Hermione blinked, confused.
Did she encounter a similar situation last time?
While he was thinking, a gray-haired mage with a white beard walked up to him.
The old mage looked very kind and nodded slightly towards Heni.
Heni immediately recognized the mage as a regular customer of the shop.
"Just like last time."
The mage pointed to the blue potion on the counter and motioned to Heni to get him two bottles.
A heavy bag of Geo was placed on the counter, and he slowly left with the potion.
Heni weighed the money bag, then turned around and put it in the cashier box in the store.
The rule that a mage can only purchase a maximum of two bottles a day is actually a good rule, at least for some mages.
They don’t have to worry about being unable to buy something every day because of some rich person’s frenzy.
After the previous frenzy, the limited supply of fifty bottles of potions per day has shown a more reasonable flow of customers.
After all, the price of a thousand bottles is not something that ordinary mages can easily come up with.
There was no explosive increase in passenger traffic, but there was no time when it was empty either.
Strictly speaking, this magic potion is a consumable after all. Even if its effect is too powerful, it will not be used often.
Most mages buy a few days' supply of potions to take precautions before they happen, so that when there is a crisis, they won't have to worry about running out of mana.
After the usual training and solving tedious things, naturally, precious potions will not be wasted, and it is enough to rely on natural magic power to recover.
After the guests left, Heni finally recovered.
The red impurities on the blue potion bottle disappeared, but at this time, a group of red squirming things kept coming towards him.
It looks like a red jelly.
It seemed disembodied and quite strange looking.
It felt like... to Henny.
Not very smart.
"Hey, hey? That's weird. Can't you hear me?"
The red jelly was stretching its body hard, trying to attract Henny's attention.
A small jelly hand stretched out from the body and waved to Heni.
But the strange thing is that Heni just kept looking at it without giving it any reply.
The red jelly retracted its little hand, remained quiet for a while, and then collapsed softly.
"Damn it! You should reply!"
Wow! Mr. Jelly is angry! ?
Heni looked at Jelly who was shaking because of anger, her heart was slightly shaken, and she quickly apologized:
"sorry."
Hearing Heni's apology, the red jelly seemed very satisfied. It squeezed out two snail-like tentacles from its round body and swung them slowly in front of Heni.
It seemed to be sizing up Henie in front of it, and asked while waving its tentacles:
"There are very few humans who can satisfy me. Tell me, who are we going to beat?"
Hermione tilted her head and stared at the red jelly, thinking for a long time.
"Then...can you tell me your name?"
"ah?"
...
The shop was deserted in the afternoon. The leisurely time flew by and night fell.
Hermione returned to the mansion and walked to the front door.
Before he reached out, the door was already opened by the servant.
"Miss Herney."
Hermione was startled.
She had always lived here as a guest. Hearing someone suddenly greet her, Heni shuddered with guilt.
When he looked up, it turned out that a familiar servant opened the door to the mansion for him.
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.
But soon, a cold wind blew across Hernie's back, and she felt someone standing behind her.
The man's voice was extremely indifferent:
"Hernie?"
The hair on Hernie's body stood up. She slowly turned around and looked at the person.
It's Professor Victor.
There was still a dark crow standing on his shoulder as usual.
I don't know why, but the eyes of the crow on his shoulder seemed to become a lot more scary.
Heni just felt a little surprised:
"Professor! Come back..."
"What did you bring back?"
Heni was startled by Victor's words, shivering and shrank her head, not daring to say a word.
Victor glanced at the trembling Henie and said:
"Come to my study."
Hernie could only follow Victor obediently, looking very pitiful.
The two quickly arrived in the study, and Victor turned on the lamp on the desk with a wave of his hand.
Warm yellow and small light shines on the desk. Victor is standing in front of the desk, and Hernie is standing at the door, with her head lowered, like a doormat who has done something wrong.
The figures of the two people were swaying on the wall behind them.
"Don't you have anything to tell me?"
"Professor, I want to wait until you come back to tell you..."
Hernie stretched out her hand, and a ball of red gel-like liquid appeared from Hernie's arm and rolled onto the desk.
The light from the desk lamp shone on its small body, but its shadow was not reflected on the wall.
Like jelly, it continued to shape its own shape. As it continued to transform, it finally settled into a very small... crocodile shape.
Before the crocodile could realize what was going on, he raised his head and looked around, then stared at Victor, who looked frighteningly cold.
Feeling Victor's malicious look, the little crocodile stretched out a small paw and slapped the table with a 'snap' sound.
"What are you looking at?"
It seems to be a demon that is not very smart, and it seems that it has not yet understood the current situation.
Victor narrowed his eyes.
In the game, the breeding of primitive demons has always been a very mysterious thing.
In the plot of the first chapter, the seven original demons gathered together in the Calencia Empire, led by Greed to occupy the imperial capital, and the remaining six demons were in different cities.
Until Greed was killed by the players, the remaining six demons quickly disappeared within the empire as if they had been ordered.
But in future story chapters, players can find these original demons in many places.
The little crocodile in front of him was obviously a furious demon.
Lightton.
Yes, Victor knows all the real names of the seven demons, so these demons are not the slightest threat in his eyes.
After all, his current identity is different from that in the game.
Players in the game cannot interact with NPCs. In the eyes of NPCs, players are more like "dumb" and "emotionless" machines.
This means that even if players can check the name of the demon in combat, they cannot restrict the demon through its real name.
Hermione was slightly frightened as she looked at the demon that turned into a crocodile.
