This wizard only wants to take students.

Chapter 232 Writing
"Captain, have old Fugen and the others gone too far?" Under a tree, Hercules was eating dry food, and beside him, a squadron leader asked in a low voice.

"It's okay. Old Fugen is considered a veteran in the team. What can happen to him?" Hercules' voice sounded very casual, but there was no emotion in his eyes.

He raised his head and looked forward, then continued to focus on the dry food he was holding.

"Don't think too much. Our mission this time is very important. I heard that although this demon nest is only rated as a B-level demon nest, it has shown some abnormalities in many details. Not only us, but also major families, royal families, and even temples will send people to investigate here."

"In war, there are always casualties."

"I'm just worried about the boss' pretty boy." Squadron leader Quinn chuckled, but his unintentional remark made Hercules' face suddenly darken.

His hand stayed stiffly in the air for a long while, then Hercules angrily threw the remaining piece of buttered bread far away, leaving it for some birds to peck at.

"If you can't talk, just shake your head or nod next time." Hercules took a deep breath, but could only reply in Roland's cold tone, "Or, I can let you, the squadron leader, take over some of the work of the kitchen apprentice."

Quinn closed his mouth in embarrassment, looking at Hercules who was eating lunch leisurely but exuding an invisible low pressure. He tactfully found an excuse to slip away quickly.

"Well, Captain, I'll go check on the situation at the Third Squadron..."

Hercules nodded slightly, and after Quinn left, he quietly used his mechanical eyes and looked into the distance with the help of the long-range detection ability of the mechanical eyes.

In the sky, there was a faint demonic aura, and several groups of magical beasts and birds seemed to be patrolling.

"I don't know if my attempt will succeed..." Hercules murmured in a low voice. He patiently waited for information from Fugen's team.

……

"Sister Mir, in a couple of days... I want to go and play with Daya, is that okay?" After finishing his morning class today, Lucian looked at the maid Mir beside him. "I haven't seen Daya for a long time. Uh... She wrote to me last week saying that she seems to have a younger brother. Can we go and see him?"

Lucian's eyes sparkled, and the Daya he was talking about was naturally a child of the Mondok family.

"No problem, Miss Lula, I'll report to the housekeeper later." Mir smiled and didn't care about this kind of visit between children. After all, everyone lived in the capital, and this kind of informal visit was quite common. "But if you want to go over and play, you need to ask for leave from Ms. Niafu first..."

"No problem. Teacher Niafu is a very nice person and she will definitely agree! Thank you too, Sister Mir!" Lucian smiled, his smile was extremely bright.

This was part of his plan. If he could use the identity of "Lula" to successfully enter the Mondok family mansion, it might bring unexpected benefits. After all, in terms of gathering intelligence, his "mind-reading" talent during the day gave him a great advantage, and he could inadvertently hear some key information.

By the way, a lot of risks can be avoided. Even when acting at night, with the help of the identity of [Lula], it may be able to play a role like a smoke bomb, and even to some extent avoid the restrictions of the "red line".

However, what Lucian did not expect was that his request would soon change its meaning. When Mir informed him again, the play between the two "kids" had turned into a small-scale formal exchange between the two families.

"Father, why are you...?"

Lucian looked at Janos with a bewildered expression. But Janos was as gentle and calm as usual. "Thanks to little Lula, I just remembered that I could talk to little Mondok about something. Hehe, you guys can play in the garden and don't worry about us..."

Lucian blinked his eyes. He couldn't tell whether Janos's decision was influenced by the invisible red line or was just a coincidence. But he couldn't change his decision and could only accept the reality silently.

“I hope nothing will go wrong…” Lucian muttered to himself, but in front of Janos, he still had to try hard to appear innocent and happy.

"Hehehe..." In a daze, Lucian seemed to hear Count Sanasis's strange laughter.

He lowered his head, trying hard not to let his expression distort.

“Then… Father, I’ll go back and pack my things.” Lucian whispered, then walked towards his room in a somewhat embarrassed manner.

