Chapter 359 Hector Chases the Prince in the Snow

On the day of the interview, the atmosphere in the examination room at Xuebang Border was even more tense than during the written test.

Dozens of magic-powered soundproof tents are neatly arranged on the snowfield like white hills.

Thousands of candidates who passed the written test were queuing in a long line outside the tent, waiting anxiously for the moment that would decide their final fate.

Just when everyone thought that today's interview would be conducted step by step by Xuebang's ordinary tutors, a suffocatingly powerful magical wave suddenly descended from the sky.

The apprentices and teaching assistants standing in the camp all widened their eyes, almost unable to believe their eyes! "Hey, Professor Hector?!"

"Why is he here?!"

Professor Hector Ryan of the Great Sage's Tower actually came to the interview site in person from the heart of the school!

Could it be that this old man also needs some fresh blood?! The apprentices and even the teaching assistants all showed envy on their faces, and they all bowed to this distinguished magician in awe.

I wonder which genius could invite this big shot who is usually elusive to come in person.

No--

I know that too.

They heard that there was a perfect score test paper in the examination room, and that the three teaching assistants who were responsible for grading the papers got full marks at the same time.

I guess this big guy came here just for this lucky guy!

Just when everyone was envious and jealous, they soon discovered that it was just the beginning.

As soon as Professor Hector arrived, a soft white light appeared in the space behind him, and Professor Boris Kru of the Holy Energy School slowly walked out.

At the same time, arcs of electricity flashed in the air on the other side, tearing a crack out of thin air! Professor Leo Sterling of the Elemental School also came to the scene in person through the teleportation array of the Mage Tower with a playful smile on his face.

Three top professors who usually only exist in legends actually gathered in a small border interview room! All the teaching assistants were shocked and speechless.

Usually these big guys only show up at the beginning of the exam, and the "small matter" of interviews has always been the responsibility of the instructors who are short of manpower. Today, the sun really rises from the west! The three professors looked at each other tacitly, and there seemed to be invisible lightning 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 'virtual realm'. How come you have time to come here?"

"I guess it's a devout soul devoted to the Holy Light who has attracted your attention." Professor Boris also smiled and said meaningfully.

Hector snorted coldly, not bothering to play any more charades, and got straight to the point: "We are all here for the same person. The perfect apprentice named Mako Gage. His theory is perfectly in line with the philosophy of the Great Sage Tower, and he must be trained by us."

Professor Leo said softly, smiling.

"Then it all depends on your ability."

Although he said so, he still couldn't help but feel doubtful in his heart.

In terms of virtual world resources, the Tower of Elements cannot compare with the Tower of Great Sage. He only has one card in his hand, which is to promise a good way out for the candidate.

What the Oss Empire values ​​most is the Elemental Tower. After all, their "damage" is the highest and their output is the most stable.

Hopefully that lad comes from a poor family.

Leo prayed silently in his heart, and at the same time looked at the assistant who was standing stupidly beside him and gave instructions.

"Where's Mako Gage? I...and my old friend want to talk to him."

Upon seeing this, an assistant teacher named Giselle stepped forward and said, "Professors, please wait a moment. I will send someone to find the candidate!"

In the crowd in the distance, Milos, the magic apprentice in charge of the substitution plan, felt his brain go blank for a moment when he heard Hector say the name "Marco Gage" in person, and he was frightened out of his wits.

He was probably the only one among all the magicians present who knew the true value of this name.

Full marks? Mako Gage? That guy?!

This...how is this possible!

It was true that he had chosen the test paper, but he could not believe that he had just happened to draw the perfect paper! Milos's face turned pale and his lips trembled.

His gaze drifted towards his senior, but he saw that the senior was completely unaware of the seriousness of the situation and was only envious of 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 seniors are only responsible for providing cover, while he is responsible for the specific replacement of scrolls and collecting money.

No one would ask him how much money he received, and he would not know how much he took, or which wizard master the storage ring that collected the money belonged to.

This also means that if something happens to him, at most he can find his senior, but as long as he or his senior dies, the matter will be forgotten like a cut thread.

Milos realized that things had completely gotten out of control. He couldn't even imagine what terrible end he would face when his lies were exposed.

He was so distraught that he no longer cared about anything else. He retreated into the crowd little by little. He didn't even dare to pack his luggage in the camp. He fled towards the direction of the Kingdom of Rhodes with all his might without looking back.

If you avoid the limelight, you still have a chance to come back in a low-key manner. But if you are caught on the spot, you will be dead!

At the same time, the teaching assistant named Giselle was still shouting at the top of her lungs in the camp, looking for the candidate named Marco Gage.

