Does Anyone Have Plans with You for Lunch Today? (Fourth Extra Chapter, 14,000 Words Total)

Realizing this was an opportunity that absolutely could not be missed, Iver made no attempt to hide his elation and repeatedly emphasized his love and interest in archaeology.

While Professor Bard remained hesitant, Iver even demonstrated his greatest strength—

"This is..."

Professor Bard's eyes widened, and Hai Na, standing beside him, was also stunned.

Only Lily was unclear about what this scene meant.

A warm and steady light emanated from the right hand that Iver placed on Professor Bard's forehead, not even blinding when looked at directly. The professor clearly felt his thoughts becoming clearer and his fatigue gradually disappearing.

"Hey, what's wrong with you—"

The old professor quickly put Iver's right hand down, hunched his shoulders, and glanced at the empty classroom.

Fortunately, no one saw this—they all ran to the door to talk to John Aiden.

He lowered his voice and whispered, "You haven't even taken the exam yet, how come you already have Extraordinary Ability?"

"And... the Illumination Spell on your right hand? How long have you mastered it?"

"No, I remember..."

Hai Na couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Iver hadn't even touched the Daoist path a few days ago, had he?"

Although Iver was her junior and a junior.

But when Hai Na recalled her experience at the Pelican Bar that day, she still subconsciously referred to Iver as "Mr."

After all, others might not know, but she knew perfectly well that she had defeated those two bad guys entirely thanks to Iver's command that day.

"Yes," Iver said readily. "It was because I was in danger that day that my father later found Bishop Mathers to teach me Sacred Art in advance and gave me extraordinary protective equipment."

The Key to St. Genevieve Chapel is now hidden in Iver's suitcase.

The deep red "key" was thicker, longer, and heavier than Hai Na's sword, weighing at least six or seven pounds. It was clearly not something you could take to class, but leaving it at home meant you couldn't find it when you needed it. So Iver hid it in a hidden compartment of his suitcase.

The old professor was somewhat incredulous. "You've mastered Illumination Spell in just a few days? And with your right hand no less...?"

Casting Illumination Spell with the right hand is more than five times more difficult than casting it with the left! Even if you can consistently output light with your left hand, suddenly asking the opponent a question while casting light with your right hand can often interrupt the Illumination Spell instantly.

Even if Professor Bard wasn't a superhuman, he certainly knew the content of the seminary graduation test—the ability to maintain a continuous illumination of the right hand for ten seconds and to stably output two units of mana even when interrupted.

Being able to accomplish this means that one is at least a qualified priest. One will no longer be interrupted while using Illumination Spell on people due to being distracted while speaking.

And Iver has only just enrolled, can already use the right-hand Illumination Spell...

"So, I'm not actually going to be stopped by the graduation threshold."

Iver explained with a smile, looking very confident. "Whether it's academic subjects or the basic skills of being a pastor, I'm fully confident that I won't fall behind. In fact, I could say that completing three semesters' worth of courses in two semesters wouldn't be a problem at all."

"If you go on an archaeological expedition, it must be difficult to hire a priest to accompany you, right? Archaeological excavation of ruins is a very dangerous job. Having a priest skilled in Illumination Spell with you would make things much easier, whether it's for healing or actual illumination."

"As for my leg—don't worry about it, it'll heal in six months to a year. I'll be in my freshman year at the earliest, and my sophomore year at the latest. I can go on archaeological trips with you then... Professor, you won't mind, will you?"

"...Since you've put it this way," Professor Bard said with a wry smile, but his joy was evident on his face, "How can I refuse you?"

"So, Professor, you agree?" Iver asked happily.

"Okay, I agree. To make it easier to take care of you, I'll take Lily in as well."

Since he figured he'd accept one student or two, Professor Bard simply included Lily as one of his students as well.

His hesitation finally subsided, and he looked at Iver, no longer agonizing over it, and added with a sigh of relief, "Also, it's not that it's difficult to hire a priest... to be precise, it's that you can't find one. You're the first priest I've met who's interested in archaeology. Generally, only those on the paths of Wisdom, Adaptation, and Twilight are interested in ancient ruins."

"When injured in the ruins, we can only rely on herbs that Path of Adaptation and the preservation techniques of the Path of Twilight. But these two treatments are far weaker than the Church's Illumination Spell, and they also require luck. I have several old friends and two students who died in the ruins because they didn't receive timely treatment after being injured..."

At this point, Professor Bard fell silent for a moment, looking quite distressed, and the joyful smile on his face faded.

Iver no words of comfort, but simply stayed quietly by the old man's side.

Neither Hai Na nor Lily spoke, and a moment of silence fell. The noise outside the closed classroom door slipped into the room—the energy and joy of youth.

