Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 107 The Beast of Justice
Yaro skipped and jumped away happily.

His young body loved to move around, but he had never done so in front of others.

Now, because of all the benefits they've gained, it's more reasonable for a teenager to move around like this.

……

In the sparsely furnished living room plastered with wanted posters marked with 'X', Bosco sketched and scribbled, muttering to himself, "Why does rotation cause the observer's position to be such that they can't see the light?"

"If you can see in front, you'll always encounter a perfect angle when you rotate from behind, right?"

"Also, why is it one-eighth? Isn't it just separated by a mirror? Why can't it be one-half? Or perhaps the speed of light?"

Bosco, who couldn't figure it out no matter what, suddenly looked at the octagonal prism on the table, subconsciously floated it, and then had the metal maid shine a beam of light.

A clear, crisp sound suddenly rang out in the void, like pearls of all sizes falling onto a jade plate, or like the melodious and bright song of an oriole.

"Why don't we just call him back to explain?"

But to Bosco, such a pleasant sound was noise.

"Shut up!"

Bosco ignored the girl who emerged from the void, his eyes still fixed on the metal rhombus in the void, asking himself, "The speed of light is very fast. If it shines on it, will the first point of reflection be '3 sides'?"

The girl was petite and delicate, with a lovely and alluring face beneath her sky-blue hair, exuding a cool and aloof aura. A white veil covered her eyes, but it had no effect on her movements.

Seeing that Bosco ignored her, the girl sat down on the sofa by herself and turned to 'Lillian' and said, "Jasmine tea, with a little honey, please."

The metallic figure bowed respectfully: "Yes, Lady Dora."

Bosco suddenly realized something. "No, the mirror is rotating. Once the speed picks up, 'side 3' will be the first to reach it, so side 2 should be the one that successfully reflects the light..."

"You little rascal, you actually lied to me!" Although he said this, Bosco laughed with his eyebrows raised. "What do you mean by one-eighth of light? The light ray clearly travels the same distance. It's just that because there are eight mirror edges in the middle, the light ray actually only travels the distance of one of the entire surfaces. So when calculating, you only need to calculate one-eighth of it."

comfortable!
Bosco felt as if he had just drunk a refreshing cold drink on a hot summer day, his mind clear and his body refreshed.

"He only said 'one-eighth,' what do you mean by one-eighth of light? You must have made that up yourself, right?"

"Forehead!"

Bosco's smile froze instantly.

Dora took the steaming teacup and said casually, "Perhaps that little boy didn't expect that his so-called mentor would take so long to figure out something so simple?"

Bosco turned the page of the scrap paper and continued reading, saying, "Did you come here just to make fun of me?"

"Didn't you ask me to come here to find Nico Annis, who's worth 75 magic stones, through that boy?" Dora put down her teacup and turned to look at her. "Your judgment was correct; he does indeed have a very close relationship with Nico Annis..."

Bosco looked up and suddenly interrupted, "Alright, let's put this aside for now."

Dora gently stirred the tea with a small spoon: "What, he called you 'mentor' twice, and you've already assumed the role of a mentor?"

“No! Geniuses deserve the privileges of geniuses. Don’t you think he deserves this treatment?” Bosco said, tapping the scrap paper on the table.

Dora paused slightly as she stirred the water, then looked up and said, "A new path? You're really generous of yourself to give up getting involved."

Bosco shook his head: "Mental power cannot cover pure light. Conversely, light covered by mental power is no longer pure, so it cannot be considered a new path. The main thing is his thinking ability. With his way of thinking, it may indeed be possible to find a new path."

Dora asked curiously, "So what are you planning to do? And how many schemes and tricks have you prepared?"

Upon hearing this, Bosco couldn't help but chuckle: "Conspiracy and intrigue? What's that?"

"Intrigue and trickery are only for those who lack power. Do I need such things in this academy?"

Bosco said meaningfully, "Like now, if I protect this kid, who would dare to predict anything related to him?"

Dora silently stirred her teacup, the metal spoon tapping against the bottom with a crisp clinking sound. ...

After a long silence, Dora suddenly spoke up: "You're going to die."

"I am still alive."

"You will die eventually."

"So what?" Bosco asked with a half-smile. "So you, a prophecy wizard, are prepared to go head-to-head with an elemental wizard?"

"That kid will be a great weapon."

"Anyone who thinks like that will die before me."

The two were silent again.

Not long after, Dora suddenly broke the silence: "I have a feeling that I will be in danger in the future."

“Your senses are still very sharp,” Bosco said, unsurprised.

"Why?" Dora asked, puzzled. "Why would your future self attack me for the sake of an apprentice?"

One is just an ordinary apprentice in the academy, and the other is an important prophetic wizard in the academy. Why can't they distinguish between what is important and what is not?

Bosco succinctly stated: "Ask him in the future."

Should we ask him about it in the future?

Isn't that a sure thing?

Dora bit her lip, took a few quick breaths, and finally made up her mind: "I swear, I won't use that kid as a weapon."

……

Dora stood up abruptly, her clear voice as cold as ice: "What else do you want? Is this how you treat a guest after you called me here today?"

Bosco silently flipped through the scrap paper.

Fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on Dora's fair face. A shiver ran through her body for no apparent reason, and a look of horror flashed across her face as if she had seen something terrifying. She quickly said, "Tell me your conditions."

Bosco's serious expression immediately crumbled, and a slight smile appeared on his resolute face: "I just enjoy talking to you because you always understand what I mean."

What kind of profound meaning is that? You're just threatening me with the future!

Dora cursed inwardly, but thinking of what she had just seen, she dared not speak.

Predictions may not be accurate, but what we just saw is enough to demonstrate Bosco's determination.

With that kind of determination, Bosco is certainly capable of achieving the level shown in the image.

Bosco: "You haven't met that kid, so don't worry about him. As for the rest, it's up to you."

Dora gritted her teeth and swallowed, angrily saying, "Fine, I agree!"

As she spoke, Dora pointed to the sky and uttered a phrase in a mysterious language.

Rumble!
It was as if an eye had pierced through the void.

This is the power of the Beast of Justice, a power that does not conflict with the Academy's protective forces.

Once the eyes of the Beast of Justice disappeared, Dora also sensed that the future danger had vanished. Without leaving a single word, she angrily got up and immediately left.

Bosco didn't say much, just stared at the scrap paper on the table, a hint of reminiscence flashing in his eyes, and murmured, "...I hope you can hold on."

(End of this chapter)