Mel's Birthday (Part 2)

To everyone's surprise, Kelisiting had absolutely no effect after drinking it!

Wow... my little Ruiduo is already this good at making potions?

"Mel!" I exclaimed excitedly, Teleportation to Mel's side. "You know what? Ruiduo turned Kelisiting's skin pink, and even I can't turn it back!"

Mel was combing his hair when he heard this, and he was overjoyed. We immediately went to Ruiduo's side, and Mel picked up the little elf, lifted her high, and beamed, "Ruiduo is amazing! Our Ruiduo will definitely be a great potion master someday!"

The little elf's ears twitched, and its delicate little face was rosy; it was especially adorable.

She said, "I think... um... pink would be cuter."

Hmm...

I immediately told Damala, "Go find a pink dress for this sorceress, something cute, preferably with a big bow, then put her in the restaurant as decoration."

The most adorable are the apprentices who diligently study potions!

After a while, another druid postman appeared, carrying a huge package. We took it and saw that the card was signed Reynold and Crow, and the box was making strange thumping noises.

Mel and I were extremely curious, Ruiduo was also lying on the side, watching nervously. So we quickly opened the packaging, but before we could open it, the thing popped out of the box by itself.

"Meow~~~~~~"

A little black sheep darted into Ruiduo's arms and kept nudging her with its little head.

One... one little black lamb!!!

Mel and I exclaimed in surprise, the little lamb was so cute! It made a soft bleating sound, its little tail wagging back and forth like a black cotton ball; if you poked it with your finger, half a finger would sink in! Ruiduo hugged the little guy who jumped into her arms in amazement, the two little ones snuggling together... doubly adorable!

In her letter, Lady Crow wrote that the lamb was delivered by the druids and was very rare, being completely black without any other color. So she had the teachers buy it for us. I really have to praise this wonderful lady; indeed, druids understand animals better. Mel and I had been looking at pet stores and farms, but we couldn't find a soft and clever lamb. Pet stores never sell sheep, and the sheep on farms were mostly timid and dirty, just sitting there blankly being herded by sheepdogs to eat hay.

Mel crouched down, patted Ruiduo's little head, and said happily, "Look, the little lamb likes our Ruiduo very much too!"

Ruiduo's almond-shaped eyes widened in surprise; I could practically see them sparkling. She tilted her head, looked at me, then blushed and glanced at Mel, before whispering, "Then, can I help take care of the little lamb? I... I don't want to steal the teacher's pet, I... um... I..."

Her face grew redder as she spoke. Before she could finish stammering, Mel scooped them both up in her arms and said with a smile, "Of course! Ruiduo is Holy Tree Elf blessed by the Will of Nature. You'll know better than the teachers how to take care of the lambs, so we'll be relying on Ruiduo from now on!"

Ruiduo happily leaned in and kissed each of us on the cheek.

"Sigh, we're both elves, but I'm just the 'red-eyed bad girl,' tsk tsk, the teachers always bully me!" Anna jumped down the stairs, looking sullen. "Yesterday they even tore up my doujinshi! You have no idea how hard it was to get one, the one with Goliath was selling like hotcakes, I really had to..."

Slap —Mel didn't even turn his head, simply waving his hand.

Unsurprisingly, the red-eyed rascal once again became a fairy sculpture on the ceiling.

Chapter 123 Mel's Birthday (Part 2)

Like I said, today is a big day for us, but not for the general public. It's not some kind of holiday where everyone is celebrating. Everyone else is still doing what they're doing. So, while we were talking to Ruiduo, I noticed that the Mage Tower's defense system was under some kind of attack.

So Mel and I had no choice but to walk to the door, open the gate to the mage tower, and there was a huge, crammed-in...

What are these things?

I was so scared I almost threw out a forbidden spell!

Are you... are you like those tin cans that have been enchanted and can now walk freely?

Um, I mean, armor... As far as I know, at the Magic Academy of the Leinayaro Academy, the mages often go to the neighboring Knight Academy to buy their discarded armor at low prices, especially heavy traditional armor. Then they cast spells on these armors, making them move around the academy, creating a very noisy clanging noise. Last year, when I gave a lecture at their academy, it was as if a demon army was attacking the city outside in the middle of the night, so I had to blow up all their armor.

Right now, there's a bunch of armored figures crammed together crookedly outside our door.

I looked closely and knocked on it. A muffled sound came from inside the armor—okay, I'm sure there's someone inside. It's not the kind of armor that wanders around on its own and needs to be removed.

The helmet of the armor was lifted, revealing a boy with tears streaming down his face—yes, that's Keweite. He used to be my assistant along with Moli. After I left the research institute, all my assistants resigned to come and join me. Oh right, I'm now the Federation Minister of Education, so they all work at the Ministry of Education and will continue to assist me when I'm doing experiments. Keweite is my deputy; he's very reliable at organizing documents and managing my schedule.

--Because my tower already has more than twenty banshees, and evil spirits and demons flying all over the place, neither Mel nor I are the kind of black sorcerers of ancient times who would kill their assistants, so we didn't let these ten or so children move into the tower. Keweite and the others are efficient and have good personalities, but their magic is still too poor. If Damala suddenly gets the urge to sing, she can turn this child into a complete idiot.

To be honest, their magical abilities have improved a lot in the past two years. At least when Keweite was ambushed and had his pants pulled down by Leilei, he didn't just scream, but also cast a spell to exorcise the demon.

"... Sir, why did you activate the defensive array for no reason?" Keweite sat on the ground, sobbing. I judged that he must have had a leg cramp.

I paused for a moment. Today is Mel's 333rd birthday, and we don't want anything strange to disturb us. As for what that strange thing might be...

... It's rather strange that my assistants, all dressed in ancient, heavy metal armor, would come knocking on my door.

If I didn't know better, I would have thought I had traveled back to ancient times and was being hunted down by the Kantanaloya Temple Knights, who specialized in killing black mages. But I know Keweite and his assistants; although they are lively and cheerful, they never make inappropriate jokes.

I lifted the group of tin cans off the ground and floated them into the air, freeing them from their metal shells, and asked them, "Why are you dressed like this for no reason? Are you playing... uh, role-playing games?"

"Of course we need to talk to you! With your security system on, how would we dare knock on your door if you weren't dressed like this? And you never answer your phone!" Keweite cried out.

Oh... so this is still my fault?

I crushed their iron armor without any expression, and they lowered their heads and remained silent.

"Speak, what is it?" I asked, satisfied with their obedient appearance.

Keweite lowered his head and said dejectedly, "Well, because... because all the colleges are implementing your educational reform plan, a large number of novice mages are unable to graduate on time and have to postpone their studies. This has caused strong dissatisfaction among the colleges, so they came to you..."

Oh?

I haven't even complained about their abysmal magic level, yet they dare to complain about my reform plan?

"To be honest... do you really think that requiring a Level 6 certificate to graduate from university is a requirement that a normal person can meet?" Keweite said in a low voice.

I hadn't thought of it until he mentioned it! I looked at them, and Mel understood what I was thinking, so he asked sternly, "Which of you hasn't passed CET-6?"