Chapter 359 Hector chases the prince in the snow
On the day of the interview, the atmosphere in the examination room at the border of Xuebang was more tense than during the written examination.
Dozens of soundproof tents blessed by magic are like white hills, neatly arranged on the snowfield.
Thousands of candidates who have passed the written examination are lining up in a long line outside the tent, waiting with anxiety for the moment that will determine their final fate.
Just when everyone thought that today's interview would be conducted step by step by ordinary tutors from Xuebang, a powerful and suffocating magic wave suddenly fell from the sky.
The apprentices and teaching assistants standing in the camp had their eyes widened, and they could hardly believe their eyes!
「He, Professor Hector?!」
"Why is he here?!"
Professor Hector Lane from the Tower of the Great Sage actually rushed to the interview site from the hinterland of the academy in person!
Does this old man also need some fresh blood? !
All the apprentices and even the teaching assistants had expressions of envy on their faces. In addition to being frightened, they all bowed to the distinguished magician.
I don’t know which genius is responsible for bringing this big shot who is usually invisible to the public to visit in person.
No——
It’s not that I don’t know.
They heard that a full-scoring test paper came out of the examination room, and it received full marks at the same time from the three teaching assistants who were responsible for correcting the paper.
I think this boss is here just for this lucky guy!
Just when everyone was envious and jealous, they soon discovered that everything was just the beginning.
As soon as Professor Hector's front feet arrived, a burst of soft white light filled the space behind him, and Professor Boris Crewe of the Holy Energy School slowly walked out of it.
At the same time, arcs flashed in the air on the other side, tearing a crack out of thin air!
Professor Leo Sterling from the Elemental School also came to the scene in person through the teleportation array of the Mage Tower with a playful smile.
Three top professors who usually only exist in legends, unexpectedly gathered in a small border interview venue!
All the teaching assistants were shocked and speechless.
Usually, these big guys only show up when the exam starts. "Little things" like interviews are always the responsibility of the tutors who are short of manpower. The sun is really shining in the west today!
The three professors looked at each other tacitly, as if there were invisible electric lights flashing in the air.
Professor Leo was the first to break the silence. He smiled and said to Hector: "Hector, what a coincidence. I thought you were busy studying your 'Void Realm'. How could you have time to come here?"
Hector snorted coldly and was too lazy to answer the riddles. He said straight to the point: "We are all here for the same person. The perfect apprentice named Marco Gage. His theory perfectly fits the concept of the Tower of the Great Sage. He must be trained by us."
Professor Leo said softly without changing his smile.
"Then it all depends on his own ability."
Although he said this, he still couldn't help but murmur in his heart.
In terms of resources in the virtual realm, the Tower of Elements is not as good as the Tower of the Great Sage. He only has one card in his hand, which is to promise a good way out for the candidate.
The most important thing in the Os Empire is the Tower of Elements. After all, their "damage" is the highest and their output is the most stable.
Hope that young man comes from a poor family.
Leo prayed silently in his heart, and at the same time looked at the assistant who was standing stupidly aside and gave instructions.
"Where is Marco Gage? I... and my old friend want to talk to him."
An assistant professor named Giselle saw this and hurriedly stepped forward diligently, bowed and said: "Three professors, please wait a moment, I will send someone right away. Find that candidate!"
In the crowd in the distance, Milos, the magic apprentice in charge of this contract swap plan, heard Hector say the name "Marco Gage" himself, his brain went blank for an instant, and he was frightened out of his mind.
He is probably the only one among all the magicians present who knows exactly how much "gold content" this name holds.
Perfect score? Marco Gage? That guy? !
This...how is this possible!
It is true that he chose the test paper, but he couldn't believe it. By such a coincidence, he got the perfect score paper!
Milos' face was pale and his lips were trembling.
His eyes drifted towards his senior, but he saw that the senior was completely unaware of the seriousness of the situation and only envied the guy named Marco Gage.
