Turns out class was interesting. I was learning so much about the new world I came into. Some of it was like every other fantasy novel.
Every living thing has a fixed amount of mana at birth; you can expand it to some degree through training and practice.
But just like you have a genetic limit for muscles, you have a limit for mana as well. It’s directly proportional to your biological limits.
Of course, that doesn’t stop humans from experimenting and finding alternatives, even if there is a clear path for achieving mana.
"You can ask gods or other supernatural beings to bless you with more mana. But you have to show utmost devotion and be worthy of it."
The professor explained it in a way that showed how much he loves this magical world. He is the one teacher who didn’t look at me like just another gutter rat.
He found it intriguing how we managed to get past the barrier. Obviously he didn’t ask so he could peek in the women’s bathroom. I doubt he even cares about women.
With a loose suit, dark circles, and messy hair, he is not trying to get a woman.
"Although there are many gods and supernatural beings to pray to, good and bad, the chances of getting an answer are very low."
Chances are low, huh? I was thinking of trying it, but it’s ass.
"You may ask how rare? How difficult is it? The exact numbers are beyond me. Honestly, I don’t know. You tell me: there is someone in this university whose prayers got answered."
"Ooo, who is it? I wanna know, professor."
Well, the professor does know how to spark curiosity among students, even though they are royal brats. Now, who might this special one be?
"It’s Sister Maren, of course. She prayed for knowledge and mana. That’s how she became Rank Z."
"Does she have more mana than Saelith? I mean, an elf?"
I guess these royal brats aren’t so useless after all. They are asking the question for me.
"Aha, the answer is no. She’s a nun, she may have traded higher mana capacity for knowledge. Just as I told you, ask her. I would love to hear it as well."
The students were disappointed, but I know what he did. Sister Maren most likely never opened up about her powers, and he wants an answer, so he’s using us as a catalyst.
The rest of class was about the distribution and implications of mana. Inside every living being there is a mana core, connected to your soul.
You have to draw out the mana by relaxing your body and focusing on the flow of the mana. You can pretty much do anything.
Enhance your physical strength, cast spells using elements, cast illusions if your brain is creative.
Obviously I learned everything one by one. And I have a system for that. Time to earn some Casllay.
When classes were over, me and Lior looked at each other, and without saying anything else, we communicated.
It was my first time going outside the university. We took horses, and I found out that I can actually ride one. It’s probably muscle memory from Elias.
The outside was pretty, long plains and fields shining under the sun. Far off, we could see some towns and small huts.
In about half an hour we reached a town that looked too lively. Food stalls, street performers, merchants, crowds buying goods, less decorated but cute houses.
We tied our horses and entered the town.
"Don’t talk to anyone and follow me."
Lior said, and I followed the instructions. We went deep into the town, to a point where the paths were questionably narrow.
Then we arrived at the brothel. Lior didn’t even have to tell me we’d arrived. I smelled the strong, lingering perfume a few houses ago.
The brothel didn’t look any different from the other houses from outside. A young woman opened the door for us.
"Whh—"
Every damn thing smells strong as fuck. It could give you a headache. It was pretty quiet and dark, even though they had red lanterns.
In front of us was a hallway, and to the side was a counter with another pretty woman with huge breasts, her dress sparkly and complementing her cleavage.
She smiled at us as we approached the counter.
"How’s it going, Rei? Having trouble sleeping without me?"
The lady giggled, cupping her cheek, and it didn’t look like the look you give every other customer. I’m guessing Lior is pretty regular here if he can flirt like that.
That’s a relief, in a way.
"Oh yes, I’ve been getting nightmares. I was stuck inside a wine barrel. I’m not even fat. And then the wine made my clothes wet! It was so disgusting."
"Ohhh yes, sounds like a really scary nightmare. What happened next? How did you get rid of the wine on you?"
Lior doesn’t realize he is making a horndog face right now.
"You are forgetting me, Lior. Remember why we came here."
They both looked at my face and came back to reality. Then Lior tightened his pants and got to business.
"Right. This is my friend, Elias. He is looking for a girl to sleep with."
"Actually, no. I’m interested in slaves, if you have them. If not, is it possible to buy a girl out from the brothel?"
The lady was shocked, but not that much. Lior crossed his arms and posed like some philosopher, acting like he understood the psychology behind my words.
"Well, we have slaves, but they are ill-mannered and most of them are wild beasts. I would suggest buying a girl out. We do have fresh ones. Special offer, just for you, since you’re a friend of Lior’s."
The counter lady explained, and my brain was processing her words very slowly because of her chest. How are they shaped like that? Should I really try a session with a brothel girl?
Then my brain finished processing and my thoughts shifted. I have two options: one, get a wild beast girl, or two, get a fresh brothel girl.
If I tame a wild girl, that would be more beneficial, but then again, she said a fresh girl. That could mean virgin. I shouldn’t hope for one, actually.