"Candidate Marco Gage! Number 1034! Please go to the main tent for the interview immediately! Damn it! Where is this guy?"

This best opportunity never came!

What are you thinking about!

Giselle was extremely anxious and ran around the camp, asking everyone he met if they had seen a guy named Marco. However, names are not written on faces, and everyone he caught looked confused.

With the three big guys personally in charge, the pressure in the entire interview venue instantly reached its peak.

The candidates who were waiting for the interview were as nervous as prisoners about to be brought to trial. Their legs were shaking when they walked into the interview tent, and they often performed poorly after saying a few words due to excessive nervousness.

The mentors in charge of the interviews were also on pins and needles, fearing that they would not appear professional enough in front of the academic masters, and even became cautious in asking questions.

Time passed bit by bit in this anxious and strange atmosphere.

The line for interviews was getting shorter and shorter. One after another, candidates walked out of the tent, either ecstatic or dejected, embarking on a future that led to different directions.

Including Phoenix et al.

Unfortunately, both he and Ilala failed the interview, but Barrett, the "blacksmith's son" who seemed the least intelligent, passed the assessment.

The moment he learned that he had the potential to reach bronze strength, he was so excited that he seemed like crazy, as if a smooth road had been paved before him.

He swore—

He will definitely live up to everyone's expectations of him and become a truly powerful magician! Although Ilala felt regretful, there was also a hint of relief on his face.

If she had not read about Hekajelin's experience, she would probably have regretted her failure in the exam, but now she felt more calm and relieved.

Magic is not the only thing worth pursuing in this world, and perhaps the window that Saint Sis prepared 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 ask her distraught companion.

"I don't know... maybe he entered Xuebang through other means, or he has left. I didn't see him yesterday." Phoenix 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 three professors to wait in person, has not appeared yet.

As 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 patience.

His calm face was now as gloomy as the sky before a storm.

He once again looked for the assistant coach Gisele, whose back was already soaked with cold sweat.

Giselle walked into the tent tremblingly, not even daring to look up at the professor's face.

"Where are the people?" Hector's voice was not loud, but it was full of unquestionable pressure.

Professor Leo of the Elemental School and Professor Boris of the Holy Energy School did not speak, but their faces were also full of displeasure.

Even if he is a genius.

Nor should we stand them up.

"Professor, we searched the entire examination room and asked the apprentices at the registration office, but we couldn't find 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 turned cold, and he vaguely sensed 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 of those who passed the written test are still kept intact in the archives as important files and are numbered.

And the scroll lay safely on the top of the box, as if it knew he would come.

Without time to think about it, Giselle almost crawled to get the legendary "full score scroll" from the archives, not even daring to look up at the increasingly gloomy faces of the three professors.

In front of the three professors, Giselle slowly opened the scroll with trembling hands.

However, the moment the scroll was fully unfolded, he was stunned.

There was no lofty talk about the virtual world or source power in the scroll, only a doggerel with crooked handwriting.

Hector had a very ominous premonition when he saw his expression as if he had seen a ghost, but he still gave the order in a cold voice.

"read."

"I..." Giselle's lips trembled and she was almost crying.

"I asked you to read it!" Hector's voice rose a few degrees, his pupils turned faintly golden, exuding boundless majesty.

Giselle dared not hesitate any longer, so she could only bite the bullet and recite the unrhymed limerick in front of everyone in a crying, trembling voice: "Ah, the cage of knowledge cannot lock up my soul that yearns for freedom—"

"My heart is a hungry wolf in the wilderness, howling under the starry sky. Foolish mortals, how can you know the blood, tears and sublimity of art?"

The tent fell silent.

It was a deathly silence, as if even the wind and snow outside the door curtain had stopped groaning.

“Puff——”

Professor Leo Sterling of the School of Elemental Studies was the first one who couldn't help but burst out laughing.

But the next second, he forced himself to hold it back under Hector's murderous gaze, his face flushed red.

Professor Boris of the Holy Energy School simply closed his eyes, shook his head helplessly, and sighed deeply in his heart.

scandal!

This is blatant and the biggest admissions scandal in Xuebang in nearly a hundred years!

Hector's face turned from red to white, and finally to blue.

Even if he was naive, he understood what had happened in an instant - someone had replaced the genius's answer sheet with an idiot's, and staged a shocking scam right under his nose, playing with everyone present -

How dare this shameful mortal deceive my noble self!

Especially when the exam just started not long ago, he said condescendingly - "Protecting your own work from being copied is also part of the assessment."

Now, the words hit him like a boomerang in the chest.

This was like giving him a loud slap in the face in front of all his colleagues!