Changing scrolls for apprentices is an industry with a clear division of labor. In this industry chain, everyone needs to do very limited things. For example, his senior is only responsible for covering, while he is responsible for the specific replacement of scrolls and collecting money.
No one will ask him how much he received, and he will not know how much he received, or which mage the storage ring used to collect the money belongs to.
This also means that if something happens to him, he can bite out his seniors if he dies, and as long as he or his seniors die, the matter will disappear like a cut line.
Milos realized that things were completely out of control, and he simply could not imagine the terrible end he would face when the lie was exposed.
In his despair, he could no longer care about anything else and retreated into the crowd bit by bit. He didn't even dare to pack his luggage in the camp, so he fled towards the Kingdom of Rhodes with all his strength without looking back.
Escape the limelight and still have a chance to come back low-key. If you are caught on the spot, you will be dead!
At the same time, the assistant coach named Giselle was still shouting at the top of his voice in the camp, looking for the candidate named Marco Gage.
"Candidate Marco Gage! Number 1034! Please go to the main tent for an interview immediately! Damn it! Where has this guy been!"
This great opportunity didn't come!
What are you thinking about!
Giselle was so anxious that she ran around the camp, asking everyone she met if she had seen a guy named Marco. However, the names were not written on their faces, and everyone he caught looked at a loss.
The three bosses were personally in charge, causing the pressure in the entire interview room to reach its peak in an instant.
Those candidates who are waiting for the interview are as nervous as prisoners who are about to be sent to the trial. Their legs are shaking when they enter the interview tent. They often fail to perform due to excessive nervousness without saying a few words.
The tutors responsible for the interviews were also on pins and needles, fearing that they would not appear professional enough in front of academic leaders, and even asked questions cautiously.
Time passed bit by bit in this anxious and strange atmosphere.
The interview queue is getting shorter and shorter, and one candidate after another, either ecstatic or dejected, walks out of the tent and embarks on a future that leads to a different direction.
Including Finick and others.
Unfortunately, both he and Ilara failed in the interview. On the contrary, Barrett, the "son of the blacksmith" who seemed to be the least intelligent, actually passed the examination.
The moment he learned that he was suspected of possessing bronze strength potential, he was as excited as crazy, as if a broad road had been paved in front of him.
He swore——
He would not disappoint everyone's expectations of him and become a truly powerful magician!
Although Ilara was regretful, she also had a bit of relief on her face.
If she had not seen Hekajelin's experience, she would probably regret her failure, but now she feels more calm and relieved.
Magic is not the only thing worth pursuing in this world. Maybe the window prepared by Saint Sith for her is not here.
"Speaking of which... where is Mr. Colin?" She suddenly noticed that the carriage in the camp was missing, and couldn't help but curiously asked her lost companions.
"I don't know... maybe he entered the Academy through other methods, or he may have left. I didn't see him yesterday." Fenick shook his head, upset.
From afternoon to dusk, the sun slowly sets in the west, dyeing the snow with a layer of golden red.
However, the "Marco Gage" who should have attracted the most attention and even attracted the three professors to wait for him, has not appeared for a long time.
Seeing that the sun was about to set and the last candidate had completed his interview, Hector Lane, who was sitting in the tent meditating, finally lost his composure.
His unruffled face was now as gloomy as the sky before a storm.
He once again found the assistant coach Giselle, whose back was already soaked with cold sweat.
Giselle walked into the tent tremblingly, not even daring to raise her head to look at the professor's face.
"Where are the people?" Hector's voice was not loud, but it was full of unquestionable coercion.
Professor Leo from the Elemental School and Professor Boris from the Holy Energy School did not speak, but their faces were also filled with displeasure.
It is considered a genius.
Nor should they let go of their doves.
"Professor...Professor, we have searched the entire examination room and asked the apprentices at the registration office, but we can't find this Mr. Marco Gage..." Giselle's voice was trembling, and he gradually realized that things might not be as simple as he thought.
