All-around teacher at the magic academy

Warwick's eyes revealed a hint of anxiety. He hoped the other person would quickly reveal their true purpose for seeking him out. He didn't want to linger in this dimly lit corner for even a second longer.

The atmosphere here made him feel oppressed, and he didn't know if there were other eyes secretly watching them.

The man seemed to sense Warwick's urgency. He slowly took a small object out of his pocket and casually tossed it to Warwick.

Warwick instinctively caught it, looked down, and found it was a small pill in his hand. He frowned, a surge of curiosity rising within him. What was this? Why was he being given this?

“Your opponent is Hansen Adams,” the man said coldly. “You need to at least win the next match. If possible, it would be better to finish him off during the match, although that’s almost impossible for you.”

Warwick chuckled upon hearing this. Sure enough, all these people who came to him had the same goal: to use him to achieve their own ends.

But the man in front of him seemed a bit smarter than the others. Instead of blindly demanding to kill his opponent in the match like the others, he gave the condition of "at least winning," which made him feel a little ironic.

Warwick recalled the suggestions from those people and couldn't help but find them absurd. Kill the opponent during the match? Did they really think the professors from each academy were ignorant bystanders?

Didn't they realize that during the competition, any unusual behavior would be noticed by the teachers, let alone acts of murder?

Warwick couldn't help but doubt the intelligence of these people. They actually suggested that he kill his opponent during the match, arguing that the teachers watching might not be able to stop him in time.

This idea left Warwick utterly speechless. While he considered himself quite capable among the students, he had never tried to take advantage of any teacher. Did they really think everyone was just sitting around doing nothing?

Warwick had watched the first opening match, against a teacher from St. Peter's Academy named Leon. He had witnessed Leon's power firsthand and knew that any one of Leon's summoned creatures could take his life silently.

How could he possibly have the chance to use underhanded tactics in front of such a formidable opponent? Warwick knew perfectly well that any rash action could lead to his demise. What right did he have to make a move under the nose of someone like that?

Warwick looked directly into the other man's eyes and asked firmly, "Why should I agree to your request?"

He didn't want to reject the person in front of him outright, but rather he wanted a clear exchange of benefits, a reason for him to willingly participate. In his view, no one should work for others without compensation, especially not him, Warwick.

The man smiled at his question, then slowly said, "Your name is Warwick, right?" His tone carried a hint of self-assurance that he already knew everything.

Warwick stood quietly, his eyes showing no surprise. He knew that discovering his identity wouldn't be difficult for the man before him, since it was, to some extent, public information.

"Your family seems to have gotten into some trouble recently," the man continued, his tone carrying a deeper meaning.

These words made Warwick's heart tighten, and his expression involuntarily changed slightly.

Indeed, his family had recently suffered a series of misfortunes. His father had suddenly fallen ill and was bedridden, and the family business had encountered a series of problems, all of which made him uneasy. He had always suspected that someone was secretly targeting his family, but without concrete evidence, he was unable to take any effective action.

"Don't worry, as long as you fulfill my requirements, I can help your family resolve these troubles." The man's voice revealed an undeniable confidence.

Warwick stared intently at the other man's face, his eyes filled with complex emotions. He didn't doubt the truthfulness of the man's words; he believed the man possessed the strength and ability to resolve his family's problems. But a question couldn't help but arise in his mind: wasn't all this trouble deliberately caused by this man before him, or by someone behind him?

“I didn’t do it.” The man seemed to see through Warwick’s thoughts, and casually shrugged, as if denying all accusations.

Warwick didn't press the matter further; whether it was true or not, he lacked sufficient evidence and power to pursue the matter. He felt a deep sense of powerlessness and sighed helplessly, "I will defeat him, but killing him is out of the question."

“I never expected you to kill him,” the man replied just as casually, as if he had already anticipated Warwick’s answer.

"What is this?" Warwick looked down at the small blue pill in his hand, then looked up and asked.

“Something that will help you win the game,” the man replied succinctly, seemingly confident in the item’s effectiveness.

“I don’t need it.” Warwick’s tone was firm; he didn’t want to rely on this unknown drug to win the match. He believed in his own abilities and respected the fairness of the competition.

“I’m just responsible for giving it to you; whether you need it or not is up to you.” The man didn’t dwell on the matter, seemingly unconcerned whether Warwick accepted the “help.”

"If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving." He felt there was no need for him to stay any longer.

"Go ahead," the man replied casually, seemingly unconcerned about Warwick's departure.

...

Warwick walked back with heavy steps, his gaze frequently falling on the small blue pill in his hand, his brow furrowed, his heart filled with doubt and unease. He pondered the mysterious pill the man had given him, and the possible hidden meaning behind it.

"Hanson Adams, I really don't know what you did to make so many people want you to lose, even want you dead. Did you defile all these people's daughters?"

“The waters of Barton are really deep!” he exclaimed, shocked by the city’s hidden side.

Warwick and Hansen had no personal grudges; they had never even met. But now, he had unexpectedly been drawn into this conflict, becoming a pawn in this game.

He sympathized with Hansen's plight. Although he wouldn't kill him himself, he could imagine that someone else would take action against him later.

Warwick shook his head, trying to clear his mind of these jumbled thoughts. He decided to stop thinking about it and focus on himself first.

He walked to the trash can by the roadside and casually tossed the small blue pill in.

He didn't need such things. He believed in his years of training and ability, and didn't need to rely on any external help. Don't underestimate yourself.