None of these quenched the hunger for knowledge he had. But the city of Jambel was also known for another reason, the Six Ring School. It was actually a sect formed by six ancient manipulators, who accepted people from the empire to deepen their knowledge of the mysteries of mana manipulation.
The knowledge accumulated over hundreds of years in this sect held a weight in Nicola's heart, they had no race restrictions to accept students as long as they passed the test, but he knew that teachers and students would not be very comfortable with the idea of having a half-demon beside them in the classroom.
However, he planned to use the place as a lever to increase his power and knowledge, in exchange for carrying out some sporadic missions he thought would be worth it. Being part of a sect would not lose your classification as a mercenary, but identification as part of a sect would make some doors open and others close for him.
There were two or three sects like the Six Ring School within the empire and each of them had allies and enemies, that is, by taking one side of the scale he would become an enemy of other organizations.
A tired sigh came out of Nicola's mouth as he thought about his options, he was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice anyone approaching him.
"Hello Nicola, can we talk?" She asked.
The woman wore combat clothing without armor, the tight fabric clearly marked the curves of her body and highlighted the pair of breasts that bulged through the neckline, the brown hair was tied in a bun and behind the glasses was a pair of green eyes that looked at Nicola with some curiosity.
The woman didn't seem to be much older than Nicola, at most she would be twenty, he thought. She got close enough to him that he had to take a few steps back and face her.
"I'm sorry to be rude, but who are you?" Nico asked immediately, it was not common for him to let other people approach him so easily, but even with his enhanced senses he couldn't feel her approaching, which left him on alert against her.