This wizard only wishes to be a teacher

"Squad leader, have old Fogen and the others gone too far?" Beneath a tree, Hercules munched on dry rations while at his side, a platoon leader quietly inquired.

"It’s fine," Hercules’s voice was utterly casual, yet his gaze remained unrippled.

He lifted his head to look forward and then refocused on the dry rations in his hand.

"Don’t overthink it. Our mission this time is crucial. I’ve heard that although this Demon Nest is only rated as a B-level, many details have shown anomalies. Not just us, but all the major families, the royal family, and even the temple will send people over here to investigate."

"War, huh? No war is without casualties."

"I’m just worried about the boss’s pretty boy," Platoon Leader Quinn chuckled, but his offhand comment darkened Hercules’s face immediately.

His hand stiffened in mid-air, and after a long pause, Hercules, somewhat angrily, threw the remaining bit of buttered bread far away, leaving it for birds to peck at.

"If you can’t speak properly next time, you could just nod or shake your head," Hercules took a deep breath, but could only respond with a cold retort reminiscent of Roland, "Or, I can let you, the platoon leader, temporarily take over some of the apprentice cook’s duties."

Quinn, embarrassed, clammed up. He looked at Hercules, who had resumed his leisurely lunch but with an intangible low pressure, and quickly found an excuse to leave.

"Well then, squad leader, I’ll go check on the situation with the third platoon..."

Hercules nodded gently, and after Quinn had left, silenced his movements and used his mechanical eyes. With the help of the remote detection capability of his mechanical eyes, he looked into the distance.

In the high sky, demonic Qi faintly appeared, and several groups of monster birds seemed to be patrolling.

"I wonder if my attempt will be successful..." Hercules mumbled in a low voice, patiently awaiting the information from Fogen’s squad.

...

"Sister Mier, in two days... may I go to play with Daya?" Lucien looked over at the maid Mier after finishing the morning lessons, "I haven’t seen Daya for a long time, and she wrote to me last week that she seems to have a little brother. Can we go see him?"

Lucien’s eyes sparkled, and the mentioned Daya was naturally a child of the Mondok family.

"No problem, Miss Lurah, I’ll report to the steward right away." Mier smiled, not minding this informal visit between children, as it was quite common within the capital, "But if you want to go play, you still need to ask Ms. Niya for permission..."

"No problem, Ms. Niya is very nice, she will definitely agree! And thank you, Sister Mier!" Lucien smiled brightly.

This was part of his plan. If he could enter the Mondok family estate successfully under the guise of "Lurah," it might bring unexpected benefits. After all, his "Mind Reading" talent provided a significant advantage during the day in gathering intelligence, as he could unintentionally overhear critical information.

Moreover, it could avoid a lot of risks, even during night operations. Using the identity "Lurah" might serve as a smoke bomb and even dodge the "red line" restrictions to some extent.

However, to Lucien’s surprise, his simple request quickly took on a different flavor. When Mier notified him again, the playful interaction between "two children" transformed into a small-scale formal interaction between two families.

"Father, why...?"

Lucien looked at Anos, confused. Yet, Anos was as usual—gentle and calm. "It’s all thanks to little Lurah. I just remembered I need to discuss some matters with little Mondok. Heh, heh, heh. You kids play in the garden; don’t mind us..."

Lucien blinked, uncertain whether Anos’s decision was influenced by the intangible red line or merely coincidental. Nonetheless, he was unable to change the decision and had to silently accept the reality.

"Hopefully, this won’t lead to any trouble..." Lucien murmured internally. However, in front of Anos, he had to maintain a facade of innocent joy.

"Heh, heh, heh..." In his daze, Lucien seemed to hear Earl Sanaxis’s eerie laugh.

He lowered his head, striving to keep his expression from distorting.

"Then... Father, I’ll go pack some things," Lucien said softly before awkwardly heading to his room.

"Sanaxis? Earl Sanaxis?"

The Earl’s laughter came to an abrupt halt, replaced by an exaggerated snoring sound.

Lucien’s mouth twitched, but he kept his voice low, "Carly always wanted to study your body structure; I never agreed..."

