【Interstellar Contract Magician】Ruyuanke

Chapter 320 [Empire] You Little Trouble

As I stepped into the mission hall in neat clothes, Nightingale's mocking face came up to me immediately.

"Hey, I heard someone took on a life-threatening mission. So, did you give up or just escape? You look like a deserter trying to look respectable in a desperate situation."

I didn't even glance at him, walking straight towards the quest window. Behind me, Nightingale raised an eyebrow and chuckled, clearly accustomed to my indifferent attitude.

The window attendant took the recording device I handed over and checked the on-site photos and satellite projections. Her finger slid across the screen a few times, and the expression on her face changed from routine boredom to a subtle numbness.

"The lord-level combat plant has been confirmed to be eradicated." She looked up at me, with a hint of uncertainty in her tone, as if she had not yet fully adapted to this fact.

I raised an eyebrow calmly, stood there with my arms folded, and waited for her to continue.

She clicked a few times on the screen, then increased my mercenary points by the amount corresponding to the mission, and handed me a new points settlement slip.

"mission completed."

It was just a few words, with a cold and formulaic tone, but I could read a little bit of disbelief in the depths of her eyes.

I took the bill and was about to turn around and leave when I heard Nightingale whistle softly behind me, her tone full of ridicule:

"Good boy, he actually came back."

I glanced at him sideways and spoke slowly:

"Don't worry, I can come back next time."

As soon as I finished speaking, I walked past him and headed out of the hall. Nightingale was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, quickly followed my pace, and continued in his piercing voice:

"Don't get complacent, kid. Come back now, and when you really step on a landmine, see if you can still be so confident."

I retrieved the photo of the "basketball-sized crystal core" from my optical brain and waved it in front of Nightingale.

The crystal core in the photo is crisscrossed with cracks, and the sharp contrast and details are so clear that one cannot doubt its authenticity.

"Did you see clearly? This is it, the crystal core of a lord-level combat plant."

I said it in a neutral tone, with a deliberate casualness in my voice, as if it was just an ordinary little thing.

Nightingale's smile froze for a moment, then a more playful arc appeared:

"Tsk, quite arrogant. Boy, you really surprise me."

I ignored him and switched the photos back to the computer storage, my movements so casually that I seemed to be showing off a bit.

"Accident? I'm so sorry." I replied lightly and strode away.

A low laugh from Nightingale came from behind, mixed with a hint of elusive meaning:

"Interesting, Ayane, really interesting."

I didn't look back, I just quickened my pace. Now, what I needed was not nonsense, but action to pave the way for the next step.

When I returned to school, the planting teacher looked at me after not seeing me for three days and the seedlings on my desk that had obviously "evolved", and his eyes almost popped out.

It's like facing a thorn in the side of a "top student", unable to speak or swallow.

The planting teacher's gaze was like a knife, fixed on my seedlings. It was filled with a complex mix of emotions: anger, shock, confusion, and even a hint of barely suppressed excitement.

He raised his finger and pointed at the seedlings on my desk, his tone barely concealing the anger:

"Three days, only three days! Tell me, what on earth is going on?"

I raised my eyebrows, pretended to be innocent, and answered nonchalantly:

"What else could it be, teacher? I'm taking good care of you."

His face twitched, as if he was forcibly suppressing some curse words, or as if he was gritting his teeth to admit defeat. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions, but he couldn't hide the gritted teeth in his tone:

"You call this 'taking good care'? This is a planting class, not a magic training class! Do you think you're the chosen one?"

I spread my hands and smiled calmly:

"Anyway, it turned out pretty good, right?"

The seedlings swayed gently in the sunlight, lush and green, clearly towering over the other students' potted plants, which were still at the seed stage. Its "healthy growth" was the best counterattack. The teacher's face turned pale, and he finally gritted his teeth and said:

"You! You are truly the most..."

Before he could finish his words, he closed his eyes, gave up the pointless argument, and turned to leave. A burst of suppressed laughter filled the classroom.

The person sitting next to me whispered to me, "You're too cruel! I'm afraid the teacher will be so angry that she'll question her life."

I leaned back in my chair, a smile in the corner of my eyes: "Who knows? Maybe he's just envious."

The seedling swayed proudly on the table. I glanced at it and muttered softly:

"Don't be so ostentatious, you little troublemaker."