The Transmigrated Professor

Chapter 76: The Love for Pillows

Mike, Ryu, and Yuna stared mesmerizingly at the swirling cloud of golden dust.

"Eyes away from the Bead, boys. Wouldn't want you guys to get caught under some spell." Ray announced, covering the marble with a handkerchief.

Entering behind him was Father Jacob.

"Had a fun outing, Father?" Mike asked his guardian, his eyes sparkling with expectation.

"I am sure it was nothing as exciting as what you guys did in the Dungeon." Jacob replied with a light smile, knowing full well that Mike wanted to boast about his trip to Dungeon.

"Father Jacob, you will not believe what we saw in that Dungeon. There were these huge moths...like this big...and they looked so amazing...At one point, I was getting chased by these bulls, and I was like一Dudes, do I look like a blade of grass to you...And Ryder and Rohan, those guys absolutely killed it一at one point they were sleeping, and then they were fighting in their dream一They were sleep-fighting..."

Ray was not so sure that was what sleep-fighting meant, but he moved on.

"Don't forget to breathe, Mike." He advised as he turned to the others.

"Ryder, if you've already had your dinner, could you please come to my room? I need to talk to you. Jacob, you too!" Ray called out to the old priest, who looked ready to cross over to the afterlife after listening to Mike's prattling.

"Sure, I will be right there." Jacob gave him a brief smile of gratitude, small enough that Mike didn't catch on to it. "I am sorry, Mike. Ray needs me right now. How about I listen to you later?"

He softly tried to calm the hyperactive boy.

"Sure! I will tell you the rest at night."

"I was actually thinking, maybe next week..." Jacob tried to delay the imminent death of ears, but Mike was no longer listening to him.

He and his Spirits were back to staring at the Skill Bead.

"The rest of you, either go to bed or read one of the books on Mana Applications that I gave you yesterday. You guys waste a lot of mana whenever you attack." Giving a final instruction, Ryder and Jacob followed Ray to the room he was temporarily using as his office-slash-bedroom.

The room was pretty simple, with just an L-shaped modular desk you can find in any corporate office. A single bed was pushed against the wall at the opposite end of the room, with four pillows haphazardly sprawled across the sheets. Jacob glanced at the bed before looking at Ray with a suspicious side-eye. "What? I love pillows!" Ray replied defensively in a hurry.

"I mean, that wasn't what I was focused on, but good for you." Jacob said, smiling like an understanding grandfather. "Still, it would be a good example for the kids if you made your bed in the morning."

Ray quickly raised his hand to stop the priest. "I am a perfectly happy bachelor. Please don't ruin that for me."

"Alright!" Jacob replied.

Ryder and Jacob took their seats on the visitor's side of the desk, while Ray sat on the receiver's end.

"Ryder, while I was visiting the Den, I came across some...concerning news. Jacob, would you mind sharing what you heard?"

Jacob turned to Ryder with concerned eyes. "It seems your grandfather is furious at the stunt you have pulled. He has already assigned agents to look for you. I am pretty sure we will have an official on Wolfsbane by tomorrow looking for you."

Ryder stood up in exasperation. "W-What? Tomorrow? That's so soon! And how do we even know if the information you got is accurate? Mercenaries will say anything for money."