Chapter 37 Suffering is not worth praising
A huge city whose location is unknown. It is majestic and huge, standing under the eternal starry sky.

There are nine towering towers in the city that reach into the sky.

On the top of one of the towers is a spectacular observatory, which is surrounded by countless bookshelves like a large library.

Right in the center of the observatory, an old man in a purple robe was sitting in the air, looking up at the starry sky.

Suddenly, his expression changed and he said, "Irwin, you'll be back later than I expected."

A portal appeared behind the old man, and the tall skeletal figure of the Lord of the Black Tower walked out of it.

"I accepted a disciple and spent some time teaching him."

Irving said in his bone-grinding voice.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and said: “I predicted for you once that if you accept a disciple, you will usher in your own death.

You know, my predictions have never been wrong."

Irwin said calmly: "One of the missions of a mage is to pass on the legacy. How can I give up the legacy because I am afraid of death? For me, death is just the beginning.

Besides, the disciples I accepted this time are so outstanding that I am very satisfied with them."

As he spoke, Irving told the old man some things about Deya.

The old man was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked: "You have completed the forbidden level recollection with 0 rings?

Irwin, you have been my good friend for many years, and I don't want you to die. Otherwise, you can give that disciple to me, and then you can break the prophecy and survive."

Irving laughed and said, "My disciple is good at the spells of the School of Necromancer. He has chosen 'Specialization in the School of Necromancer'."

The old man said indifferently: "You have tested him. He learned the spells of the eight major schools very quickly, which means he is a rare 'magic all-rounder'.

As for the Necromancer specialization, it is not impossible to convert it into the Prophecy specialization."

The mouth of Irwin's skull moved: "Since you are so good at prophecy, you should find a disciple for yourself and stop thinking about others."

The old man muttered something, "Then I'll wait until you die, and then I'll go and snatch your disciple away."

Seeing that Irwin was about to get angry, the old man quickly changed the subject.

He waved his hand and a book flew over from a bookshelf.

"This is the forbidden treasure, The Gospel of the Past. Hmm, let me check it out. I'm interested in Abel Duval you mentioned."

The Lord of the Purple Tower flipped through the forbidden object in his hand and quickly found the information.

"In the 165th year of the Susaitani calendar, Abel Duval discovered the lost temple of the Dark Moon Goddess.

From 166 to 195 of the Susaitani calendar, Abel Duval deceived and lured to death tens of thousands of innocent people in order to obtain the goddess's inheritance.

In the 196th year of the Susaitani calendar, Abel Duval's blasphemy against the goddess alarmed the Son of God, and he died at the hands of the Son of God in the same year.

The Lord of the Purple Tower frowned: "The Dark Moon Goddess should have fallen by now, why would her Son of God appear?"

Irwin said calmly: "It could also be that puppet."

"Well, you're right, Irwin, how's the research going?"

"The model of the ten rings has been built, and I am trying to build the eleventh ring."

"It seems that we are making good progress. This is good news. Let us take a look at the secrets of this land and...what they want to do!"

……

The next day, after waking up, Deya prepared to go to the laboratory and greet the teacher.

However, when Deya arrived at the basement, the magic door leading to the laboratory had disappeared. In the open space in front, there were many magic equipment and piles of magic books.

Deya was silent for a moment, then called Camille to help him pack up the utensils and books.

After cleaning up, looking at the new laboratory that he had set up in a presentable manner, Deya nodded with satisfaction and asked Camille, "What are the two of them doing?"

"The two ladies are having dinner in the restaurant, do you want to go over?"

"It just so happens that I'm hungry too. The teacher has left, and the family needs to find some maids to do the work."

"That's a really good idea, Master Deya. I'm clumsy and can't do those delicate jobs."

Camille said excitedly.

Finally he doesn't have to do so much work by himself!

It's not easy to earn 500 lothi per month.

When Deya came to the restaurant, Lamia and Patricia were having a quiet meal at the long dining table.

The two of them had the same graceful manners and postures, just like noble ladies, so elegant that there was no flaw at all.

The doll Patricia is tasting a piece of exquisite blueberry cake. Looking at her slightly raised chin and upturned mouth corners, it can be seen that she is very satisfied with the taste of the cake.

As for Lamia, she was actually eating... instant noodles?!
Well, that is indeed similar to the instant noodles that Deya had before he traveled through time, and it is also a food for the poor in this world.

This thing is even considered a specialty of Susaitani.