Hector's eyes became colder, and he vaguely noticed something.
"Bring me his original answer sheet! Now!"
"Yes!!!"
Giselle screamed and rushed out of the tent.
Although all the failed papers have been destroyed, the papers that passed the written examination are important files and are still intact in the archives and have numbers.
And this scroll was lying peacefully on the top of the box, as if he knew he would come.
Without enough time to think about it, Giselle almost crawled to retrieve the legendary "Full Score Scroll" from the archives, not even daring to raise her head to look at the increasingly gloomy faces of the three professors.
In front of the three professors, Giselle slowly opened the scroll with trembling hands.
However, when the scroll was fully unfolded, he was stunned on the spot.
There is no lofty talk about virtual realm and source power in the scroll, only a limerick with crooked handwriting.
Hector saw his expression as if he had seen a ghost, and had an extremely ominous premonition in his heart, but he still ordered in a cold voice.
"I..." Giselle's lips trembled, almost crying.
"I'll let you read it!" Hector's voice rose a bit, and his pupils turned golden, exuding boundless majesty.
吉赛尔再也不敢迟疑，只能硬着头皮，用带着哭腔的、颤抖的声音，将那首不押韵的打油诗当众念了出来：
「啊，知识的囚笼，锁不Live my soul longing for freedom——"
"My heart is a hungry wolf in the wilderness, howling under the starry sky. Stupid mortals, how do you know the blood, tears and sublimity of art?"
The tent became quiet.
It was deathly silent, as if even the wind and snow outside the curtain had stopped moaning.
Professor Leo Sterling from the Elemental School was the first to not hold back and laughed.
But the next second, he forced himself back under Hector's murderous gaze, and his face turned white and red.
Professor Boris from the Sheng Neng School just closed his eyes, shook his head helplessly, and sighed deeply in his heart.
Scandal!
This is naked and the biggest admissions scandal in Xuebang in the past century!
Hector's face turned from red to white, and finally turned livid.
Even if he was not familiar with the world, he immediately understood what happened - someone replaced the genius' answer sheet with an idiot's answer sheet, and performed a shocking scam under his nose, playing everyone here on the palm of his hand——
How dare this shameful mortal deceive his noble self!
Especially when the exam just started not long ago, he said condescendingly - "Protecting one's work from being plagiarized is also part of the assessment."
Now, this sentence stuck in his chest like a boomerang.
This was like a slap in the face in front of all his colleagues!
He roared like thunder at all the assistants and apprentices outside the tent.
"Check it for me!"
"I want to get to the bottom of it!!!"
…
“Ah, the cage of knowledge cannot lock my soul that longs for freedom——”
On the mountain road leading to Longshi City, a smooth and comfortable carriage is swaying forward.
In the carriage, a young "poet" was sitting opposite Luo Yan, singing his proud work in a melodious tone.
This poet is none other than Marco Gage, the legendary apprentice with perfect scores who "sees the beginning but not the end" in the examination room.
As for why the young poet was so excited that he sang loudly, it all started when they met in a tavern near Eagle Rock Territory one day ago.
Marco Gage, this "legendary poet" was dissatisfied with the strict discipline of his father Dorian and the butler Yankov, and was even more dissatisfied with the fact that they sent him to a school to learn boring magic, so he sneaked out of the traveler camp while the butler was taking care of the relationship.
This young man, who has never had a hard life, naively thought that with his "talent", he could make enough food with just one mouth, so he neither brought any luggage nor paid a penny for transportation.
He wants to start from scratch and become a great poet respected by everyone.
However, reality soon gave him a loud slap in the face.
When Sarah found him in the corner of the tavern, the "great poet" was worrying about his lunch, trying to exchange an impromptu poem that didn't make sense for a piece of black bread in the hands of the landlady.
