularly close like a family mber, nor was she a confidant, but had a "distant" yet "close" relationship, a pure "respectable teacher" relationship.

Soone with whom one could speak about their problems with ease.