Susaitani is rich in spices, so spices are very cheap. If you pour a lot of spices on ordinary food like noodles, the taste will not be bad, just like Indian cuisine. Noticing Deya's gaze, Lamia, who was sipping noodles, wiped her mouth with a napkin beside her. She said with a little reserve: "Why are you looking at me?"

Before Deya could answer, Patricia, who was sitting opposite her, raised the corners of her mouth, narrowed her scarlet eyes, and sneered: "You are eating such inferior food on such an elegant table.

You still say you are not a servant? You are not even qualified to be a servant. You can't even make a cup of tea."

The puppet, less than one meter tall, is dressed gorgeously, has a strong aura and a superior arrogance.

Lamia didn't care about Patricia's ridicule, and just said calmly: "Food is not divided into high and low, as long as it can fill your stomach, it's good. Besides, this is not bad at all."

During her years in the Witch Cult, she was food on other people's tables. Those witches just kept her from starving to death and did not treat her well.

After escaping from the Witch Cult, Lamia began to live a life on the run. With meals coming and going, she didn't care about the taste of food.

The once elegant and noble daughter of a duke also had to give up her life of luxury under the beatings of society.

"I don't mean to say that these foods are bad, but Lamia, you can try to live your life as you used to while you're here with me."

Deya walked to the chair between Lamia and Patricia and sat down, like the head of the family.

He was telling the witch that you could even live the luxurious lifestyle you had when you were the Duke's daughter.

Lamia was silent for a moment, then said, "These are your things, not mine. Besides, I also need to adapt to my future life in advance."

"What kind of life will you have in the future?"

"After our contract ends, I will go as an adventurer to look for clues and avenge my parents. I cannot let a luxurious life corrupt me. This will lead to my downfall. I need to adapt to suffering in advance."

You don't really think you can cancel the contract after ten years...

Deya secretly complained in his heart.

However, looking at Lamia's determined expression, Deya felt a little impressed.

“Suffering is not worth singing about, Lamia… How about this, our relationship can be considered as employment, and I can pay you a thousand lothis a month.

Don't refuse, this is the compensation you deserve. You can use the money to buy cosmetics, beautiful clothes, or everything you want. This is the compensation for your work, not using my things.

So it's not corruption, it's self-reliance, and of course, it's the corruption of money! . ”

Lamia, who was about to refuse, immediately softened after hearing Deya's next words.

Deya smiled secretly. It turned out that for women, cosmetics, clothes, bags and other things were absolutely difficult for them to refuse.

"In fact, with your strength and ability, it is not difficult to make money."

"I don't want to hurt innocent people."

"So you come to hurt an innocent person like me?"

Deya's eyebrows twitched. He remembered that this witch came to kill him!
Lamia looked away feeling a little guilty, but she quickly regained her composure and said, "Now I am sure that you are not an innocent person."

Deya didn't want to pay attention to her, but looked at the satisfied doll lady who had just finished the cake.

"Dolls also have a sense of taste and can eat?"

"Don't compare me to those low-level puppets. I am the creation of the Mother Goddess."

Patricia snorted.

"Could it be that the creation of God is a forbidden wonder?"

Deya asked, rubbing his chin.

"How would I know? I only know that I am the creation of the Mother Goddess. As for any forbidden and strange objects, I don't know anything about them."

Patricia said with her arms folded across her chest.

"Hmm? Do you need to relieve yourself then?"

Deya asked in a quick and studious manner.

Patricia’s small and delicate face darkened, and she said angrily: “It’s disgusting, how can you mention this in front of a lady.

Isn't this common sense? Even an ordinary professional has the ability to completely digest food."

Deya suddenly realized: "You are right, otherwise I would have locked Lamia in the basement, and what I saw when I went in would have been like a public toilet."

Lamia silently put down the fork in her hand. She suddenly lost her appetite because of what Deya said.

How can you say these things at the dinner table in front of two beautiful ladies!
This guy will never find a wife in his lifetime!

Lamia secretly cast a witch's curse.

Patricia suddenly became curious about the fact that Deya locked Lamia in the basement, but before she could ask, the door of the restaurant was suddenly pushed open.

Deya looked towards the gate, thinking it was someone who didn't have eyes. When he saw the person coming, he was surprised and said, "Father, why are you here?"

Hearing Deya's address, Lamia stood up nervously and performed an elegant aristocratic etiquette: "Nice to meet you, Lord Cavendish."

Deya was speechless. Why are you so nervous? This is not your father!
(End of this chapter)