Chapter 581: Chapter 06: Storm in a Teapot_2
Angel paused for a moment in silence, then stood up, walked toward the president, and said, "President, I need some support."
"What do you need? Tell me."
"I need manpower."
"Alright, I’ll assign people to you."
"No, I need specific manpower."
"Uh... specific?"
Angel said, "I want Mosharili. That girl who campaigned with me last time. Is that alright?"
The president looked a bit puzzled. After thinking for a while, he replied, "I understand what you mean. That’s fine. But she’ll have to wait until the next election to officially take up the position. I can ensure her election, provided you thoroughly solve this matter. Meanwhile, all the help she gives you during this period will be on a voluntary basis. I don’t know if she’ll agree to that."
"She’ll agree." Angel replied with a smile.
...
Half an hour later, Angel was already standing below the dormitory building where Mosharili lived. He got the address from the application form she submitted for the campaign.
"Why did you choose her?"
"Because I couldn’t think of anyone else, and I feel she’ll definitely listen to me."
"Alright, that’s a pretty solid reason. Maybe you need some friends."
Angel stayed silent for a while before responding to the demon, "I don’t think I need friends. Making friends is exhausting and takes up too much time. I shouldn’t waste time on things like that."
A while later, Mosharili finally came downstairs, wearing a blue apprentice’s robe, carrying a wand, and topped with a wide, pointed hat. Her eyes practically sparkled at the sight of Angel.
On the balcony of the third floor, a crowd of female students from the Magic Academy watched from afar.
"I’m ready, Angel! I mean... thank you for recommending me to the president! I really couldn’t be more grateful!"
"Let’s go. We probably won’t have time to sleep tonight. I hope to resolve this within two days."
"Alright!"
Soon, they arrived at the library.
The library in the Magic Academy is probably the busiest place at night, aside from the dormitory area.
Of course, calling it "busy" might not be entirely accurate. I just mean there are lots of people here. Though there are plenty of slackers in the Magic Academy, there are also quite a few overachievers. Many choose to spend their days buried in the library.
Walking past rows of study desks and towering bookshelves, Angel finally arrived at a sign that read "No Entry for Unauthorized Personnel."
The Dark Magic Archive.
Blood Elves generally believed that magic, especially dark magic, eroded the mind and spirit. Dark mental magic was considered even worse. Hence, all books on dark magic were kept in a separate section, and student access was prohibited unless there was a special requirement.
Angel silently handed over his Vein Council identification card, accompanied by a formal authorization to review dark magic books issued by the Vein Council.
The senior apprentice stationed at the high desk glanced at the documents and lightly tapped the bell on his desk.
Immediately, the blue halo shrouding the entrance vanished.
Angel led Mosharili inside.
A vast room unfolded before them—a seemingly endless array of six-meter-high bookshelves, all filled with various ancient tomes. Each book was uniformly black, as if part of a series.
"This is my first time here..." Mosharili was awestruck.
"Is this part of your plan? The mental section of dark magic is all here. Normally, you probably wouldn’t even be able to step in," the demon asked.
"No, it was a spur-of-the-moment decision. I think I should leave this authorization behind to gain frequent access here. I just don’t know how long it’ll last. Or... I could campaign to become the next president. If being president grants access to this archive..." Turning his face slightly, Angel handed Mosharili a note and said, "These are the general ingredients. Use this to search. Focus on summoning magic."
"Alright." Mosharili nodded.
...
Researching ancient texts is a tedious, monotonous task, especially when time is limited and you urgently need a specific result. You can only repeatedly match the confirmed ingredients while frantically searching through book after book, often without a chance to fully absorb the content.
Even the most studious individuals eventually feel fatigued.
Take Mosharili, for instance.
She persevered and persisted, but by five in the morning, she had slumped onto the table and fallen asleep with a thud.
When she woke up, daylight had already arrived. Sunlight streamed in through the library’s top glass windows, illuminating the room, which contained only the two of them.
Angel sat beside her, leisurely flipping through a book. His movements were slow, as if he wasn’t searching for anything specific, but simply reading for pleasure.
"I’m sorry! I accidentally fell asleep! I..." Mosharili exclaimed as she hurriedly stood up and turned to resume searching, "I’ll look right now!"
"No need." Angel stopped her, then slowly lifted his head and gave the confused Mosharili a glance. "I’ve already found it."
"You... You found it?" Mosharili blinked in astonishment.
"Yes." Angel reached out and lightly tapped the stack of thirteen books beside him. Yes, thirteen in total. "It’s not a particularly complex experiment. Everything is recorded in these books. I finished gathering them by six o’clock this morning."
"Six in the morning? What time is it now?"
"Eight-thirty. I’m waiting for the library staff to start their shifts so I can check borrowing records." Angel glanced at the clock on the wall and said, "Ten more minutes. Should be about time. Let’s go. Put back all the books you took out previously."
"O-okay." Mosharili hurried to pick up the stack of books and wobbled toward the bookshelf.
Angel didn’t seem inclined to help at all. He simply stood there, waiting while flipping through another book.
"You’re really not a gentleman, Angel. Even the demon can’t bear to watch. This won’t win you any favor with girls," the demon complained.
Angel replied coolly, "I don’t need their favor."
...
In fact, the matter itself wasn’t too difficult. Angel quickly checked the borrowing records and identified eight individuals. Interest in dark magic archives wasn’t common, so only eight people had access.
It seemed likely that the experiment had failed, hence the disruption. If the experiment had succeeded, no one would have even noticed.
After dedicating two full days to the investigation, focusing entirely on the task and disregarding everything else around him, Angel finally narrowed it down to one individual, presenting his findings to the stressed-out president.
Why stressed-out?
Because the academy’s order was disintegrating by the minute.
"How about... you handle the final part too?"
"Final part? What do you mean?"
"I mean..." The president hesitated for quite some time before saying, "Find him in person, tell him we already have sufficient evidence, and make him pay for the laboratory losses. Also, have him sign an apology. Yes, just like that."
"Shouldn’t this be referred to the Magic Council for a ruling?"
"There’s no Magic Council anymore, none. All its members took leave." The president looked like he was about to scratch his scalp off. "You don’t know yet, do you? Last night, the Fire Magic and Water Magic departments went at each other. That issue’s still unresolved. I honestly have no idea how to deal with it. You understand what I mean, right? If the ruling authority is absent, and there’s no one of sufficient prestige to take their place, then..."
With a helpless shrug, the president continued, "What I just mentioned is merely one of many. Right now, we have countless similar cases on our hands. The Magic Academy is practically in a state of anarchy. We don’t have any means to enforce penalties. Let’s hope this guy who snuck into the lab cooperates and willingly compensates. That would be the best result for us at this point."
As he spoke, a resounding chant came from outside the window: "Oppose! Oppose the Vein Council’s dictatorship! They have no right to do this! The Magic Academy belongs to all of us! Let’s overthrow these dictators! A new era is upon us; let’s toss the Vein Council into the trash heap of history!"
"Into the trash heap! Into the trash heap! Into the trash heap!"
Well, it’s only been a few days... Sounds like a full-blown revolution.