After ending the transmission, Du Pont rose and picked up a newspaper that had just arrived, still carrying the scent of fresh ink, and read it carefully.
"Robert, a human apprentice from Nassau City, opposes these meaningless tax increases. He believes the taxes imposed on apprentices have no basis and are utterly unreasonable. Mage apprentices already had heavy tasks and had to submit scrolls, living under long-term pressure."
"Continuing to forcibly seize apprentices' money under such circumstances was a vicious way to delay their graduation and exploit them. He strongly demanded the abolition of this new policy and severe punishment for its proposer. No fewer than two thousand apprentices in Yarrah had now joined this petition and were holding demonstrations in the streets."
"The Yarrah academy district had now entered martial law. The deputy director of Yarrah Magic Academy had come forward to dissuade them, but the demonstrators still refused to return to campus. The academy district had already been severely disrupted, and large numbers of arcane guards had moved in."
"This disturbance in Yarrah is probably getting pretty serious. Du Pont, I don't think you should go. This is definitely a muddy mess."
"If I could avoid going, I definitely would." Du Pont began checking his equipment. "Honestly, this was quite unexpected. Everyone should do their own job where they belong. I'd already paid my money. No matter how much fuss they made, what did it have to do with me?"
"But there's a saying: once you're in the world, you can't always act as you please. Have you considered why my mentor contacted me at this time?"
The Moon Elf was extremely clever. "You mean the council has already made its decision?"
"Probably. My mentor is relatively young and doesn't belong to any faction, just wandering around all