The landlady probably fell in love with him, but it was a pity that she was probably not attracted to his poetry or his talent, but to his cute little face.
Out of pure curiosity, Luo Yan walked over as "Mr. Colin".
He said that he was also a traveler who loved art, expressed a high degree of appreciation for Marco's "talent", and generously ordered a barbecue and ale for him.
Perhaps he was hungry, but Marco was not picky. He devoured his meal and revealed his itinerary during the meal——
He planned to go to the Holy City.
Everyone is rushing to the academy and regards that deserted and indifferent temple as a holy place, but he is not like this. He wants to make a pilgrimage to the real holy place!
Of course, Luo Yan said the next sentence "What a coincidence", and then said that he happened to be going to the south and might pass by Longshi City.
out of love for talent, he warmly invited the down-and-out poet to sit in his carriage and expressed his willingness to give him a ride.
At this moment, sitting in a warm and comfortable carriage, Marco Gage was completely impressed by this generous Mr. Colin who also knew how to appreciate "art".
Him greatly encouraged, he not only regarded Mr. Colin as a close friend, but also shared his "glorious deeds" with the latter in a flamboyant tone.
"Sir, you don't know how hypocritical that school is! Those guys who call themselves great mages waved their hands, and with a bang, a stone tablet as high as a mountain popped up out of the ground! But they would rather let tens of thousands of us poor people freeze like dogs in the wind and snow, and dogs bite dogs in the snow fields, than wave their hands and dig a cave out for us to avoid the snow!"
“You say they don’t have this ability? No! They have it! They can even build ten thousand mage towers, letting everyone who yearns for them try to see if they are the right one, but they just don’t do it on purpose. They want to force us to write those nonsense things in the freezing cold! Pass that obedience test.”
“And those exam questions! They’re even more ridiculous! Put the human soul on the scale and weigh it like gold coins. How can a group of guys who don’t care about the soul talk about the shape of the soul? I advise them to hurry up and put that big "virtual realm" Close the door, don't wait for the people on the other side to see what a bunch of ugly things are peeking at you. Really, I'm ashamed of them!" He took a breath, changed the subject, and began to mock his hometown again.
"Of course, Xuebang is not a good thing, and the Kingdom of Rhodes is the same! Every knight is cursing Xuebang for stealing the young man from his territory, but no knight is willing to look in the mirror and see what kind of virtue he is. Are the farmers too cunning? Are the citizens too greedy? No! It's the nobles! Those sanctimonious people with the most despicable desires!"
"They turned the women of the kingdom into prostitutes. Some wore sheepskins to sell their butts, and some dressed in well-dressed clothes to pretend they were not selling their butts. No one wants to listen to my poems, except you. Those whores just want to put their hands into my pockets and touch my gold coins! And the men of the kingdom have also been trained by them to become spiritual dwarves, sheep under sticks, turtles in the pond, or to lick the skin of nobles. They either lick the mage's wand or chase the gold coins with the emperor's image on them. Not only do they have extremely low self-esteem, but they also think that people should be born like maggots - like my father! "
"I admit that I don't have the ability to deal with any of them, but I still have some other abilities. So, I decided to give them a try!"
Mako's eyes flashed with confidence and he continued chattering, "I saw the stone tablet, but I didn't answer those stupid questions. I picked up the pen, and at that moment, my soul was burning and my inspiration was rushing! I wrote a poem, a war song that truly comes from my heart and resists authority!"
He was boasting and boasting, completely unaware that the other "protagonist" in his story was sitting opposite him with a smile, listening to his speech with interest.
"I guess those mages must be furious." Luo Yan said with a smile.
"That's for sure! But what does it have to do with me? I didn't want to go to that lousy place in the first place!" Marco said proudly, as if he didn't know that his family had changed the paper for him.
But there is no difference.
If the paper hadn't been exchanged, his poem probably wouldn't have had the chance to make the distinguished mage extremely angry. At most, it would have been burned as rubbish by the apprentice.
