Revive Rome: Wait! Why not make the empress fall in love with me first?
Chapter 133 - 37: Find You a Teacher

Chapter 133: Chapter 37: Find You a Teacher

"Mia, how come you’re here?" Aske asked in surprise.

"I came to join the competition," Mia replied matter-of-factly. "With all of you dragged away by the Spartans, I got bored staying in the room alone, so I came out to have some fun."

"Did you just kill someone?" Aske inquired.

"Took out more than a dozen who had it coming. So what do you think? I’m pretty incredible, huh..." Mia was saying when she suddenly realized something, "Are you the Sniper who comes after me when my Slaughter Value hits 10?"

"Yeah," said Aske.

"You were actually thinking of coming after me!" Mia pounced like a little wild cat, grabbing his neck and shaking him.

"Blah blah blah! What do you mean ’coming after me’? Don’t talk like Medea!" Aske put her down. "I didn’t know the target was you."

"I don’t care, you have to compensate me!" Mia demanded aggressively, showing her little fangs. "I nearly thought you were here to kill me! You almost scared me to death!"

"What compensation do you want when you haven’t lost anything?" said Aske, caught between laughter and tears. "Maybe I could find you a teacher?"

"A teacher?" Mia paused, then turned to look at Rasul standing behind Aske.

Rasul: ???

"You want me to be her teacher?" Rasul burst out laughing in disbelief. "Have you forgotten who I am?"

Hey, I’m a top assassin instructor of the Assassin Sect! Someone who kills without blinking an eye!

"I see you’re pretty bored too, Rasul. Why not try to help me train a newcomer?" Aske said with a smile. "Of course, only within this Dream."

In the Dream, one doesn’t get hurt, and even if killed, you’re just sent out, so the brutal training methods of the Assassin Organization can be freely used here.

Rasul’s eyes lit up, immediately thinking of the practicability of using the Dream to train assassins.

Hmm, once out of here, I’ll see if I can expand and develop a Transcendent from the Dream School.

"My training isn’t free," Rasul said, implying his own uniqueness.

"What do you want?" asked Aske.

What do I want? Rasul was momentarily taken aback.

Money? He didn’t lack it. Magic Potion? The Assassin Organization had plenty of resources. Women? His tastes were quite unique, and the objects of his fancy were everywhere.

As the highest instructor of the Assassin Organization, Rasul had long passed the stage of striving for any particular goal; he was now fully enjoying life, playing the game of living.

Even the idea of befriending Aske and trying to draw him into the Assassin Organization was only because "this guy is pretty good," like a mobile game player collecting characters for a compendium.

Seeing Rasul stunned, Aske struck while the iron was hot:

"If you don’t want to teach her, then I can do the teaching just as well. After all, I’ve mastered Assassin Instant Step and Reflex Charge, my skill and strength are hardly inferior to yours."

Rasul sneered. With his intelligence, how could he not hear that Aske was goading him? Just when he was about to retort with some sarcasm, Mia spoke disdainfully:

"I don’t want him to teach me! He looks sleazy, and he’s as skinny as a monkey. I’m afraid I might knock him over with one strike."

Aske broke out in a cold sweat upon hearing this. This guy was the youngest assassin instructor of the modern Assassin Sect! A Level 20 Extraordinary Strongman, one step away from entering the threshold of Demigod!

And you’re comparing him to a monkey?

Rasul was stunned, then flew into a rage once he realized.

Because he perceived that Mia’s comment was sincere and spontaneous. He, a super genius assassin from the Assassin Sect that appears once in a millennium, was being looked down upon by an ignorant young girl?

"Heh, hehehe," Rasul’s eyes twitched as he could only sneer, "Come to think of it, I don’t really lack anything. It’s just that the frail-looking girl in your team might not be able to keep up with my high-standard training requirements."

"I don’t need your training anyway! Nah nah nah..." Mia stuck out her tongue at him.

Aske listened and felt a cold shiver run down his spine. Although, as far as he knew, Rasul was unlikely to get angry at such a little girl, wasn’t it too abrupt to just spray someone in the face like this?

Seeing veins nearly popping out on Rasul’s forehead, he quickly held Mia’s head and pacified her with the head-petting technique, while he said to Rasul:

"It’s okay, her mouth might be a bit foul, but her attitude towards training is nothing less than meticulous. She won’t be worse than your assassin recruits."

"Who has a foul mouth!" Mia became even more outraged and bit down on the leather armor on the back of his hand.

"That’s good, otherwise it would be a waste of my time," Rasul arrogantly said. "Come here."

Mia still clung onto his leather armor with her teeth, like an angry little she-wolf. Aske had to whisper in her ear:

"This guy is really tough."

"Is that so?" Mia squeezed a few words through her teeth, somewhat intrigued.

Since it was Aske’s evaluation, perhaps this guy really did have some skills?

"His training and guidance are quite rare," Aske continued to encourage her, "If you learn what he teaches you, your strength could climb to the next level."

Mia was immediately tempted.

In reality, she was somewhat dissatisfied with her current situation in the team.

Physical output roles like Eleanor, Sigrdrifa, and Peggy not only received special attention from Aske during training but also stood out in the recent battles against the Spartans.

As for Magic Output roles like Medea and Thira, even though they didn’t perform much in regular training, they too could shine brightly on the battlefield with their powerful Extraordinary Magic.

The awkward ones were her and Nora. Although the latter, as a Healer, spent most of her time just floating around, at crucial moments she became an indispensable lifesaver for the team.

As for herself, a Thief and Scout, she only played a role in scouting at the start of battles and distracting opponents with her Shadow Ability. She couldn’t compete in direct output and lacked the long-range attack methods someone like Miel had, which made her situation quite embarrassing.

If she could transition to an assassin role, able to both scout and output, wouldn’t her status in the team soar?

Mia was very tempted but also hesitated. She leaned into Aske’s ear and whispered:

"Aske, do you trust this guy? What if he has ulterior motives towards me?"

Aske hadn’t even answered when Rasul across from them already jumped up:

"I have ulterior motives towards you? What a joke! Your flat-chested body, arms and legs as thin as oars, should I entertain any thoughts about you? A sheep’s behind is more attractive than you!"

"I was actually considering that if you could learn the most basic techniques, I might offer you an external position in the Assassin Sect. Now it seems that whether you can withstand my training at all is the question!"

Upon hearing this, Mia flew into a sudden rage:

"What is your training, skipping rope? Aske’s training is a hundred times harsher than yours!"

"You wouldn’t dare." Rasul said contemptuously.

"Why wouldn’t I dare!" No sooner had Mia uttered these words than she regretted them.

Because Rasul immediately revealed a smug, sinister smile, while Aske couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

"Although I believe you must be professional, Rasul..." Aske said helplessly, "don’t leave her with mental trauma, okay?"

"Of course," Rasul haughtily replied, "Who do you think I am? In the field of training assassins, no one is more professional than I am."

"Well then, I’ll get back to work," Aske patted Mia’s head as a sign of encouragement, "I’ll come check on your progress later."