"Two-legged furry freak! Your lord just woke up!" Earl Sanaxis’s voice was a bit defensive, yet also irritable. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"You must have some cards up your sleeve, right? Otherwise, you wouldn’t have entered the Land of Reality last time carrying nothing but Helen Wizard," Lucien chuckled lightly, not minding the Earl Sanaxis’s mood, which was clearly not too wonderful at the moment.

"What can this great one do? I’m just a magic pet," Earl Sanaxis’s tone sounded somewhat casual, but to Lucien, it seemed more like the self-introduction of a piece of rolling meat ready for the chopping block.

Lucien paused slightly, then lifted his foot and continued towards his room.

"Aren’t you going to ask further?" Earl Sanaxis’s voice rang out.

"No need," Lucien’s voice sounded incredibly nonchalant.

"I’m really at a loss with you," Earl Sanaxis’s voice hummed and hawed, and after a few seconds of pause, he finally said, "It’s agreed then, the last of the spoils—I get to pick the best one first, you’ll be so envious..."

"The biggest piece of food scrap?" Lucien retorted with Earl Sanaxis’s previous words.

Earl Sanaxis’s speech suddenly stopped dead.

...

In the bedroom, Lucien took out a quill, but this time he didn’t fill it with ink. Instead, he bit open his finger and used his own blood as ink to begin writing rapidly.

Blood, which is inherently a medium filled with a special spiritual essence, also has a strong directivity towards oneself.

Even some cultivation systems have attacks directed at blood, such as curses or causal type attacks, and the best medium for these remote attacks is fresh blood.

As the quill touched Lucien’s blood, it seemed to transform from an item into a living creature, and Lucien could even feel the quill beginning to come alive, as if in the next instant it was going to start writing on its own.

"Boy, catch it quickly, else whatever it writes might be detrimental to you!" Earl Sanaxis no longer feigned death at this point, his voice unusually urgent, "It is, after all, a feather from that being, and fundamentally, it is difficult for it to submit to the manipulation of weaker beings like you, so it will find ways to kill you or control you..."

"I know..." Lucien’s right hand firmly grasped the quill, feeling as though he was riding an uncontrollable wild horse.

In the struggle between man and quill, the paper was already scribbled on with a few haphazard words.

Maid... by chance...

"Miss?" came Mier’s somewhat puzzled voice from the doorway, she had apparently heard the commotion inside and was now gently knocking to inquire.

"I... I’m fine!" Lucien quickly responded while also deftly tucking away the paper that served as the writing medium, which also caused the quill to temporarily settle down, now firmly clutched in his hand.

By this time, Mier had already entered.

She first glanced at Lucien, then looked suspiciously at the somewhat messy desk, "So late? Miss, aren’t you going to rest?"

"I... I’ll go to sleep shortly," Lucien said, sounding a bit embarrassed, while also hiding the quill, which was still shaking and struggling, behind his back.

"Well, Miss, rest early then," Mier said after blowing out the candle for Lucien, then closed the door.

Lucien breathed a sigh of relief but did not see the twisting words that had been written on the back of Lurah’s nightgown.

Lucien then picked up the now slightly more docile quill, took out a new sheet of paper, and began to write quickly.

"The day after tomorrow night, many players hunting at night will inadvertently enter the Mondok family’s mansion and commence to hunt each other..."

"Sanaxis, this should be fine, right?" Lucien asked while writing, waiting for a response from Earl Sanaxis, but received none.

Lucien paused, quickly realizing something was off and began checking for anomalies around him.

And when he removed Lurah’s nightgown, there on the back was a line of crooked but conspicuously noticeable blood letters.

"Poor Lucien did not know, while dealing with the maid who had come to check on him unexpectedly, his magic pet had fallen into a deep sleep for some peculiar reason."

"And more by coincidence, due to the untimely sleep of his magic pet, his identity would be exposed in front of the other players."

The following half-sentence seemed to be unfinished, hence after the word "player" was a series of meaningless smudges.

This was content written by the quill itself, bringing an unforeseen twist of fate to Lucien.