Ankhseram had more than thirty mages above level seventeen under her command. These people, who bore the title of Magister, were nothing like those ghost knights without any strategic sense. When gathered together, they could flatten any enemy.
Of course, power was absolute. If you were stronger than all thirty-odd Magisters, then you would have to face Ankhseram. If you could even defeat Ankhseram, then obviously, you could freely ravish Ankhseram's exquisite body and enjoy all of Ankhseram's rights and property.
However, for nearly everyone in this world, that could only ever be a dream. Or rather, most of them did not even dare dream it. Of course, by "most" and "nearly everyone," I meant one hundred percent.
Ankhseram yawned at that moment. "What did you do with Brad?"
A handsome young man below stepped forward and said, "He has been expelled."
"Oh?" Ankhseram shoved an apple into her mouth, then suddenly widened her eyes. "You didn't make a mistake, did you? He's my student!"
The handsome young man continued without hesitation, "But he has developed extreme hostility toward Li. This cannot be ignored. I believe it would be better to expel him."
Ankhseram waved her hand. "I'm not blaming you. But you should remember what your responsibility to me is, right?"
The young man said slowly, "Yes, to help Your Highness solve the financial problems."
"Mm. Since you know you are supposed to help me solve financial problems, then I seem to recall that getting rid of that little fellow would create a bit of a financial problem, wouldn't it?"
The young man continued, "That's right. If Brad leaves alone, our finances will fall into deficit. That is because the scholarship you give Li is simply too high."
When the young man said this, the other Magisters did not