Chapter 153 - I’m Pondering (1/2)
Why?
Roland was tempted to ask, but then he remembered that the two little ones were commoners. All the magic apprentices had the status of n.o.ble descendants, which was nothing more than the difference between a great n.o.ble and a small n.o.ble, fallen or not.
Originally a harmonious little group, suddenly mixed with two outsiders of different status, the other magic apprentices would naturally not like it very much.
“Did the others bully them?”
Vivian shook her head. “That didn’t happen. After all, the two of them were personally recruited by you, Deputy Chairman.”
It was already late. Roland thought for a moment, but still said, “Go get those two little ones. If they’re asleep, just wake them up.”
Vivian looked a little surprised, but went downstairs as she was told.
Not long after, she led the two little ones up.
A boy and a girl, two small children, rubbed their eyes while looking at Roland timidly. They were worried they had done something wrong to upset the Deputy Chairman, which was why he woke them up late at night to scold them.
“You guys must have had a bad time lately because the others don’t like you very much.”
Upon hearing these words, the two children had aggrieved looks in their eyes, but it was more of a stubborn expression.
Roland laughed lightly. “This doesn’t matter. Isn’t it normal for n.o.bles to look down on commoners? Now that you’re in, learn well and don’t worry about other people’s opinions —at least, in my presence, they won’t bully you and you guys won’t have any less learning resources. But most importantly, it all still depends on you. Even if you are commoners, once you become official mages in the future, who would dare to underestimate you, and who would dare to talk about your status again?
“Both of your talents aren’t bad, so as long as you work hard, you will eventually become an official mage.”
After hearing these words, the two little ones were beside themselves with excitement. They looked at Roland adoringly, their faces flushed and their eyes s.h.i.+ning.
“All right, go get some rest.” Roland waved his hand gently.
The two little ones bowed slightly and left, bouncing vivaciously, and after they went down, their jubilant laughter could still be heard faintly from the stairway.
Vivian put a hand to her mouth and yawned lightly, then asked, somewhat curiously, “Are those two little ones really gifted?”
“They’re decent.”
They were actually quite average, but the advantage was that they were still young and very malleable. As long as they were taught carefully, and if the two little ones were not lazy and worked hard and diligently, Roland felt that it wouldn’t be difficult for them to become official mages before they reached adulthood.
“Then how gifted do you think I am?”
As Vivian said this, she suddenly made a very bold move. She leaned down and braced her hands on Roland’s desk. The neckline of the magic robe inconspicuously opened a little wider, then dropped down further due to gravity.
When Roland looked over, he saw all the things he shouldn’t have seen.
Though he was stunned for a moment, Roland calmly said, “A very good gift, one rarely seen.”
Vivian stood up straight again. She looked embarra.s.sed for a moment, but then she tilted her head up slightly and seemed very proud.
The moonlight slanting in through the window enveloped Vivian, and a few flecks of dust illuminated by the moonlight, like scattered stars in the sky, surrounded this beautiful, proud, shy, emboldened young woman, setting her off like a spirit appearing in the middle of the night.
Vivian’s eyes were as bright as clear water as she gently placed an object on the table and then said, “You can come to me whenever you want.”
After saying that, she turned around and left. After exiting the study, she shrieked “yah” softly, holding her face that was about to ripen with both hands, and ran downstairs in a panic.
On the desk, a pale yellow wooden key was left behind.