"What's next? When you've had enough fun, will you go home?" Luo Yan asked curiously.
"Go home? Play? Sir, I have to declare again, I am serious!" Marco said seriously, "My soul belongs to the Holy City, and that palace of art truly belongs to me. I will never come back again in my life. Now, I have escaped from that cage. Maybe you think I will die outside after all, but if this is the fate that Saint Sith has arranged for me, then let it come! The Holy Light will eventually take my soul to where it belongs, whether it is hell or heaven!"
"As for my father - if he thinks that as long as he makes enough money or has enough magic power, he can change the fate of the family, then let him drown in the vault with this ridiculous idea! Let me put my words here, no passenger can get off the rickety ship safely, even if he becomes a great sage himself, he can't escape his fate!"
This man is very aggressive, and he will not recognize his relatives even if he bites people.
Although the poems are generally written.
Luo Yan suddenly looked at this "hungry wolf" with admiration.
"Mr. Marco, I am very impressed with you...Your poems are full of defiance and very powerful, which are rare qualities, even in a place like the Holy City. I have no doubt that you will become a legendary...poet there."
These words greatly encouraged Ma Ke, and he couldn't help but straighten his waist a little, and he couldn't hold back the corners of his mouth with excitement.
"Have you been to the Holy City?!"
"Of course, everyone who yearns for art has been there," Luo Yan said with a smile, then suddenly changed the topic and continued: "By the way, regarding your poem, I think the shortcoming is that it does not have enough rhyme, and the idea is slightly biased."
"Deviation?" Marco asked puzzledly.
Luo Yan did not answer directly, but asked in a seductive way: "Is what is binding you really a cage of 'knowledge'? Why not try changing the word 'knowledge' in the poem to 'class'."
He looked at Marco's blank face, and his voice seemed to have a magical power that penetrated people's hearts.
“You were born into a wealthy businessman’s family and live a comfortable life, but you are despised by the declining hereditary nobles. You yearn for the art of freedom, but you are forced by your family to study in a country in exchange for a magic wand. Isn’t what really locks your soul this set of prisons that you cannot overcome or escape from?”
"We all know that this has nothing to do with knowledge. Even...it is precisely because of class barriers that real knowledge cannot be transmitted freely," Luo Yan's eyes were profound, "And the most important thing is that you should not push those who pursue knowledge into your own hands. Go to the opposite side. You should unite those who are eager for change and stand with the remaining softness in their hearts.”
These words were like a thunder and a ray of holy light that pierced the darkness, instantly hitting the softest part of Marco’s heart.
"Sir!" Marco excitedly grabbed Mr. Colin's hand, his voice trembling with excitement, "You...your words really spoke to my heart!"
Luo Yan smiled, withdrew his hand without leaving a trace, and waved it gently to indicate that he didn't need to care. Then, he took out a letter that he had prepared.
"Since you are going to the Holy City, please deliver a letter for me." He handed the letter to Marco and said softly, "Give it to a knight named Dantès. He will introduce you to where you should go, sponsor your dreams, and help you become a real poet."
"Thank you, sir! You are such a good man!"
Marco solemnly kept the letter close to his body.
He looked at the warm and intelligent "Mr. Colin" in front of him, and his heart was full of gratitude, but he couldn't help but ask doubtfully.
"Sir, aren't you going to the south? Aren't you going to pass by the Holy City?"
Luo Yan smiled and shook his head, finding a perfect excuse for their separation: "No, actually I won't go that far. I just appreciate your talent, so I gave you a ride and took you away from that place of right and wrong... As for me, the person who came to pick me up is about to arrive."
A dozen griffons were heading in his direction at high speed. Although Xuebang and the Kingdom of Rhodes were both part of the empire, there was still a nominal border between them.
It can be seen that they are really anxious.
At this point, Luo Yan changed the subject, took out a small but heavy money bag from his side, and handed it to Ma Ke.
