The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing

After Arthur bounded away, An Su sincerely felt happy for him.

You should know that Arthur Sunny possessed the majestic title of "Painful Falcon"; in the Painful Dry School, he showcased his falcon everywhere to create psychological pressure on the surrounding cultists. Today was the day Arthur's falcon soared, and naturally, An Su was happy for his brother.

Harboring the purest and kindest blessings, An Su turned his friendly gaze to another good brother.

"His Excellency Merlin once believed that appropriate urination helps the circulation of magic power within the body, lowers body temperature, and accelerates the speed of casting magic."

At this moment, Lister was being interviewed by reporters.

Facing numerous questions from the reporters, he responded with a confident smile, his every move brimming with the etiquette and elegance of nobility.

"I am also quite familiar with His Excellency Merlin," Lister calmly adjusted his glasses, recounting the great deeds of His Excellency Merlin to the reporters, "When I saw him yesterday, he was facing the biting cold wind and urinating."

"Urination also lowers body temperature and is beneficial for increasing a sorcerer's casting speed. Therefore, His Excellency Merlin does so. I would recommend that sorcerers empty themselves before casting magic..."

It made a lot of sense.

The reporters from Entertainment Weekly hurriedly jotted it down in their notebooks, their expressions excited and elated, knowing they had uncovered a scoop.

Journalism students didn't care whether what Lister said was true or not; the truth was for judges to worry about. This story was sure to be hot, with guaranteed newspaper sales and a certain creation of a huge wave.

The enigmatic image of His Excellency the Archmage began to crystallize among the many reporters.

The radiant leader with a Mediterranean haircut, not wearing trousers, always emptying the liquids inside his body wherever and whenever...

All this was to dissipate heat, lower body temperature, and thus improve the speed of spellcasting.

As expected from the legendary Magic God Merlin, he was so unconventional and unorthodox, so mysterious and charming. Many fervent fans of the Archmage nodding in admiration and agreeing, each expressing their intent to try it out themselves next time.

Even the officials from the Magic Association didn't voice any objections; they thought there was absolutely nothing wrong.

After all, it was Merlin, nothing he did would surprise them.

Because to date, none of the guesses and rumors about His Excellency Merlin had been more outlandish than the man himself.

Like changing the exam papers on the fly, causing the entire nation's examinees to perish – that's definitely not something any human could accomplish.

The reporters got the answers they wanted.

After Lister finished his interview with the reporters, his eyes suddenly sharpened and he spotted An Su far away, revealing an elegant smile.

He promptly walked towards An Su. As a noble, modest and low-key, Lister never had the lowly desire to show off; he simply greeted An Su very naturally, and mentioned off-handedly,

"Brother Su, how did you know that I just received a three-day reward for the divine second circuit?"

Who asked you... An Su too smiled, also very naturally and offhandedly replying, "Congratulations, but I heard that Arthur received a reward for a whole week."

What?

Lister's face showed shock, feeling deeply betrayed. Everyone had clearly agreed to share and share alike, so how come Arthur got so much more than him? That just wasn't how the world worked. He hurriedly inquired about the details from An Su.

He felt deceived.

"At first it seemed like only a day, but Brother Arthur said it was seven days." An Su answered honestly, without a single lie.

That was it.

If even Arthur with his dull brain could multiply it by seven, then surely he could do better.

Lister understood; he'd been charmed and dismissed by Merlin.

He immediately contacted His Excellency Merlin's soul communication, Lister was determined to fight for his legitimate rights.

"Your Excellency Merlin, hello, I have a matter to consult with you..." Lister spoke respectfully.@@novelbin@@

"Chin up!" An Su gave Lister an encouraging thumbs-up, straightening out the creases on his jacket, "Brother Lister, we are nobles out of the frontier, let's not lose our dignity!"

"Of course." Lister pushed up his glasses calmly, he snorted coolly, radiating the confidence of a borderlander, and began to argue for his due treatment with His Excellency Merlin, a nobleman's dignity inviolable and immune to insult.

"Why does Brother Arthur get a week and I only get three days?"

"Are you looking down on me?"

Lister's words were proud and neither humble nor arrogant; for a noble, the specific nature of the reward was a secondary concern, but it absolutely couldn't be lesser than that of his own brother, otherwise it would be a contempt for the dignity of the eldest son of the moon.

"..."

His righteous declaration left Merlin on the other end of the Magic Communication speechless with astonishment.

Merlin had never seen anyone argue about their punishment as an eunuch...

Is he worried that a shorter punishment would be embarrassing to announce?

In this crazy age, is even becoming a eunuch competitive?

Lister's imposing manner rather embarrassed Merlin. He tentatively asked, "And what would your expectation be...?"

"Given the contributions I've made, it should start at two weeks at least," Lister said, standing akimbo, proudly.

This was self-sentencing... Merlin held his forehead; Lister was the most melodramatic juvenile delinquent he had ever encountered.