This wizard only wishes to be a teacher

"Gagarin, how far are we from the academy now?"

"Lord Lucien, at our current pace, we should arrive in no more than three days," Gagarin replied respectfully after glancing at the map.

"Hmm, good." Lucien nodded, then poked his head out of the carriage to look at the road ahead.

"I thought we might encounter some trouble along the way," Lucien muttered under his breath. He had actually been on alert for a possible attack from Wizard Heli these past few days, but so far, what he had feared had not come to pass.

"It seems they’ve realized that direct methods are futile and have given up struggling?" Lucien frowned slightly, then slowly shook his head.

In these days, he had deliberately dawdled on the journey, also waiting for some countermeasures from Wizard Heli. It would have been best to kill Wizard Heli outside the academy; that would lessen his own troubles later on.

However, after all these days of waiting and dawdling, he still hadn’t seen any countermeasures from Wizard Heli, which left Lucien somewhat puzzled, as he didn’t believe that a seasoned Formal Wizard would choose to be slaughtered without putting up a fight.

"I’d like to see what other tricks you have," Lucien paused momentarily before making a decision. "Gagarin, increase our speed. Let’s try to return to the academy by tomorrow morning."

"Yes." Gagarin responded and also cast two auxiliary witchcraft spells on the horned horses pulling the carriage. Instantly boosted and stimulated by the magic, the horned horses’ speed climbed a step higher, pulling the carriage to hasten its pace forward.

Inside Greybone Academy, within a secret hall beneath the castle of the Pers Family.

Wizard Heli watched with a somber expression as the communication Crystal Ball on the opposite side had been disconnected.

"Damn it, damn it all!" Wizard Heli roared, grabbing the Crystal Ball worth hundreds of Magic Stones and then violently smashed it to the ground.

Crash—the Crystal Ball shattered into fragments on the floor, and Wizard Heli, still not over his rage, pounded the nearby table with his fist.

Afterward, he looked at the mess on the floor and gently shook the bell in his hand.

A Maid approached the underground hall tremblingly and began to clean up silently. She closed her eyes, not daring to look at Wizard Heli nearby, and even held her breath until she couldn’t bear it any longer before she dared to take a careful breath, fearing that her breathing would attract the attention of Wizard Heli.

After all, in recent times, Wizard Heli had already killed fourteen Maids and male servants who served him.

"How much of a shortfall do we still have for the batch of test subjects I need?" Wizard Heli glanced at the now docile Maid, snorted, then asked.

"M’lord, Uler has already secretly arranged for ten teams to capture people secretly from the villages around us. However, you should know... the academy controls these matters quite strictly..."

The Maid spoke tremblingly, afraid of enraging the recently irritable Formal Wizard.

"How much more do we lack?"

"Approximately... still twenty percent short."

"Make them hurry up," Wizard Heli waved his hand, indicating that the Maid could leave.

The Maid breathed a sigh of relief, seemingly pleased to have escaped disaster.

However, she was still within the underground hall, so she didn’t let the relief show on her face. Instead, she retreated respectfully and slowly, only exhaling deeply once she reached the entrance to the hall.

But the next moment, the Maid who had just felt like she’d escaped death, looked down in horror at the large hole in her chest.

Several thin threads, sharp like the keenest of scalpels, had removed her still beating, vivid red heart with precision.

At the same time, the threads were dragging her body back towards the "Hall of Slaying" she had just left, as if pulling her down into an abyss.

Her eyes silently gazed at the ceiling of the underground hall, and along her "return" path, a vivid red smear remained.

"We’re running out of time, but with you included, it should be enough," Wizard Heli said coldly, manipulating the Puppet Silken Thread to draw out the Maid’s soul and store it inside a special Witch Tool.

This Witch Tool resembled a kerosene lamp, but it was roasting human souls that were silently wailing as if under a curse, or perhaps weeping above the blue flame.

Whoosh—

As the new soul entered the Witch Tool, the blue flame instantly grew more intense while the expressions on the roasting souls above became more agonized and frenzied.

"I curse you..."

"With my soul, with my blood, I..."

Wizard Heli watched the blue flames, as if he could hear countless pitiful howls, even bizarre and horrifying visions of death.

However, Wizard Heli remained unmoved—even his spiritual power was unaffected.

"You should feel honored to contribute to the great Heli Bohn," Wizard Heli said calmly with an old face, looking at the writhing and wailing souls, his lips even curling up slightly.

"Lucien, I hope you make the right decision. It will be better for you, and for me too...hahaha..." Wizard Heli murmured lowly, his expression gradually becoming more maniacal.