Only a dozen seconds later, the old professor adjusted himself back to normal.

The old man coughed and smiled again, though slightly less than before. "I am now formally extending an invitation to you, Mr. Iver Moriarty."

"Within the free time allowed by your course schedule, would you be willing to become my teaching assistant? Accompany me to at least four classes each month, and I will pay you two red candles per class."

At this point, Professor Bard couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Of course, as a ' Moriarty,' you probably wouldn't care about that, would you?"

"Besides that, you'll get 'perfect marks' with me. Every week I can give you a note that allows you to borrow books from the school's main library to make up for any gaps in your knowledge of the course. If you have any questions for other professors or need any help from them, I can also write you letters of recommendation."

These are the real benefits.

Moreover, Professor Bard's terms for Iver were very lenient—only four classes per month, which is essentially the same as the weekly seminary class. Professor Bard also teaches courses in other departments, but his intentions were simple.

When Professor Bard teaches classes in other departments, Iver doesn't have to attend; Iver can follow his own schedule. If he does attend, that's fine too; he can catch up on missed classes through self-study or by directly seeking help from the professor of the corresponding course or asking questions.

In other words, they gave him special treatment. Then they used Professor Bard's personal connections to pay the price.

"I am very honored."

Iver responded politely with a smile.

After that, they would have to sign a contract and then send it to the Dean of Studies at Iver for stamping. But these were just formalities, and Professor Bard could handle them himself.

This is undoubtedly a win-win situation.

Both sides felt they had won big, even to the point of being overwhelmed by their victory.

Having finished his business, Iver planned to visit his old friend, Little John. He also wanted to ask Dengzi if he'd encountered any strange people lately—especially strange women.

If he encounters it, then that's probably the start of a plot development.

But when Hai Na opened the classroom door as she walked over.

Iver suddenly noticed a large group of people gathered at the doorway, while a lone figure hung nearby.

"... Isn't that Her Highness the Princess?"

Hai Na asked in confusion, "She's from the Sixth Faculty, right? How did she end up in the Fourth Faculty?"

As she said this, she suddenly paused, instinctively looking at Iver.

It can't be...

Isabel had her back to the classroom, watching the griffins taking off and landing on the playground in the distance, her eyes filled with envy.

In fact, Iver's classmates, who had gathered to chat, felt a little sorry for her standing alone in the distance. However, their families had warned them that it was best not to approach this Princess.

Because no one knows when she might suddenly die, it could easily cause trouble.

Even if the Avalon royal family were to die out due to the curse, those families that had previously been too closely associated with the royal family might also face retribution.

... And they didn't actually know why this Princess of such high status was standing at their classroom door.

"Could it be that they're waiting for Professor Iver?" someone whispered, speculating.

Today, "Teacher Iver" has become Iver's nickname.

"How is this possible..."

Many others immediately refuted this baseless claim. "The Moriarty Family has never had any connection with the royal family."

"Don't cause trouble for Iver."

"By the way, has anyone spoken to Iver about that prince's problem?"

"He probably knows too, right?"

"Hard to say... Can someone mention it to Professor Iver?"

As they were talking, Lily pushed Iver ' wheelchair out of the classroom.

"Your Highness."

Iver greeted him warmly, "Good afternoon... What brings you here?"

Upon hearing his voice, Isabel immediately turned around, flashed a bright smile, and greeted him, "Good afternoon, Iver... I've come to see you."

She wasn't nervous at all in front of Iver and asked directly, "Did any classmates invite you out at noon today?"

...ah?

What? In an instant, the crowd that had been quietly listening nearby, including Hai Na and Professor Bard next to Iver, fell silent.

In an instant, with remarkable synchronization, they felt disbelief and incomprehension.

It wasn't because Iver knew Princess Isabel.

It wasn't even Isabel who invited Iver to dinner... Of course, that's also quite absurd.

It's so outrageous that I've never seen anything like it before, and no one has ever dared to think of such a thing.

What's most hard to understand is that this Princess can naturally call people by their names and speak normally in everyday life... instead of being cautious and speaking in the kind of honorifics that only middle-aged people in their forties or fifties would use, as if she were about to run away at any moment.

—So you can actually have normal conversations with people!

John, who considered himself the one who knew Iver best among the crowd, was also stunned.

... Could it be that he misunderstood? The reason Iver rejected those girls wasn't because of Yulia... but because he and the Princess were childhood sweethearts secretly dating? Four chapters released in a row, totaling 14,000 words! Please give me some monthly tickets! And thank you to Yuanyuan Liushang for the generous donation~ The cat's going to sleep!