Originally, Bexia thought that Bor would ask her a lot of questions. But in reality, he kept Bexia and asked her all night about her insights on magic. This completely confused him, wondering if all important figures played like this?

If Bexia wasn't tired and yawning, Bor would probably keep asking. Despite being much older than Bexia, he still looked energetic when he left.

After another sleepless night, Bexia returned to the reception early in the morning with dark circles under her eyes. As soon as she entered her room, she lay on the bed, only to be startled by a naked girl next to her.

"Wow! Why are you here, Kriss?"

"As the owner's weapon, is there a need for a reason to serve you?" Kriss replied matter-of-factly.

"Can you please put some clothes on?! How can I sleep like this?" Bexia cried helplessly. The thought process of a weapon girl was completely different from that of an ordinary person. There was no point in saying that, but if he gave her a direct order, she would certainly obey. However, he didn't like commanding her in that way.

"Did I cause trouble for the master? Kriss should just maintain her weapon form from now on," Kriss said sadly.

Seeing Kriss looking sad and forlorn, Bexia felt pity for her. He remembered the loneliness he had felt from Kriss back in the guild. He couldn't help but reach out and pat her head, saying, "It's not your fault, but from now on, could you at least not be naked, Kriss?"

"Uh huh!" Kriss nodded, and particles of light condensed into a pure white nightgown on her body. She happily threw herself into Bexia's arms.

"Master is so good!"

"Well..." Bexia was speechless. Then, he quickly fell asleep due to exhaustion. Although he wanted Kriss to stop sleeping with him, he didn't know how to respond to her answer.

"As a weapon, I should be by the master's side all the time, without leaving for even a moment. Only then can I be used by the master at any time!"

Bexia could only sigh helplessly, thinking that he would slowly teach Kriss later. For now, he couldn't change the mindset of Kriss, who used to be a weapon.

"Whew! The master falls asleep so quickly." Kriss lay beside Bexia, propped up on her elbow as she watched him sleep. With her other hand, she twirled her platinum hair, and with an adorable pout, she said, "What is this thing, and why did it turn out like this?"

Kriss gently touched her forehead, and a silver gem slowly appeared. At the same time, a silver collar appeared around her white neck, with an illusory chain entwined around Bexia's hand.

The scene was similar to the preferences of some sadistic individuals, but Bexia had no idea about it. However, Kriss could deeply feel it. This seemingly fragile chain completely bound her soul, life, and even thoughts. As long as Bexia had a thought, she couldn't refuse it and had to follow it.

Fortunately, Bexia wasn't the kind of bad owner who casually played around with her. Kriss could feel his care for her, so she felt happy. Although she was a weapon, her previous owner had only given her endless bloodshed and battles during the endless ages. It was completely different from the feelings her current owner gave her, making her no longer a cold weapon.

Perhaps this was against the original purpose of being a weapon, but Kriss felt that she could be a bit greedy. Who said a weapon couldn't be happy? Kriss wanted to change that!

"My master! Kriss will shine her blade only for you, even if it means destruction..."

At this moment, it was the first theoretical class, and Bexia walked into the classroom with a stiff scalp. Despite trying to persuade her, Chrissie still insisted on sticking by his side. The professor who was giving the lecture pushed his glasses and looked back and forth between Bexia and Chrissie for a long time before hesitating and saying, "Bexia, my student, the dean of my college sent someone to look for you just now, you should go quickly!"

So Bexia, who hadn't entered the classroom yet, came out again, and as soon as he left, the whole classroom exploded with discussions about Chrissie. After all, beautiful girls are always popular wherever they go, especially among some single guys.

The dean, Bolta, had already contacted him before, so there was no other feeling. It just happened that he could also talk to him about the matter of skipping class, after all, it was not intentional on his part.

"Report!"

"Come in!" Bolta's response came from inside the door. Bexia pushed open the door and found his mentor, Rose, and another middle-aged man with glasses standing in front of Bolta. Looking at the logo on their clothes, this middle-aged man was also a teacher at the Asman College.

"You should go back first!" Upon seeing Bexia enter, Bolta said to the two of them.

"Yes, Dean!"

Rose and the middle-aged man glanced at Chrissie standing behind Bexia at the same time, but this weapon girl glared back at them dissatisfied.

"Please sit! It's the same as last time, no need to be restrained, there's no one else here now anyway!"

"Okay!" After all, Bexia had already met Bolta once, so this time it was much better than last time.

"This beautiful young lady must be Chrissie, right?" Bolta looked at Chrissie standing behind Bexia and asked.

"Yes!" Bexia nodded and introduced Bolta to Chrissie.

"This is the dean of the college, Bolta, and also the grandfather of Ophelia. It is said that he is a very powerful elementalist!"

"It's not bad at least! It is considered average compared to the magical talent of the elves!" Chrissie's response stunned Bexia. What kind of tactic is this? Chrissie, why are you evaluating Dean Bolta?

"Haha! Chrissie is right. Human magical talent is indeed average compared to the elves!" Bolta naturally wanted to know Chrissie's background. As a weapon of the Elf King, his vision naturally had to be higher than that of humans. Being able to receive a "not bad at least" comment was still because of Bexia's face. Otherwise, Chrissie wouldn't even bother to acknowledge Bolta.

"I wonder what the dean wants to see me for?" Bexia immediately changed the topic. Otherwise, if they continued talking, he might offend the dean. At the same time, he signaled Chrissie with his eyes to not speak anymore.

"Haha~! I am a bit tired. See you later, Master." A burst of light flashed, and Chrissie transformed into a weapon mark on the back of Bexia's hand.

"I came here mainly for two things. The first is to reward you for solving the problem with my incompetent nephew and grandchild!"