"Bang!"

Hector stood up suddenly, and powerful magic emanated from him. The strength of the upper-level extraordinary person made the entire reception tent buzz! 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 this!!!"

…

"Ah, the cage of knowledge cannot lock up my soul that yearns for freedom—"

On the mountain road leading to Longshi City, a stable and comfortable carriage was swaying forward.

Inside the carriage, a young "poet" was sitting opposite Luo Yan, chanting his masterpiece in a rhythmic tone.

The poet was none other than the legendary apprentice who scored full marks in the examination hall and was elusive - Marco Gage.

As for why the young poet was so excited that he burst into song, it all started when they met in a tavern near Eagle Rock Territory the day before.

Marko Gage, the "legendary poet", was dissatisfied with the strict discipline of his father Dorian and the butler Yankov, and was even more dissatisfied with them sending him to Xuebang to learn boring magic. So he sneaked out from the traveler's camp while the butler was making connections.

This young man, who had never experienced a hard day, naively believed that with his "talent" he could feed himself just by eating, so he did not bring any luggage or any money for travel.

He wants to start from scratch and become a great poet admired 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 and trying to exchange an incoherent impromptu poem for a piece of black bread in the hands of the landlady.

The proprietress was probably attracted to him, but unfortunately, it was probably not his poetry or talent that attracted her, but his delicate 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 great appreciation for Marco's "talent", and generously ordered a barbecue and ale for him.

Perhaps because he was extremely hungry, Marco was not picky and wolfed down the meal. He also revealed his itinerary during the meal.

He was going to the Holy City.

Everyone rushed to Xuebang, treating that desolate and cold temple as a holy place, but he didn't want to do that. He wanted to make a pilgrimage to the real holy place!

Naturally, Luo Yan uttered the next sentence "What a coincidence", and then said that he was also going to the south and might pass by Longshi City.

Out of his love for talent, he enthusiastically invited the down-and-out poet to get on his carriage and expressed his willingness to give him a ride.

At this moment, sitting in the warm and comfortable carriage, Mark Gage was completely impressed by Mr. Colin, who was generous and knew how to appreciate "art".

Greatly encouraged, he not only regarded Mr. Colin as a soulmate, but also shared his "glorious deeds" with the latter in a boastful tone.

"Sir, you don't know how hypocritical that school is! Those guys who call themselves great wizards waved their hands, and with a bang, a stone tablet as high as a mountain emerged from the ground! But they would rather let tens of thousands of poor people freeze like dogs in the wind and snow, fighting each other on the snowfield, than wave their hands and dig a cave for us to shelter from the snow!"

"You're saying they don't have the ability? No! They have it in abundance! They can even build 10,000 wizard towers, so that everyone who aspires to them can try to see if they are the right material. But they deliberately don't do that. They force us to write those bullshit in the freezing cold! And pass that obedience test."

"And those test questions! They are ridiculous! They put human souls on the scales like gold coins. How can a group of people who don't care about souls be qualified to talk about the shape of souls? I advise them to quickly close the door to the 'virtual world' before the things on the other side see what ugly things are peeping at them. Really, I feel ashamed for 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 same is true for the Kingdom of Rhodes! Every knight is cursing Xuebang for snatching away the young man from his territory, but no knight is willing to look in the mirror and see what kind of virtue he has. Are the peasants too cunning? Are the citizens too greedy? No! It's the nobles! Those people who are sanctimonious but have the most despicable desires!"

"They turned the women of the kingdom into prostitutes. Some of them sold their butts in sheepskin, while others dressed well and pretended not to sell their butts. No one wanted to listen to my poems, except you. Those prostitutes only wanted to reach into my pocket and touch my gold coins! And the men of the kingdom were also trained by them to be spiritual dwarfs, sheep under the stick, turtles in the pond, either licking the nobles' leather shoes, or licking the wizards' wands, or chasing after the gold coins with the emperor's portrait printed on them. Not only were they extremely inferior, but they also arrogantly believed that people were born to be 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 skills. So, I decided to teach them a lesson!"

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Mako's eyes sparkled with confidence as he continued to talk, "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 surging! I wrote a poem, a battle song that truly came from my heart and resisted authority!"

He boasted with spit flying, completely unaware that the other "protagonist" in his story was sitting opposite him with a smile, listening to his speech with great 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 crappy place in the first place!" Marco said proudly, seemingly unaware that his family had replaced the test paper for him.

But it doesn't make any difference.

If the papers had not been swapped, his poem probably would not have had the chance to make the honorable wizard so angry, and at most would have been burned as trash by the apprentice.

"What's next? After you've had enough fun, will you go home?" Luo Yan asked curiously.

