In the painting classroom, the light falling beside Lanci seemed to become even more luminous, as if after a long period of overcast, the sunshine has finally arrived.
As a Radiant Demon, Lanci at this moment seems to be the real savior, his figure so dazzling.
Professor Mogut lowered his head slightly to show respect to Lanci.
The appearance of the special agents means that the academy is saved.
In this short time span, the entire classroom became quiet and solemn, with only the sound of the second hand on the clock gently ticking away.
Finally, Lanci spoke again:
"Take me to see the deputy headmaster. I will help you deal with the Blood Clan Messenger."
"Yes."
The reply from Professor Mogut was solemn and serious.
Then, his eyes narrowed slightly and turned to Hyperion,
"What about her..."
Professor Mogut felt Hyperion knew too much.
Now that the special agents are present.
They as teachers are no longer required to strictly adhere to the academy’s rules.
Everything will be prioritized towards the academy surviving this crisis with the Blood Clan Messenger.
"The Demon King has instructed me that if I discover a talented student in the school, I can take them back to the Royal City. This is also another task of mine. Do not ask more about the specifics. Rest assured, consider her as a colleague I am training,"
Lanci glanced at Hyperion and said indifferently.
"Understood."
Professor Mogut quickly nodded, slightly understanding why the special agent has been lying low for so long.
He also dared not do anything that might offend this woman.
Whether Lanci’s words regarding the "another task" are true or false, those who understand, understand. It’s not his place as a professor to question it.
"Follow me, and I will take you to convene an emergency meeting of the academy’s senior leaders."
Professor Mogut promptly walked towards the classroom door. It was crucial to take the special agent to see the vice president immediately.
"Hmmm."
Lanci crossed his hands behind his back and slightly nodded his head.
He gave off the air of a leader coming to inspect a subordinate unit.
He knew that he would not be attending the fourth class.
...
In the stone dark corridor, Bachel has anxiously been looking at the wooden door of the painting classroom.
Finally, when he heard a crisp lock sound from inside the painting classroom, his body immediately stiffened.
Looking up, he saw a familiar figure walking out of the door.
It was Lanci, as calm and composed as ever, as if what he had just completed was not a serious lesson, but a casual afternoon chat.
Professor Mogut’s gaze swept over Bachel, that invisible indifference as if substantial, made Bachel feel a deep chill.
Bachel never imagined that one day he would be so close to the senior leadership of the school.
"Great..."
Just as Bachel was about to speak and stop Lanci, a chill rose from the bottom of his heart, as if he was suddenly placed in a deep ice cave.
It was the killing intent emanating from Professor Mogut. It seemed he could not tolerate Bachel, a small fry, showing any disrespect to Lanci, even if it was just to delay their time slightly.
However, in the face of such a situation, Lanci did not show any signs of being moved. He just lightly smiled and casually lifted his hand, indicating through his actions that Professor Mogut should "not be so tense."
Then, to Bachel’s disbelief, Professor Mogut actually followed Lanci’s intent and withdrew all his hostility!
"Bachel, go on and attend the class properly, I also have things to do."
Lanci, like the end of a game, gently patted Bachel’s shoulder as he passed him, bidding him farewell.
"I..."
Bachel’s mind was spinning quickly, trying to understand yet he found it hard to accept this horrifying fact.
He knew long ago that this Radiant Demon was extraordinary, but never imagined his real identity and status to be that high, even above a senior professor!
Ding.
At the instant when Bachel did not know what to say to Lanci, he heard a crisp sound. Lanci had tossed him a Credit Coin before leaving.
Bachel quickly caught it.
"Thank you!"
Only after Lanci had disappeared down the hallway did Bachel slowly straighten up.
He secretly lowered his head, spread his palm, and looked at the Credit Coin in his hand.
There, quietly lay a Credit Coin of unfamiliar design, unlike any he had ever seen.
Its presence was as real as a dream, causing Bachel’s snake-like eyes to tremble uncontrollably, as if his blood were boiling all over.
It was a legendary 10 Credit Coin.
Bachel stood in place, transfixed, unable to quell the agitation in his heart for a long time.
Only after several dozens of seconds passed did Bachel tightly grip the 10 Credit Coin.
"I also want... want to become a powerful creature that can control other demons..."
His voice was hoarse, as if a long-hidden desire deep in his heart had been irresistibly stirred up.
...
Half an hour later.
At the Ichrite Academy in the deep night, Jera Memorial Square was glowing with a soft white light.
The time on the clock tower was already half past midnight.
But this time did not make the square quiet.
On the contrary, it was still lively near the open-air screen on the square, filled with an atmosphere of anticipation and happiness.
Students who had decided to stay up all night had brought their own blankets and found their places on the square’s steps.
Many people held a cup of hot coffee, which was to drive away the chill of the night. Some students were even like on a picnic, with wooden wine boxes and a blazing charcoal grill filled with roasting meat and vegetables that emitted an irresistible aroma in the late night.
Under the illumination of the distant street lights, a figure slowly walked by, looking towards the open-air screen on the square.
Her gray hair was braided, her face adorned with plain glasses, yet she appeared to be both serene and dignified.
This was Talia, carefully disguised.
The initially cold and frosty Talia now had an air of a lonely literary girl.
Now she looked even more different from the Great Love Poet. In the dim midnight light, it was almost impossible for anyone to notice her resemblance to the Great Love Poet.
She was holding a box of roasted chicken soaked in savory sauce, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. From time to time, she picked up a piece and gently put it in her mouth, slowly chewing it, as if she had forgotten the fatigue of the late night.
About ten minutes earlier, she was reminded of the Ancient Demon World Movie World she saw in the afternoon. Unable to sleep in bed, she was just feeling a bit hungry, so she decided to visit the Ichrite Academy again.
However, what puzzled Talia was — the academy was much more lively at this time than she had imagined.
"Mi Qing Cai Mi!"
Occasionally, there were waves of discussion and cheers from the square.
Just like staying up late to watch the annual finals.
"How exciting can it be... Isn’t it just Lanci taking exams, attending class?"
Talia murmured to herself, puzzled.