After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King
Chapter 216 - 92: The Gap Between Mages

Chapter 216: Chapter 92: The Gap Between Mages

Yila casually flipped through the records, the sound of parchment rustling. He realized the increasingly short intervals between tower meetings were entirely normal... just as recorded in the student archives.

More and more new students...

...

Each Pure White Tower mage cohort consisted of a thousand students... and this process generally took about fifty years, so the White Tower meeting was held once every fifty years.

A thousand students in fifty years... and this was data from just one of the only three mage towers in the world, highlighting how precious the profession was.

The mage profession wasn’t more noble than others (although some mages thought so); it was all professions that were noble...

Or rather, it was the deeply rooted *bloodline*.

Now, in just thirty-eight years, so many new students with mage talent had appeared... even in cases where parents had no mana adaptability, but the children did.

This wasn’t uncommon either; perhaps one of the child’s ancestors had mana adaptability. But the records indicated... their parents and grandparents were genuine civilians.

*Honestly, the possibility of infidelity was higher.*

If this continued to increase year by year, the number of civilians would only decrease. What would that represent? The prosperity of the Human Kingdom? Or... chaos?

Yila thought the latter was more likely...

For example, if it took the produce of ten civilians to sustain one professional, what would happen when the number of professionals increased... would they still be willing to farm?

Impossible, no matter how one thought about it.

"..."

"Good thing I ran away."

Yila muttered as he shoved the student list back into the shelf. He had never felt so grateful for his swift departure from the empire as he did now... because he could have stayed.

He could have stayed in the empire and gradually worn down those baseless accusations under the attacks of the noble faction, who acted like bloodhounds smelling blood... but it was too troublesome, so he decided to slip away to the Silver Moon Tree Court.

The dissatisfaction wasn’t born that day; it just exploded that particular day.

Later, he found the Demon King Territory to be quite nice... which everybody knew. If the situation really turned into an excess of professionals, would it affect the Demon King Territory?

Thinking about it, even if little demons rapidly evolved into demon lords, they’d still need to farm for me, so it seemed like it wouldn’t matter much. But...

*If the world fell into chaos, even the Demon King Territory couldn’t stay uninvolved; it might get dragged into a new war...*

However, this gave birth to an interesting scenario—if the whole world were filled with professionals, what level of existence would Yila be, who could freely absorb all their mana for combat?

*Just a hypothesis, not worth too much consideration.*

For now, the crucial goal was to find a way to let little demons easily irrigate the farmland... although it felt like using a cannon to shoot mosquitoes, it represented the gradual liberation of productivity.

If imparting spells didn’t work... was mana technology a route to try?

"Yila... cough cough cough... it’s about time."

Yila, deep in thought, heard a voice from the door. He looked towards his mentor, Qiara, who was coughing, and said in response, "I understand... what’s the specific process?"

Yila said as he walked out of the archive room, following Qiara towards the hall. He listened to his mentor explaining the process of each White Tower meeting: "Cough cough... first is... no, you probably don’t need to hear so much..."

Qiara, calculating the time, looked at Yila and said, "In any case, you need to lead the combat faction in the welcoming ceremony of the White Tower meeting and duel the strongest newcomer of this cohort... go easy, just a point-to-point duel."

"Actually, this duel is meant to crush the newcomer’s arrogance. You should have appeared as the strongest newcomer from the last meeting, but you didn’t come... This time, be gentle. Don’t leave new students with psychological scars."

Qiara instructed Yila, who could only respond with a helpless smile.

In his previous duels, he did strike quite heavily.

Thinking about this, Yila watched as his mentor Qiara pushed open the door to the hall. As the soundproof barrier was lifted, the noise from the hall spilled out... then disappeared again as the door closed.

The atmosphere looked lively...

The new students were very excited, but the previous cohort, Yila’s peers, sat in a quite orderly area, only whispering among each other.

The White Tower meeting during his admission had the same overall feeling; it was somewhat nostalgic.

"Next is the mage challenge segment..."

The Beastman Mage on the platform said this, noticing Yila and his mentor Qiara arriving. She nodded at them before continuing, "Let’s welcome Yila Elkaras and Severia Alroyo to duel."

The atmosphere then grew even more vibrant...

Some new students enthusiastically cheered for "Severia," watching the proud and confident young lady, a typical mage’s daughter, walk down the aisle.

Perhaps arrogant, with more arrogance than pride.

However, previous and prior cohorts watching the White Tower meeting stopped their simple chatters and uniformly turned to look at Yila standing at the doorway.

Most new students were genuinely young teenagers, hence they didn’t grasp what "Yila Elkaras" symbolized. They might have heard from their elders but didn’t take it seriously.

They didn’t truly grasp *power*. To their imagination, being able to cast a fireball capable of destroying a house was powerful enough... they might think that the so-called "Yila" could only reach that level.

At best, destroy a stone house; if not, demolish a stone fortress in a single strike.

This perception was as naïve as thinking *"the emperor would farm with a golden hoe."*

It was a childish and arrogant thought.

...

If the strongest new student could destroy a house with one blow, then not even mentioning Yila, the leaders of past cohorts could pulverize a house.

Not on the same level at all.