"Go home? Play? Sir, I have to declare again that I am serious!" Marco said solemnly, "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. I have escaped from that cage. Maybe you think that I will die outside, 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 he can change the fate of the family by making enough money or having enough magic power, then let him drown in the vault with this ridiculous idea! I'll put it this way, no passenger can get off the shaky ship safely. Even if he becomes a great sage himself, he can't escape his fate!"

This guy is very aggressive and will bite anyone without any regard for his relatives.

Although the poem is average.

Luo Yan suddenly had a new respect for this "hungry wolf".

"Mr. Marco, I am impressed by you... Your poetry is full of rebellious spirit and powerful, which is a rare quality, even in a place like the Holy City. I have no doubt that you will become a legendary poet there."

Marco was greatly encouraged by these words. He couldn't help but straighten his back a little and was so excited that he couldn't suppress the smile.

"Have you been to the Holy City?!"

"Of course, everyone who yearns for art has been there," Luo Yan said with a smile, and suddenly changed the subject and continued, "By the way, regarding your poem, I think the only flaw is that it doesn't rhyme enough, and the idea is a little off."

"Bias?" Marco asked in confusion.

Luo Yan did not answer directly, but asked in a persuasive way: "Is it really the cage of 'knowledge' that binds you? Why not change the 'knowledge' in the poem to 'class'?"

He looked at Marco's confused face, and his voice seemed to have a magical power that could penetrate people's hearts.

"You were born into a wealthy merchant family and lived a comfortable life, but you were despised by those declining hereditary nobles. You yearn for the art of freedom, but you were forced by your family to go to the academy in exchange for a magic wand. Isn't it this cage that you can neither overcome nor escape that is really locking up your soul?"

"We all know that this has nothing to do with knowledge. In fact... it is precisely because of class barriers that true knowledge cannot be freely transmitted," Luo Yan's eyes were deep. "And most importantly, you should not push those who pursue knowledge to the opposite side of yourself. You should unite those who desire change and stand with the only soft spot in their hearts."

These words were like a bolt of thunder, or a beam of holy light that pierced through the darkness, instantly striking the softest part of Marco's heart.

"Sir!" Marco excitedly grabbed Mr. Colin's hand, his voice trembling with excitement, "You...you just said it to my heart!"

Luo Yan smiled, unnoticedly pulled back his hand, and waved it gently, indicating that he didn't need to care. Then, he took out a letter that he had prepared long ago from his arms.

"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 Dantes. He will introduce you to the right places, sponsor your dreams, and help you become a true poet."

"Thank you, sir! You are such a nice man!"

Marco solemnly kept the letter close to his body.

He looked at the warm and intelligent "Mr. Colin" in front of him, his heart full of gratitude, but he still couldn't help asking doubtfully.

"Sir, aren't you going south? Aren't you passing through 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 admire your talent so I gave you a ride and took you away from that troubled place... As for me, the person who came to pick me up will be here soon."

A dozen griffins were moving towards him at high speed. Although Xuebang and the Kingdom of Rhodes were both part of the Empire, there was still a nominal border between them.

You can see that they are really anxious.

At this point Luo Yan changed the subject, took out a small but heavy purse from his side and handed it to Marco.

"Also, here are thirty silver coins. Consider it your reward for chatting with me for such a long time and entertaining me."

"No, no, no! Sir, I absolutely cannot accept this!" Marco waved his hands as if he was burned. "It is my honor to talk to a gentleman like you! How can I take your money again?"

In his opinion, Mr. Colin is his soulmate and his mentor. Their communication is a collision of souls and a pure artistic discussion, which must not be tainted by money.

What he hates most in his life is money!

However, Luo Yan still insisted on stuffing the purse containing thirty silver coins into his hand.

The purse contained all the rewards he received from Phoenix after defeating "Green Tooth" Hekagelin.

Using the pension of one "poor guy" to fund the dream of another "poor guy" is a fair deal.

"Take it," Luo Yan said in an unquestionable tone, but with a hint of gentle encouragement, "A true poet should not be trapped by money in the pursuit of art. Just think of it as my sponsorship of your dream."

The carriage slowly stopped in front of the next stop, the inn.

Marco tightly grasped the bag of heavy silver coins and the letter of great significance. When he got off the car, he bowed deeply to Luo Yan solemnly.

"Sir, don't worry! From today on, I will hone my art during the journey and earn the rest of the travel expenses with my own ability! I will never let you down!

"Go ahead."

Luo Yan smiled and nodded to him, watching the hopeful young "poet" disappear on the road leading to the holy city, then turned around and returned to the carriage.

