Quick Wear: The Bad Female Supporting Character Is an Evil Cultivator

Tariq took a deep breath and tried to make his tone sound natural:

"I... I plan to leave the academy for a while." He paused, his eyes unconsciously fell on the tightly clasped hands of Alice and the Third Prince, and his heart ached again. "I hope you can understand that I do this to better protect you and for our common beliefs."

When Alice heard this, the smile on her face gradually faded, replaced by deep concern and reluctance:

"Tariq, are you...are you really going to leave? I know this road is difficult, but I believe we can face it together."

Tariq shook his head and smiled bitterly:

Alice, you deserve better protection, and I... I still have a lot to learn. Perhaps, leaving is the best choice for me." He looked at the Third Prince, with a hint of complex emotions in his eyes, "Besides, I believe the Third Prince will take good care of you."

Seeing this, the Third Prince gently patted Alice's shoulder to comfort her, then walked forward and said to Tariq:

"Tariq, I admire your courage and determination. Don't worry, I will take good care of Alice and will continue to support your efforts to uncover the truth. But remember, no matter where you go, you are our friend."

Alice's eyes were filled with tears. She held Tariq's hand tightly and said in a choked voice, "Tariq, you must be careful. I will wait for you to come back. No matter what happens, I will be here for you."

Tariq felt the warmth of Alice's palm, and a warm current surged in his heart. He shook her hand firmly, then slowly loosened it and nodded firmly: "I will, Alice. When I become strong enough, I will definitely come back and face everything with you."

After saying that, Tariq turned around and strode out of the academy without staying any longer.

His back elongated in the moonlight, appearing both lonely and determined.

Alice stood there, watching Tariq's back gradually go away until he disappeared completely into the night. Her heart was filled with mixed emotions, including worry and reluctance for Tariq, as well as expectations and confidence for the future.

No matter how bumpy the road ahead is, as long as they have love and faith in their hearts, they will be able to overcome all difficulties and welcome the arrival of light.

The moment Tariq left the magic academy, it was already deep at night. The stars dotted the dark sky, as if they were the most delicate brushstrokes in the universe, outlining the outline of hope on this boundless canvas.

He stood outside the gate of the college, his eyes passing through the bustling streets. The carriages were passing through, each carrying a different story and purpose. But he, however, seemed to have been forgotten by the world, standing there in confusion, with mixed feelings in his heart.

"Where should I go?" Tariq muttered to himself, his voice low and powerful, echoing in the empty streets.

He looked up into the distance, where the lights were dim, but it seemed that none of them were lit for him. He knew that in order to protect Alice and reveal the truth in this world full of prejudice and rumors, he had to become stronger, and this road was destined to be bumpy.

As his mind was filled with thoughts, an idea gradually became clear in his mind - becoming a mercenary. This was not only a way to quickly gain power and fame, but also an opportunity for him to go deep into the darkness and face the conspiracies hidden behind.

Thinking of this, the fire of hope rekindled in Tariq's eyes. He took a determined step and walked towards the mercenary hall in the city.

The Mercenary Hall is located in a corner of the city. It looks simple and solemn. Various battle scenes are carved on the huge stone door, as if telling the glory and cruelty of this place. Tariq stood in front of the door, took a deep breath, and pushed open the heavy door.

Inside the door was a spacious hall, with all kinds of weapons and armor placed around it. In the center was a huge registration desk, where several mercenaries were busy handling various matters. The air was filled with the smell of rust and sweat, the breath of battle and courage.

"Welcome to the mercenary hall, young warrior." A sweet voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Tariq's thoughts. He looked up and saw a half-orc girl standing in front of him, with curiosity and friendliness flashing in her green eyes.

She was wearing tight leather armor and holding a short sword, looking heroic and particularly eye-catching.

"I... I'm here to register as a mercenary." Tariq answered nervously. He had never thought that he would embark on such a path, but at this moment, he felt more determined than ever before.

"Oh? It's rare that a young magician like you would choose to become a mercenary." The orc girl smiled slightly, revealing a row of sharp teeth, but that smile was unusually warm. "My name is Leah, and I'm the receptionist here. Please follow me, I will help you complete the registration procedures."

Leah brought Tariq to the registration desk. She skillfully took out a blank form and a feather pen and handed them to Tariq:

"Please fill in your basic information, including name, age, professional expertise, and the type of mission you wish to join."

Tariq took the form and filled it out carefully. He wrote down his name, age, and some basic magic skills he had mastered while studying at the magic academy.

As for the task type, he hesitated for a moment, and finally chose "unlimited" because he knew that only by experiencing a variety of challenges can he grow faster.

After filling out the form, Leah took Tariq to a huge wall. The wall was covered with all kinds of badges, from the lowest-level black iron badge to the legendary platinum badge, each representing a different strength and status.

"As a newly registered mercenary, you will start with the Black Iron Badge." Leah explained, "But remember, the color of the badge is not the only criterion for measuring a mercenary's true strength. Some people may have a higher-level badge, but their hearts cannot compare to a warrior with a Black Iron Badge who has justice in his heart."

Tariq nodded, he understood what Leah meant. He reached out and gently stroked the black iron badge, feeling its cold touch, but an inexplicable passion surged in his heart.

This badge will be the beginning of his new life and a token of his determination to prove to Alice.

"I'm ready," Tariq said firmly.

Leah smiled and nodded. She took down the black iron badge from the wall and solemnly put it on Tariq's chest. At that moment, Tariq seemed to feel an unprecedented power surge into his body, which was the honor and responsibility of a mercenary.

"Congratulations, Dark Iron Mercenary Tarik," Leah announced, "You are now officially a mercenary. Remember, no matter where you go, your actions will represent the honor of the Mercenary Hall. May your sword always be sharp and your heart always be firm."