"Thanasis? Count Thanasis?"

Count Sanasis's laughter stopped abruptly, replaced by a very deliberate snoring.

Lucian's mouth twitched, but he still lowered his voice, "Carly has always wanted to study your body structure, but I didn't agree..."

"Two-legged hairy monster! I just woke up!" Count Sanasis' voice sounded a little guilty, but also a little irritable.

"You should have some trump cards, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to enter the real world last time with only the wizard Helen." Lucian chuckled, ignoring Count Sanasis's obviously not very good mood at the moment.

"What can I do? I am just a magical pet." Count Sanasis' tone seemed a little casual, but to Lucian's ears it sounded more like a self-introduction of a piece of meat on a rolling knife. Lucian paused for a moment, then raised his foot again and continued walking towards his room.

"You won't ask again?" Count Sanasis' voice rang out.

“That’s not necessary.” Lucian’s voice sounded extremely casual.

"I'm really impressed by you." Count Sanasis hummed and groaned, and after a pause of a few seconds, he said, "We agreed that I will pick the best of the last spoils of war first, so that you will be greedy to death..."

“The biggest piece of food residue?” Lucian responded to what Count Thanasis had said before.

Count Sanasis froze for a moment.

……

In the bedroom, Lucian took out a quill, but this time he did not fill the quill with ink. Instead, he bit his finger, used his own blood as ink, and began to write quickly.

Blood is a medium that is full of special spirituality, but it also has a strong directionality to itself.

Some cultivation systems even have attacks targeting blood, such as curses or causal attacks, and the best medium for these long-range attacks is fresh blood.

After the quill touched Lucian's blood, it seemed to have suddenly transformed from an object into a living thing. Lucian could even feel the quill gradually becoming active, as if it would start writing on its own in the next moment.

"Boy, catch it quickly, otherwise what it writes may be harmful to you!" Count Sanasis no longer pretended to be dead. His voice was unusually anxious. "After all, it is a feather of that existence. It is inherently difficult to obey the control of weak people like you, so it will find a way to kill you or control you..."

“I know…” Lucian held the quill tightly in his right hand, but he felt like he was riding on a wild horse with no control over himself.

As each person's pen struggled with each other, a few words were already written crookedly on the paper.

The maid... happened to...

"Miss?" Milna's somewhat confused voice came from the door. She seemed to have heard the motive made up by Lucian, and knocked on the door gently to ask.

“I… I’m fine!” Lucian said hastily, and at the same time he quickly put away the paper he was writing on. This also caused the feather pen to temporarily stop moving, and Lucian held it tightly in his hand.

At this time, Mir had already pushed the door open.

She first looked at Lucian, then looked at the messy table with some suspicion, "It's so late? Miss, aren't you going to rest yet?"

“I… I’ll go to sleep soon.” Lucian sounded a little embarrassed, and he hid the quill that was still shaking and struggling behind himself.

"Then Miss, you should go to bed early." After helping Lucian blow out the candle, Mir closed the door.

Lucian breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't notice that there was a line of crooked words written on the back of Lula's nightgown.

Lucian, on the other hand, picked up the quill that had calmed down a little, took out a piece of white paper, and began to write quickly.

"The night after tomorrow, many players who hunt at night will accidentally enter the Mondok family mansion and start hunting each other..."

"Thanasis, this should be fine, right?" Lucian asked Count Thanasis, but got no response.

Lucian was stunned, but he soon realized something and began to quickly check for any abnormalities around him.

And when he took off Lula's nightgown, he saw a line of crooked but particularly eye-catching blood words on the back of the nightgown.

"Poor Lucian didn't know that while he was dealing with the maid who suddenly came to check on his room, his familiar fell into a deep sleep for some special reason."

"What's even more uncoincidental is that because of his pet's untimely slumber, his identity will be exposed to other ** players."

The following half sentence did not seem to be completed, so there was a string of meaningless ink after the player prefix.

This was what the quill wrote itself, and it brought some unexpected changes to Lucian.

(End of this chapter)