If the Dean insisted on keeping him at the academy, he wouldn’t be able to leave, and that would greatly affect his subsequent actions.
Rod’s thoughts raced.
I can’t just agree to this—I must find a way to persuade him.
"So, you should have come to me earlier."
Rod opened his mouth, but his words choked in his throat.
Theodore pulled a silver whistle out of his pocket and placed it in his hand.
"This is an amulet I made using a piece of my soul fragment. It can summon my phantom, which can deal with monsters below the mature super rank, and also escape from high-rank fierce monsters."
His azure eyes looked at him, with a slight reproach in his gaze.
"If you find yourself in danger, use it. Before the spiritual energy inside is depleted, you can bring it back to me."
Rod took the whistle, and a warm current suddenly surged in his heart.
Not knowing how to express his gratitude, he awkwardly hid his embarrassment by drinking some tea.
This water is boiling!
Theodore gently flicked his fingers, and Rod felt much cooler at the scalded spot, the heat from the tea rising quickly like a tiny tornado.
"I always forget that your spiritual energy is very weak. Rod, you need to practice more. In time, you will understand that spiritual energy means much more than you could possibly imagine."
"Hmm, what was I saying again?"
He supported his forehead with one hand, and the glow of spiritual energy flashed rapidly at his temples, as if he were straining to remember something.
"Sorry, my memory is a bit jumbled. I meant to say, the secret special forces unit has been established, and you will subsequently participate in some official combat missions outside Royal City. You should focus on your studies, especially the parts about official combat."
Rod asked, "What is the secret special forces? Who is Calier?"
The glow of spiritual energy at the Dean’s temples flickered even more rapidly, his tone becoming somewhat harsh.
"Calier’s secret special forces are a unique combat group, possessing other three sequences of combatants: the White Spirit Inheritor, the Black Inheritor, and the Unawakened. They are very precocious, incredibly strong in battle, but very dangerous... Oh, I shouldn’t be telling you this."
Theodore’s tone softened.
"Don’t worry, the secret special forces for special students are relatively normal. We won’t allow any madmen to experiment on the students... Actually, I disagree with this plan. Calier’s thinking is too dangerous; it’s not suitable for students to be involved. But the pressure from the academy is too great. The Elders criticize us for investing too much in ordinary students, demanding we devote more effort to training the strong, and to abandon useless rejects. They suggest cancelling projects like Goldenworth Star... Oh, I’m sorry, I’m not at my best today."
He stood up, shifting to a lighter topic.
"By the way, what did you see in the basin earlier?"
Rod was stunned for a few seconds before he came back to his senses, described what he had seen, and silently hoped it wouldn’t turn out to be the Dean’s old lover or something.
After listening, Theodore’s expression became quite nostalgic.
"So that’s what Kashan meant back then."
Rod had a rather ominous feeling.
Theodore’s azure eyes flickered:
"Rod, don’t misunderstand, she is Kashan’s great-grandmother, also named Kashan."
"Just like her great-granddaughter, she was even flatter than you before sixteen, so what I’m saying is, don’t miss out."
Theodore gave a mischievous smile, tucking his silvery-white beard into his belt.
"It’s getting late, go have dinner. The academy dining hall has raspberry jam and weird-tasting cake today. I’m starving, and you must be hungry too, right?"
He waved his hand, turning into a burst of silver light, and flew out the window.
Rod stood stunned for a while before realizing he should leave the office.
He took one last look at the strange object on the desk and then left the room.
Internal Affairs Court.
A servant respectfully handed up the response from Jinworth Academy.
After reading it, Manolo Bana revealed a cold smile.