Alpaca (Crossed Out) Reynold's Diary, Part Two

A moment later, I took down the last batch of cumbersome cyborgs, and a large room appeared before me, with a cage in the very center of the room.

I immediately saw Moli kneeling on the floor, scribbling on a piece of paper, while Anna was leaning over her back, writing furiously. They were both muttering to each other, "Hurry up, come on, come on... speed up your writing..."

Time is running out... Come on! We can do it!

They were so engrossed, their eyes sparkling, completely absorbed in their creations, that they didn't react at all when I approached the cage.

I sighed, first burning out the circuitry outside the cage, then waving my hand. The papers they were writing and drawing on automatically flew into my hand. At that moment, the two girls looked up at the same time. When they saw me, they decisively hugged each other and let out a loud and long scream in unison.

I...

Is this how you should react when you see your teacher who has traveled a long way to rescue you?

Even if you don't cry tears of joy, can't you at least express your happiness? But I felt that Moli was so nervous that she was about to burst like a balloon. In order to prevent my apprentices from being frightened by their teacher and turning into a real Death Banshee, I quickly cast two calming spells on them, which shut them up.

I don't feel like I'm here to rescue them. I feel like in their eyes I'm a demon coming to collect their souls. Even with calming magic, the two children are still trembling. Moli is so scared that she closes her eyes. Anna is holding her, but her own legs have gone weak and she has collapsed to the ground. This makes me have the illusion that I am actually the big bad guy.

I glanced down at the papers they had been fiddling with...

... Um...

"Quick Transmigration: Every World Has a Dark Mage Who Wants to Sleep With Me"?

I turned to the first page expressionlessly, and saw Anna's dark elven face turn ashen in an instant. Her mouth was open, and she was gasping for breath. Moli choked back tears and buried her face in Anna's chest, letting out desperate cries.

So I lowered my eyes and read aloud:

"Mephistopheles, a single, reclusive mage, accidentally obtains an ancient artifact. During his research, he inadvertently activates it, transporting him to various worlds. There, he receives a mission from the artifact's spirit: to sleep with the first Dark Lord of each world! To prevent the lonely, unsatisfied Dark Lords from destroying the world, the great mage Mephistopheles resolutely accepts the mission, determined to seal the evil Dark Lords away with a new position every day..."

I shut my mouth, a bad feeling creeping over me. I looked down and saw a string of red hearts drawn in red ink, followed by the Demon King's name...

Really...

I couldn't control my lips, silently reciting. "... The Demon King Ciprins was actually a kind-hearted dark sorcerer. He studied evil magic alone, but he wasn't happy. He wandered alone through every world, trying to find his destined one, but he grew increasingly frustrated... because every night, he was surrounded by extreme emptiness. He never let anyone know that he desperately longed for someone to embrace him, kiss him, and then forcefully open his elegant legs to enter him, penetrate him, and fill his body and soul with burning, gushing love..."

Furthermore, this passage was marked in large red ink with the words: "Pay attention to the rhetoric in the main text, and strive to avoid being labeled a 'yellow card' by Jinjiang's 'dominant protagonist'!"

I looked up at the two girls with a blank expression. They were huddled together in a corner of the cage, looking... well... giving off a pitiful and weak impression, as if I were an evil god demanding sacrifices of young girls.

Then I shook the paper and found what Moli was drawing. A huge expanse of unmasked flesh startled me; pale arms and legs were intertwined, with strange little things hanging in all sorts of odd places... It took me a lot of effort to figure out which arm belonged to whom...

Forehead...

... The faces drawn actually look quite like mine and Mel's...

... Is this pose really possible?

No wonder Moli was so nervous she looked like she was about to explode. I glanced at them sideways, and they immediately tried to shrink themselves into an even smaller ball.

I stuffed the papers into my spatial ring, then looked at the two girls, their faces ashen, heads in their hands, resigned to their fate. With a gentle smile and a soft voice, I asked them, "Tell me your punishment."

The girls broke down in tears when I asked them questions.

Chapter 59 Alpaca (crossed out) Reynold's Diary Part Two

When I actually started pursuing this little mage, I found that things weren't as I had expected.

Or perhaps this monk is more outstanding than I originally imagined, which makes pursuing him no easy task.

Logically speaking, this inexperienced academician from an obscure university should have come to me seeking favors simply by promising him better projects, promotions to research team leaders, or helping him resolve a few problems.

When I was first promoted to councilor, several young mages approached me with similar intentions. Among them was a beautiful and incredibly hot female sorceress. I learned that she wanted to enter the Tower of Sanctuary of Truth in the capital city, the Sanctuary of Tower of True Knowledge. She was the only spellcaster who ever piqued my interest. Her bloodline talent was fascinating, and her personality was wonderful. I even suspected that she might have had some succubus blood in her ancestors long ago, otherwise she wouldn't be so charming... But I really couldn't help her. The reason wasn't me or her, but rather the Tower of True Knowledge...

That's the Mage's Tower; it doesn't accept warlocks.

There are also a few—thankfully, a small number—young spellcasters who are unwilling to work hard and are always looking for crooked paths. They think that if they sleep with a member of the Magic Council, they can get a good job the next day... What are members of the Magic Council? Examiners of the sex industry? Having only posture but no knowledge, is it like working at the Holy Light Research Institute, the National Magic Research Institute, or the Tower of True Knowledge?

Oh, the sex industry has been illegal in the Federation for hundreds of years. What I and the Federation really need are good employees who can work hard and make a difference.

The Prime Minister joked with me, saying, "I admire your upright thinking, but how do you know those kids weren't just after your body and wanted to have some fun?"

I really wanted to roll my eyes at him for that.

... And then there were others whose intentions left me both amused and exasperated. Like that young man yesterday who, despite his poorly written essay, deliberately spilled coffee on me... Is this still a popular trope in CEO romance novels these days? My cousin loved reading those over a decade ago! The only difference was that my cousin's coffee spilled on her shirt's chest, while that young man spilled it on my crotch... So when he imitated a CEO romance novel trope and started arguing with me, I fired him without hesitation.

I don't mind occasionally using special means to achieve my goals, because the political world is never short of cunning. However, I am quite disgusted by a few individuals who know nothing but special means. Such people are just incompetent and hold positions without doing anything. So once, I agreed to a promise made to a new government employee who had been harassing me. Then, he climbed into my house in the middle of the night, stripped naked, and I threw him directly onto the street—which unexpectedly increased my public support.

After that, no one who tried to go astray dared to come to me again, but that doesn't mean I didn't understand these things.

Judging from the scene of that young sorcerer blowing up his phone that day, he was still very young and lacked social experience. If I hadn't been there to speak up and say that the listener playing on his phone was disrespectful and that no one should cause trouble for that sorcerer, he probably would have been fired immediately. So I guessed that he must have been bullied everywhere in the research institute—and after my investigation, I found that this was indeed the case. Several group leaders in the research institute didn't like him, and Doug Griffin, a promising candidate to succeed the dean, also particularly disliked this sorcerer.