"You think gathering followers is just lip service?"

"Followers must be sincere for it to work."

Viktor listened to Vega's explanation while tapping on the table. Looking at the morning sunlight falling on the book, Viktor smiled softly in the study:

"It's just sincerity, right? No worries about deceiving them."

Vega narrowed its eyes and made a cooing sound, expressing its dissatisfaction with Viktor.

"Perhaps you're more cunning than the previous Viktor."

"You flatter me."

Viktor didn't say much more, just continued reading the speech draft.

He always felt that since this stinky bird bonded with him, it had gradually started to forget about its mission of reviving as an evil god.

Thinking this, Viktor glanced at Vega.

At this moment, the crow was standing on the desk, nodding off sleepily.

Vega had always eaten during the day and slept at night, barely exercising.

It was like a useless ornament.

In just a few days, Vega's body had grown quite plump. When it stood on Viktor's shoulder, Viktor could feel the added weight.

However, if the other party wasn't in a hurry, then he didn't need to care too much either.

So he spent a quiet morning in the study looking at the speech draft and Erica's homework.

.....

By noon, Viktor had finished grading Erica's homework. As for today's teaching content, thanks to Henie's diligent preparation, he quickly memorized the key points.

When Viktor walked out of the study, he saw Henie the teaching assistant rubbing her eyes as she came out.

"Awake? Get ready, we should set off."

Viktor casually reminded Henie, who startled like a frightened deer, immediately becoming more alert and quickly responding:

"No problem, Professor. I'm ready."

Viktor nodded and instructed the servants to prepare the carriage to head to the Royal Magic Academy.

He invited Henie to sit in the carriage together, but Henie was extremely nervous and could only obediently sit down.

As a result, the two sat face to face, with Henie keeping her head down the entire time, not daring to look up, only sneaking glances at Viktor.

Henie felt her heart was about to jump out, pounding non-stop.

Her mind was in chaos like a volcanic eruption, frantically thinking: 'I'm actually sitting in the same carriage as the genius Professor Viktor!?'

'Oh my god!'

Henie felt hot, realizing her forehead was sweating, and she couldn't even sit still.

Viktor saw how tense she was and wanted to say something.

But speaking rashly might make her even more nervous.

If so, it was better to let her indulge in her own wild thoughts.

The more nervous she was, the more likely she was to overthink, and then realize that she had actually slept at this notorious nobleman's house this morning.

Viktor found her wide-eyed shock amusing.

He just looked at Henie, while Henie looked down at her shoes, maintaining this posture.

There was not a single conversation throughout the journey, quietly waiting for the carriage to reach its destination.

.....

As the carriage gradually came to a stop, Viktor spoke first:

"We're here."

Only after hearing Viktor speak did Henie slowly raise her head, her expression immediately relaxing.

"Finally here."

She let out a long sigh, not expecting this journey to be so long.

After getting off the carriage, Henie kept walking beside Viktor.

Seeing him about to go to the office, Henie mustered up the courage to say to Viktor: "Professor Viktor, the Dean said to visit him when you arrive at the academy."

Viktor nodded, then walked straight towards the Dean's office.

Henie followed behind Viktor like a timid deer again.

Bang bang!

After being teleported through the Mage Tower, Viktor knocked on the door of the Dean's office.

"Come in."

After the Dean's permission, he entered with his teaching assistant.

Standing in front of the Dean, Viktor got straight to the point:

"Dean, I heard you were looking for me."

The Dean was an elderly fat man, wearing a bunch of mage accessories. He looked just like a traditional wizard.

At the same time, he was also the strongest in this academy, a fourth-tier mage.

An existence known to the world as a 'Saint Mage'.

Almost legendary.

Twenty years ago, he had already reached this level.

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Seeing Viktor, he pushed away his water cup, capped his pen, and gently placed the pen on the book.

It seemed his body had aged to the limit, feeling tired from even the slightest movement.

Exhaling, the Dean leaned back in his chair and said slowly, "Professor Viktor, I heard about what happened in class yesterday."

Viktor frowned, not expecting that Erica's challenge would reach Dean's ears.

"You did very well," the Dean smiled at him, then continued, "But... wasn't it too strict?"

"Given time, it might cause dissatisfaction among the students."

Hearing the Dean say he was too strict, Viktor shook his head and replied:

"If I don't do this, they won't understand the importance of respecting teachers."

Viktor's tone was calm, he didn't feel there was any problem with his handling of the situation.

Besides, he was Viktor, and Viktor was a person who always sought revenge for the slightest grievance.

Fortunately, the Dean quickly agreed with his point of view, nodding and saying: "Hmm... respecting teachers... good point, as expected of a mage called a genius."

"Oh right, I called you here today because of this."

The Dean pulled out a piece of parchment from the desk and handed it to Viktor.

"This is our academy's invitation for an external lecture. Take a look and see if there's anything that needs to be added."

Viktor gently took it and carefully read the contents.

"I suppose you already understand, Professor Viktor."

The Dean showed a kind smile and said.

"In our academy, lecturers with professor positions are required to give a lecture once a month."

"We plan to promote your lecture course externally in a month, inviting various mages and industry professionals to attend, and broadcast your lecture via magic stone recording."

Hearing this, Viktor already understood his meaning.

"So, I hope you can refine the content of the lecture within this month. At that time, the academy will provide you with a lecture hall that can accommodate thousands of people."

"Professor Viktor, do you have any suggestions?"