"In addition, there are thirty silver coins here, just think of it as your reward for chatting with me for so long and relieving my boredom."
"No, no, no! Sir, I absolutely cannot accept this!" Marco waved his hands repeatedly as if he had been burned. "It's my honor to talk to a gentleman like you! How can I accept any more money from you?"
In his view, Mr. Colin is his soulmate and his boss. Their communication is a collision of souls and a pure artistic discussion that must not be tainted by money.
What he hates most in his life is money!
However, Luo Yan still insisted on putting the purse containing thirty silver coins into his hand.
The money bag contained all the rewards he received from Fenik after defeating Hekajelin the Green Fang.
Using the pension of one "poor person" to fund the dream of another "poor person" is a fair transaction.
"Take it," Luo Yan's tone was unquestionable, but with a hint of gentle encouragement, "A true poet should not be trapped by financial difficulties in the pursuit of art, just think that what I sponsor is your dream."
The carriage slowly stopped in front of the next stop hotel.
Ma Ke clutched the heavy bag of silver coins and the meaningful letter tightly. When he got out of the car, he solemnly bowed deeply to Luo Yan.
"Sir, don't worry! From today on, I will hone my art on the journey and earn the remaining travel expenses on my own! I will never let down your expectations!
"Go."
Luo Yan smiled and nodded to him, watching the promising young "poet" disappear on the road to the Holy City, and then turned back to the carriage.
The carriage is back on the road.
Looking at Marco's back disappearing at the door of the hotel, Sarah, who had been silent, finally couldn't help but speak.
"Your Highness," she said with a hint of confusion in her voice, "Why didn't you kill him? It was obviously him who caused you to fail in the exam."
In her simple understanding, an offense against the Demon King should naturally be repaid with death, which is why she found this guy.
Luo Yan smiled, opened the unfinished book, and asked casually: "Sarah, do you think I need that paper?"
He never thought about killing anyone, at most he just thought about whether to hand the young man to Xue Bang.
Sarah was stunned for a moment and shook her head slightly.
Obviously, scores are meaningless to the devil. A king does not need to be scored by anyone.
"Let's continue reading, we will return to the Holy City anyway, but I think that young man will become a chess piece that can surprise me."
He is a human being in hell, but he has no obligation to help the empire cut off excess branches from the trunk.
On the contrary, he wants this promising soul to float to where he should go, shine and take root there.
This is what the devil should do.
The carriage continued to move forward on the mountain road for a while, and suddenly several griffin calls were heard in the sky.
Several griffons swooped down from the clouds, their wings whipped up by the strong wind, and landed steadily on the mountain road ahead.
Sitting on the back of the griffin was the assistant coach Giselle.
He recognized this gorgeous carriage that was incompatible with the surrounding environment at a glance. An apprentice had seen it in the camp before!
Giselle jumped off the gryphon and rushed up almost rolling on the ground. Regardless of the mud and snow on the ground, she knelt down directly in front of Luo Yan's carriage and confessed in a voice that was extremely frightened.
"Mr. Roxey Colin... I am the teaching assistant of Xuebang, Giselle! I'm sorry, I'm really sorry! There were some serious omissions in our work, so your scroll... accidentally... did not enter the correct program! Your distinguished name should have appeared on the stone tablet!"
He repented and begged for forgiveness, pressing his forehead against the cold ground, not daring to raise it at all.
The curtain of the carriage was gently opened, and Luo Yan stepped out of the carriage.
He stepped forward and personally helped the frightened assistant coach up from the snow, with the same gentle smile on his face as always.
"Please get up, Mr. Teaching Assistant." His voice was as calm as a clear spring in the mountains, soothing the panic in Giselle's heart. "It seems that there are some unpleasant misunderstandings between us. Can you tell me? What exactly happened?"
He asked knowingly.
Giselle hesitated and hesitated, looking at this distinguished gentleman and not knowing where to start, let alone whether she should tell him about Xuebang's scandal.
