Chapter 83: Chapter 83

Morlan gnashed his teeth, his expression as if he wanted to tear Lathel into a hundred pieces.

Velithra, fearing things were not chaotic enough, stepped closer to Lathel, once again leaning on him as she said: "I lean on him , his wife has not spoken, what right do you have to say anything?"

"You..." Morlan was so furious he seemed about to explode, his body trembling. If looks could kill, Lathel would have died countless times under Morlan’s gaze.

"Selvia..." Velithra suddenly looked toward Selvia and asked: "If I do this, will you be jealous?"

Lucien, watching this scene, sneered inwardly: ’Huh! Any woman seeing her man being close to another woman would be enraged.’

’Even that bastard Lathel cannot escape Professor Moonsong’s embrace.’

’Selvia, at last you see his true face, a liar and...’

"Professor Moonsong, I am not jealous. On the contrary, I feel happy."

"What?!" Hearing Selvia’s words, Lucien felt as if he had misheard: "Selvia, you... you’re joking, right?"

Selvia frowned, her eyes displeased as she glanced at Lucien, then turned toward Velithra, smiling: "Professor, if Lathel is loved by you, that is my pride."

"I am too weak, too useless, so I cannot protect him. If you can protect him, Professor, then I can entrust him to you with peace of mind."

"Kekeke..." Velithra covered her mouth, laughing gracefully: "Selvia, you truly are adorable."

"Ah! Lyra is truly fortunate, not only to have a handsome disciple like Lathel, but also such a good girl like you, Selvia."

"As for me, how pitiful. Though I have many disciples, none can compare to even half of you two."

"Enough!" Morlan roared, cutting across Velithra’s words: "Professor Moonsong, you have gone too far."

Velithra tilted her head, frowning at Morlan: "You mean... I’ve spoken too much?"

"Ack! No, what I meant was..." Morlan was like a balloon suddenly deflated, hurriedly explaining with embarrassment: "Professor Moonsong, I didn’t mean that."

"What I meant was that we shouldn’t wait any longer, let our two students enter the library as soon as possible."

"Huh!" Velithra snorted disdainfully, speaking softly: "Lyra is not here, so I will take her place in protecting Lathel and his wife. Do you have any objections?"

Hearing this, Lucien clenched his teeth, looking toward Morlan, hoping his master would speak up to protect him, to protect Professor Moonsong from Lathel’s filthy hands.

But he had hoped too much. At this moment, Morlan was like a dog wagging its tail at Velithra, not daring to loudly stop her from being close to Lathel.

’Damn it!’ Lucien clenched his teeth, his hands balled so tightly they turned white: ’Lathel, keep laughing while you can. When the day of the duel comes, I will surely tear off that mask of lies of yours.’

Morlan looked at Velithra’s resolute expression, sighed heavily, his face appearing to age ten years in an instant, his eyes filled with disappointment.

"That... is fine too. But only for today." Morlan said softly.

"Huh!" Velithra snorted disdainfully, then looked at Lathel with a seductive smile: "Lathel, go inside. Take whatever you like, don’t hesitate or think too much, understand?"

"Professor Moonsong, that wouldn’t be good." Morlan spoke up at this moment, his voice tinged with worry, afraid he might anger her: "Each person can only take one item."

"What’s so bad about it?" Velithra pouted: "Which rule says he can only take one thing? And if he takes more, then what?"

She turned her head, smiling alluringly at Lathel: "Don’t listen to him, just listen to me. Take whatever you want, and if you can’t get it, tell me, I’ll get it for you."

Lathel smiled gently, bowing his head: "Thank you, Professor Vely. I don’t ask for much, just something suitable for me is enough, that is what Professor Lyra taught me."

"Tsk!" Velithra’s expression turned displeased: "What the hell would she know? She hasn’t even held a man’s hand, how could she possibly know what you need?"

As she spoke, her index finger tapped lightly against Lathel’s chest, as if to seduce him.

Morlan clenched his teeth tightly, his fists so tense that the sound of bones cracking echoed harshly. The murderous aura emanating from him was so terrifying that even Lucien’s group had to step back, keeping their distance.