Listening to the Dean's explanation, Viktor understood that it wouldn't be long before it was time for the academy to recruit new students.

The academy wanted to attract students with excellent qualifications, and students would also consider the faculty strength of the academy.

If a youngest third-tier mage professor suddenly appeared at this time, it would undoubtedly be a very powerful way to attract new students.

Although Viktor had a bad reputation, he had ability and strength, so no one would care about his reputation.

And if he really made this lecture beautiful and successful.

Then that news would naturally be debunked.

Viktor recalled the contents of the newspaper from a few days ago, as well as his promise to Gwen.

No one would care about the love life of a powerful professor, even if he really did flirt with the duke's daughter.

At the same time, if this was really done, then his position as a 'professor' would be directly tied to the Royal Academy.

With this relationship, he would obviously be able to do more things before the death outcome arrived in the next few years.

So Viktor nodded and agreed.

"I have no problem, everything will be done according to the academy's wishes."

Seeing Viktor agree, the Dean smiled and looked at Henie beside him.

"How about this teaching assistant? Are you satisfied with her work?"

Viktor glanced at Henie beside him, then replied:

"It's my honor to have such a competent assistant."

With that, Viktor turned and left with Henie.

Henie followed behind Viktor, feeling extremely flustered.

The more she thought about the professor's evaluation of her in front of the Dean just now, the more she felt her efforts had not been in vain.

She unconsciously started walking more cheerfully.

In the afternoon class, Viktor taught a very normal lesson.

This time there were no 'industry insiders', after all, after yesterday's incident, no one would think they could see any entertainment from Viktor.

Viktor continued to lecture on knowledge points as usual, and the students were all diligently recording key points and taking notes.

This time Erica didn't continue to find fault either, seriously taking notes and writing a lot.

The bell rang, and Viktor organized his teaching materials.

"Class dismissed."

"Erica, remember to come to my office."

.....

Viktor returned the corrected notes to Erica and pointed out some errors.

"For you now, it's still too early to easily use teleportation magic, but your direction is not wrong."

Viktor taught, Erica listened, the two looked so harmonious as if they had forgotten that Viktor had flirted with her at her birthday party before.

He didn't mention this, and naturally Erica swallowed this matter and didn't mention it either.

After Viktor imparted knowledge to Erica, he nodded and said:

"That's enough for today."

Hearing this, Erica tentatively asked: "If I have questions in the future, can I still come to consult you?"

She indeed hated Viktor in her heart, but she had to admit that his knowledge was absolutely top-notch.

Even the private tutors her father hired for her couldn't reach Viktor's level.

Any difficult points became simple and easy to understand under Professor Viktor's explanation.

How could Erica know that those were actually told to him by Vega, and then passed on by him.

With such an evil god comparable to an encyclopedia, teaching a student was a piece of cake.

Viktor thought for a moment and said: "It depends on the situation. I have a lot of work to do, but if I have time, of course I can."

Of course, this was just lip service.

He, Viktor, never dawdled and always left work on time!

As soon as he finished speaking, Viktor felt a twinge in his heart.

The Mage's Hand had been activated.

If Lia used the Mage's Hand spell, Viktor, as the source of magic, could feel it.

He had just given it to Lia yesterday, and she used it today?

What a coincidence?

Viktor wasn't too worried about Lia, but the source of magic wasn't far from the capital, so he decided to go take a look.

So he stood up and said to Erica.

"I have some things to deal with. Remember to close the door when you leave."

Then he drew a teleportation circle on the spot and left.

Erica: "...?"

Everyone in the academy knew that the Mage Tower had no doors, and entry and exit all relied on the teleportation magic inside the Mage Tower.

.....

Suburbs.

Lia looked at the group of people burned to charcoal in front of her, her expression slightly frozen.

Several mages beside her trembled.

They all saw that the powerful second-tier magic was released from this woman's hand.

Second-tier magic was not something they, as small fry, could face.

She had such powerful magic, why did she still need other mages to help?

We are just first-tier small fry mages in front of her.

Lia scratched her head and looked at the carriage behind her.

She had hung the Kravina family crest, but why was she still attacked?

Forget it.

She had already notified Miss Gwen, and it wouldn't be long before she arrived.

The group just stayed in place waiting for the knights to arrive.

Ten minutes later, a group of knights riding white horses and wearing cold iron armor arrived.

The leader was naturally Gwen, who immediately found Lia.

"Lia! Lia!"

Seeing Lia sitting alone on a stone lost in thought, Gwen got off her horse and ran over.

Lia returned a smile to her.

"Lia, are you alright?"

Gwen grabbed Lia's hand, her eyes showing some concern.

"Me? Of course I'm fine."

"But those bandits who attacked our merchant group are not doing so well."

She shrugged and gestured with her eyes for Gwen to look to the side.

Gwen blinked. When she first arrived, she was only concerned about Lia's safety and naturally didn't see the pile of charred corpses.

Now seeing them, she frowned.

As a great knight, she was used to seeing corpses, but even so, this kind of horrific death made her scalp tingle.

However... Was this done by the mages Lia brought?

But thinking about it, she didn't quite believe it herself.

The weak magical power on those mages was not enough to support the power to burn a large group of people.

Then who could it be?

An absurd thought flashed through her mind, and she couldn't help but joke with Lia.

"Were these bandits killed by you? Don't mind, Lia, I'm just joking."

Lia: "If I say yes, would you believe me?"

Gwen: "?"