Xuebang has found the real number of the scroll that was switched overnight, and also found the real owner of the "full score answer sheet" through the registration information - but no one expected that the answerer turned out to be Prince Colin from the Holy City!
There are many princes in the empire, but I heard that His Highness is no ordinary prince. He has good relations with many prominent families. It is said that he also has a vast fiefdom in a distant world.
Although I don’t know why he ignored the targeted recruitment channel and insisted on taking the apprenticeship examination in a humble manner, he obviously carried a letter of recommendation from Count Hilfen.
In the carriage, Tuff, who was taking a nap, finally couldn't hold it back and let out a pig-like "puff" laugh.
Even under the cover of wind and snow, the laughter is still clearly audible.
She did not laugh at the young man chasing his dream. In her opinion, the boy was stupid but not bad, and he was also a person who was led by the nose.
However, when she saw the evil demon king and the mage begging for forgiveness, she couldn't help it - how could these knowledgeable guys bully the weak and be so afraid of being strong?
Just when Giselle was hesitating, not knowing how to explain this huge scandal, there was new noise in the air.
That was not the cry of a gryphon, but the more ethereal sound of a horse neighing.
Everyone looked up and saw a carriage pulled by four white Pegasus with wings and wings, slowly descending from the clouds and landing on the snow not far away.
The car door opened, and Professor Hector Lane personally got out of the car.
At this moment, he had long lost the majesty and irritability he had in the examination room, and his face showed just the right amount of apology and respect.
Hurry up to Luo Yan, he first shook off the snowflakes on his body, then nodded slightly, and expressed Xuebang's apology on behalf of the "unqualified" assistant Giselle.
"Your Highness the Prince, I am Professor Hector from the Tower of the Great Sage. On behalf of the school and the Mage Tower to which I belong, I would like to welcome you... Please forgive me for missing the welcome."
Luo Yan looked at the professor in front of him whose attitude had changed 180 degrees, and smiled gently, without blaming him.
"Where, the professor is serious. I just failed the exam, you don't have to be so polite, I am a person who can afford to lose."
"The three words "can afford to lose" are like three invisible slaps, which made Hector's face burn.
He was so embarrassed that he wanted to explain that things were not like this, but he didn't know how to explain the twists and turns. He could only look at Luo Yan with an almost pleading look.
"The thing is that we made a mistake. Please... give us a chance to explain, correct and compensate you. There are many misunderstandings here. I will explain the whole matter to you personally when I get back."
Luo Yan looked at the professor's embarrassment and did not continue to embarrass him.
I think his face is already hurting enough, and if I hold on to it any longer, I will appear to be unreasonable.
But——
He still had to do some things.
"Professor Hector, I hope there is an explanation for this matter, not just about my scroll... What do you think?"
Hector's face was slightly stiff, but he thought that if the incident was reported back to the Holy City, the joke would be even bigger, so he finally nodded.
"Okay, I promise you!"
Which is the lesser of two evils, family scandal should not be made public.
In any case, this is the result that the prince wants. If he offends anyone, it is not his own trouble.
Luo Yan smiled and nodded.
"Then I'm looking forward to your results... In addition, I missed the interview, I don't know if it's too late now."
Hector gave a bitter smile.
"Your Highness, you are joking again. With your knowledge, allowing you to be an apprentice is simply an insult to you and your knowledge..."
After a pause, he continued in a sincere tone.
"I would like to hire you as the tutor of Xuebang. Not only will you have your own meditation room, laboratory and lecture hall, but you will also be able to freely borrow Xuebang's books and exchange academic results with other magicians."
· "I don't think you are here to listen to the lectures of teaching assistants who are far inferior to you... What do you think?"
· Indeed.
This is the purpose of Luo Yan's trip.
He thought for a while, smiled and nodded.
"Then I would rather be respectful than obey your orders."