"Professor Moonsong..." Morlan growled.

Velithra sighed: "Vice Principal, I’d prefer if you stopped concerning yourself with me. You’re... making me uncomfortable."

"Ack!" Morlan flinched, his face filled with anger immediately vanished, replaced by a sycophantic smile: "Hahaha... I just lost control for a moment."

"I’ve just returned from the North and brought back a small gift. I hope Professor Moonsong will not disdain it."

As he spoke, Morlan produced an exquisitely carved wooden box.

Though unopened, everyone could already smell the rich aroma of medicinal herbs.

Holding the box, his face showed pride and arrogance as he slowly approached Velithra.

"Stay there. Don’t come near me."

"Ack!" Hearing Velithra’s words, Morlan felt as if a needle had pierced his heart.

She waved her hand, and the box was lifted by an invisible force, flying toward her.

The box floated before Velithra and slowly opened.

"Wow! That’s..." Irelia’s eyes widened at the pill inside, unable to contain her surprise as she shouted: "A grade 7 elixir!"

Although Lucien did not know exactly what it was, the moment he heard Irelia say it was a grade 7 elixir, he immediately understood that no amount of money—no matter how much—could buy it.

That alone was enough to show how much Morlan adored Velithra.

Hearing the astonishment around him, Morlan felt a surge of pride and excitement.

He laughed: "Professor Moonsong, that is the Aetheris Elixir, a high-tier medicine that cannot be bought with money."

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"Professor Moonsong, I heard you’ve been stuck at your current level for a long time. With this pill, you will surely break through your limit."

"Ah~" Velithra smiled seductively.

Seeing that smile, Morlan straightened his back, puffed out his chest, and wore the victorious grin of a man who believed he had won.

Lucien too felt happy for Morlan, secretly letting out a relieved sigh.

’Fortunately, my Master can win the heart of this beauty, otherwise she would surely be deceived by Lathel.’

But Velithra never once looked at Morlan. She stretched out her hand, took the box, and then—

Pushed it toward Lathel, her voice sultry as though tempting him into sin: "Lathel, Lyra must be very poor, unable to give you anything good, right?"

"Since this is our first meeting, let me give you this pill. Do you like it?"

"Pfff!" Morlan nearly spat out a mouthful of blood from shock and rage. He trembled, pointing his finger at Velithra, stammering: "You... you... that... that was my gift to you."

Velithra glanced at him, smiling: "That’s right, you gave it to me. Which means it’s mine. If it’s mine, then I can do whatever I please with it, can’t I?"

"But... but..." Morlan stuttered, wanting to protest, but realized he had no words, for Velithra’s reasoning left no gaps.

She smiled mockingly: "Ah! Or do you want to take it back?"

"Ack! That... I..." He stammered, truly wanting to reclaim the pill, but his pride would not allow him.

Lucien, standing nearby, held his forehead and sighed, thinking bitterly: ’My Master is truly pitiful, being spun around like a toy in her hands.’

"Hm?!" Velithra frowned, her beautiful, enchanting eyes flashing toward Morlan, making him flinch.

"No!" Morlan immediately said: "I am not such a petty man. Since I gave it to you, it is yours. Whatever you do with it is your right."

"Hahaha... then I must thank the Vice Principal." Velithra covered her mouth with a graceful laugh, then pushed the box toward Lathel again, her tone coquettish like a kitten: "Lathel, take it."

"This..." Lathel feigned hesitation: "Professor Vely, this was a gift to the Vice Principal. If I take it, someone might get angry. I still have to exist within this academy."

"Huh!" Velithra pouted, her eyes glancing toward Morlan and Lucien with a sharp warning, then leaned on Lathel once more, her hand brushing against his chest as if by accident.

"Lathel, Lyra cannot protect you, but I can. As long as you become my disciple, I... will definitely be able to protect you."

"If they dare trouble you, then..."

Velithra suddenly looked toward Morlan and Lucien, her eyes turning icy cold, brimming with killing intent so terrifying that everyone present shivered in fear.