Brown was really hit, and indeed... there were no ancient heroes who were not monsters.

Seeing Hannah having started cleaning her room for herself, she could pick up all kinds of magic, and the scattered clothes and books were automatically sorted out. Many of the exquisite magics were just used to clean it, which made Brown, who was standing beside her, only amazed, and wanted to help but didn't know what she could do.

"Hannah...I... go out to buy something. I guess you're hungry, what do you want to eat?"

Hannah walked to the window and looked at the street outside. It was the second floor. There was a street light every distance on the road outside, and you could also see a few pedestrians returning late.

Although no suspicious stalker was found, Hannah said alertly: "Mr. Jennings, I didn't see a store that is still open nearby. It's too dangerous for you to go out at this time... It's better..."

At this time, there was a knock on the door. Brown opened the door and saw a shy girl standing outside the door holding a cake in her hand.

"Jane...Professor Jennings..." When the girl saw Brown, she was happy first, and then her cheeks immediately turned red: "I... just now... heard your door ringing, and was afraid that strangers would come in, so she came over to take a look... I didn't expect that you were really here."

Brown recognized the girl as the landlord's daughter Gris. The very cute girl is a student of Saroyang Magic Academy and is also a junior magician who studied in Brown's junior magic department. Gris was discovered to have magical talent very early. Although he was not very talented, as a citizen of Saroyang, he was still admitted to Saroyang Magic Academy.

If you are not talented, you have to use magic potential to stimulate potions to activate more potential, which is a huge expense. But because she has such a large rental apartment at home, not counting other income, just the monthly rent is enough for all the cost of Gris' schooling.

Because Brown rented the house of Grace's family, he also took great care of Grace in the academy, so that the young girl who had just fallen in love became obsessed with her teacher.

This also troubled Brown very much. He wanted to change his place to live, but he really couldn't find a house that was so cheap and suitable for the college.

"Gris..." Brown said to the girl with freckles on her face with a professor's attitude: "The new semester is about to begin... I hope you can devote all your energy to your studies. Your magic potential has been developed very smoothly. If your cultural course grades can improve a little more, you can get the certification of a level 4 intermediate magician.

This will be of great help to your future life.”

Brown knew that Grace's cultural course scores were actually very good, but every time it was time for the exam, her grades were always a little worse. This time Brown quietly reminded Grace, hoping that she could figure it out... Intermediate magicians and junior magicians are a watershed...

"I understand, Professor Jennings, I will work hard..." The girl nodded but did not understand Brown's meaning. She asked again: "When I was at the door just now... I heard the professor talking to whom? Is it a guest at your house?"

"Oh...yes..." Brown wanted to introduce Hannah, but when he turned around, he found that Hannah was not seen in the house. Realizing that it was a hero from the ancient magic era, Brown said in order not to let Gris get into this trouble: "Probably I'm contacting the spell...it's too loud. You know the new semester is coming, and I'm going to prepare for the course."

"Professor Jennings is the best professor of magic..." Grace smiled sweetly and presented the cake in her hand to Brown: "This is the cake I made by myself. You must have not eaten when I arrived here from the train station so late... I added a lot of nuts and a little rose petals."

Brown could only smile helplessly for such a girl. He took the tray of cake and said to Grace: "Thank you... I'm indeed hungry. The night is very deep now. You can rest early and be careful of the steps..."

"Good night, Professor Jennings."

"Good night, Miss Gris."

After closing the door, Brown breathed a sigh of relief and turned around, then saw Hannah standing by the window without seemingly moving.

The room had been cleaned and Brown put the cake on the dining table and said to Hannah, "Look... our dinner is here. I promise you that the cake baked by Miss Gris is really delicious.

Eat while it's hot... and rest.

You sleep in bed, and I…just meditate here, and after seeing the magic you showed, I feel very inferior."

Hannah used the ice skates made by shaping magic to divide the cake into small pieces that are easy to eat, and then said, "I don't actually need a rest... If sir finds it inconvenient, I can hang it under the eaves outside your window..."

Hanging? Under the eaves?

Such a beautiful maid hanging outside her roof?

Is it okay?

...

When Daliang and Brown arrived in Saroyang City and settled down at their respective residences, Jessica and Sir Charles also boarded the patrol airships that came to rescue.

The expedition was attacked by the undead.

This is Sir Charles' explanation to the airship captain.

The captain had no doubt... This is the Death Desert, and it is the night of the Death Desert. No matter how experienced mercenaries are, they don’t know what kind of undead are buried under their feet. If it is some skeletons, zombies and other low-level undeads, the mercenaries can escape with the guns in their hands; and if they encounter some slightly higher undeads or fall into the undead tide, they will basically end up with the destruction.

Jessica and Sir Charles were in very bad condition. The captain thought they were still in shock and lost their minds. He asked the soldiers on the airship to bring felt, food and water to Jessica and Sir Charles, and let them rest in the cabin.

Jessica leaned against the bulkhead around the felt and looked at the night sky outside through the round glass window.

The starry sky is brilliant and beautiful, but Jessica is not in the mood to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the Dead Desert sky. This night she experienced something that made her whole life turn sharply... an ancestor who has been alive for two thousand years, and he has a high status in the ancient magic era... higher than the highest mountain she knew.

And he was too tall, too far, invisible or touched, just like dreaming, but the feeling of riding a dragon just now was definitely not dreaming.

Jessica couldn't help but look at Sir Charles next to her, and he looked out the window and didn't know what he was thinking.

Compared to his vague ancestors, Jessica cared more about... the person who raised herself.

Jessica couldn't hate Sir Charles.

Without the jazz, she had long died in the hands of those crazy believers gazing at the abyss... He had never harmed himself since he was a child... But he was indeed the Holy See who gazed at the abyss and participated in the massacre.
Chapter completed!