It's only been a day, how did Mr. Jelly turn into a little crocodile?
"The original demons will absorb the emotions of the possessed person to make themselves stronger. If the corresponding emotions and magic power are enough, it only takes a day for them to grow to a state that even the army cannot solve."
Vega explained to Victor beside him.
In fact, the reason why Victor was able to directly notice the 'demon' in Heni was because Vega sensed it in advance.
As an evil god, Vega is very sensitive to things like demons that transcend living things.
The atmosphere in the study became a little subtle because of the silence. Victor waved his hand to Heni, gesturing for her to leave first.
Heni covered her eyes and nodded with a "whimper" and left the study aggrievedly.
She thought she had done something wrong.
It wasn't until she walked out of the study that Victor looked at the crocodile again and said slowly:
"Tell me, what deal did you make with her?"
The crocodile obviously knew that Victor was asking it a question, but it was not afraid of the mysterious man in front of it. It gritted its teeth angrily and said:
"Deal? What a deal!"
"She came up and asked me what my name was, and how do you want me to trade?"
"..."
At least now you can rest assured that Heni has not been bewitched by the devil.
The crocodile in front of me was still very weak, as if it had just been born.
Victor narrowed his eyes, Vega chuckled on his shoulder, and only Victor's voice sounded in its ears:
"Interesting."
"First it was greed, now it's rage."
"The demons obviously had better hosts to choose from, but without exception they chose this little succubus."
Each demon's abilities are different.
The demon of greed can inspire desires in people's hearts, and by constantly giving away gifts, people's desires will be expanded to several times, until in the end they can no longer repay them.
The raging demon will amplify the possessed person's anger a hundred times, overdrawing his strength and dying of exhaustion in the endless rage.
Likewise, similar to the demon of lust...
Victor didn't want to think about it anymore.
But Heni can attract different demons, so the rest are likely to show up in the future.
I don’t care whether it’s good or bad, but Victor can plan ahead.
"Now then."
Victor squinted his eyes and looked at the little crocodile in front of him.
The red crocodile trembled, and a slight sense of discomfort crept up his body.
"Getting angry randomly is not a good thing."
"I'll teach you to control your anger, Lightton."
Hearing Victor's words, the little crocodile felt as if his limbs were stuck by a shackle, making him unable to move.
As if unwillingly, a line of connection formed between him and Victor.
"The contract is established."
…
Early the next morning, Hernie was a little gloomy.
She always felt that she had done something wrong to make Professor Victor unhappy, which made her afraid to go to Victor so far.
Just when she wanted to go to the garden to relax, a maid hurried over and said to Hernie:
"Miss Herney, the master of the house has asked you to go to the study."
Heni was a little confused, but she still walked towards the study.
She felt uneasy and kept trying to reassure herself that nothing was wrong.
Pushing open the door of Victor's study room, Hernie saw Victor sitting at the desk as usual, with his hands folded.
There were two pieces of paper on the table, but Hermione didn't pay attention to them.
"Teach...Professor, you call me."
Victor nodded, his eyes beckoning her to come to the desk.
Heni walked forward obediently, staring at the two pieces of paper in front of her, her hands nowhere to be placed, and she seemed to be feeling particularly uneasy.
Victor spoke first:
"Before you are two contracts. The first is an invitation from the Royal Academy."
"By signing this contract, you will become an honorary associate professor of the Royal Academy of Magic, with the same treatment as a professor, including a house that belongs to you."
Heni was slightly stunned when she heard this.
"Associate...associate professor?"
It's like a dream, as if the dream you once dreamed of has become a reality.
A sudden warmth came to her heart and spread throughout Hermione's body.
Her breathing became a little faster involuntarily.
Victor, however, remained calm and continued:
"The contract on the right was one I asked Liya to draw up yesterday."
"By signing this contract, you will become a retainer of the Cravenna family. You can choose a job in the family, or you can live here forever."
"Of course, the treatment will not be bad either."
Hermione was stunned again.
One was nominated as an associate professor, and the other was a retainer of the Cravenna family.
If she chooses the second option, she will be...a member of the Cravenna family?
However, the profession of associate professor...
Ahhh.
Life is full of choices, Hernie's teacher once taught her.
In front of Heni, there were two options.
One is her dream.
It was her years of hard study, trying to get the rewards of that hard work.
The other one is the dream she wants to follow her whole life.
Finally, Hernie looked at Victor.
She knew that everything she got now was hard-won.
Therefore, Hernie never felt that her dreams were as good as the vision in front of her.
So, she made a choice.
"Professor, I want to choose..."
"Wait a minute."
Victor's sudden words interrupted her.
Under Hernie's somewhat blank gaze, Victor knocked on the table.
A gust of wind blew gently, blowing the two contracts in front of Heni at the same time.
Heni was a little confused and puzzled, but Victor's voice seemed to soothe her uneasiness, ringing in her ears.
"I never said this was a multiple-choice question."
"..."
Hermione looked at Victor blankly.
Somehow, there seemed to be a faint surge of moisture in the corners of his eyes, as if a layer of mist was covering his eyes.
But it wasn't because of sadness, Hernie knew very well.
When happiness surged through her body, it was as if a glimmer of light had redeemed her entire world.
"professor."
At this moment, she was extremely grateful for her life.
I have been subjected to cold contempt, ridicule and abuse.
It was as if all the pain was gone and the joy came.
Hermione put her hand on her chest, her voice slightly choked.
"It's true that I can meet you..."
"Very good."
…
Heni, lv9→lv10.
First level mage.