The carriage was back on the road.

Watching Marco disappear at the door of the hotel, Sarah, who had been silent all the time, 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 the exam."

In her simple understanding, the offense against the Demon King should be repaid with death, and that was why she found this guy.

Luo Yan smiled, turned over the unfinished book, and asked casually: "Sarah, do you think I need that paper?"

He never thought of killing anyone. At most, he just thought about whether to hand the young man over to Xuebang.

Sarah was stunned for a moment and shook her head slightly.

Obviously, scores are meaningless to the Demon King. A king does not need to be scored by anyone.

"Let's keep watching. We will be back to the Holy City anyway. I think that boy will be a chess piece that can bring me surprises."

He was a human from hell, but he had no obligation to help the empire cut off the extra branches from the trunk.

On the contrary, he wanted to let this promising soul drift to where he should go, and shine and take root there.

This is what a demon king should do.

The carriage continued to move forward on the mountain road for a while, and suddenly a few cries of griffins were heard in the sky.

Then, several griffins swooped down from the clouds, their wings stirring up strong winds, and they landed steadily on the mountain road ahead.

Sitting on the griffin's back was assistant instructor Giselle.

He recognized this gorgeous carriage that didn't fit in with the surroundings at a glance; an apprentice had seen it in the camp before!

Giselle jumped off the griffin and almost crawled up. Regardless of the mud and snow on the ground, she knelt down in front of Luo Yan's carriage and confessed in an extremely panic-stricken voice.

"Mr. Roxel Colin... I'm Xuebang's teaching assistant, Giselle! I'm sorry, I'm really sorry! There were some serious omissions in our work, causing your scroll... to accidentally... not enter the correct program! Your honorable name should have appeared on the stone tablet!"

He confessed and begged for forgiveness, his forehead pressed against the cold ground, not daring to lift it even a bit.

The curtain was gently lifted and Luo Yan got out of the carriage.

He walked up and personally helped the terrified assistant out of the snow, with his usual gentle smile on his face.

"Please stand up, Mr. Assistant." His voice was as calm as a mountain spring, soothing Giselle's fear. "It seems that there are some unpleasant misunderstandings between us. Can you tell me? What happened?"

He asked the question even though he knew the answer.

Giselle hesitated, looking at this distinguished gentleman, not knowing where to start for a moment, and not knowing whether she should tell him about Xuebang's scandal.

Xuebang had already found out the real number of the swapped scroll overnight, and also found out the real owner of the "full score answer sheet" through the registration information - but no one expected that the answerer was actually Prince Colin from the Holy City! There are many princes in the empire, but it is said that this prince is not an ordinary prince. He has good relations with many prominent families and is said to have a vast fiefdom in a distant world.

Although no one knew why he ignored the targeted recruitment channel and insisted on condescending to take the apprenticeship assessment, he obviously had a letter of recommendation from Count Hilfen.

In the carriage, Taf, who was dozing off, finally couldn't help but let out a piggy-like "puff" laugh.

Even under the cover of wind and snow, the laughter was still clearly audible.

She did not laugh at the young man who was pursuing his dreams. In her opinion, the boy was stupid but not a bad person, and was also someone who was led by the nose.

However, seeing the sinister devil and the wizard begging for forgiveness, she couldn't help herself - how could these knowledgeable guys be so bullying and afraid of the strong.

Just as Gisele was hesitating, not knowing how to explain this huge scandal, new noises were heard in the air.

That was not the cry of a griffin, but the more ethereal sound of a horse neighing.

Everyone looked up and saw a carriage pulled by four white Pegasus with wings on their ribs, slowly descending from the clouds and landing on the snow not far away.

The car door opened and Professor Hector Lane stepped out of the car himself.

At this moment, he had lost the dignity and temper he had in the examination room, and there was just the right amount of apology and respect on his face.

Walking quickly to Luo Yan, he first shook off the snowflakes on his body, then nodded slightly, and expressed Xuebang's apologies on behalf of the "unqualified" assistant Giselle.

"Your Highness, I am Professor Hector from the Great Sage's Tower. On behalf of the school and the Mage Tower I belong to, I would like to welcome you... Please forgive me for not welcoming you in person."

Luo Yan looked at the professor in front of him whose attitude had changed 180 degrees, smiled gently, and did not blame him at all.

"No, professor, you are too kind. I just failed the exam. You don't have to be so polite. I can afford to lose."

The three words "can afford to lose" were like three invisible slaps in the face, making Hector's face burn.

He was so embarrassed that he wanted to explain that this was not the case, but he didn't know how to explain the twists and turns in the story. He could only look at Luo Yan with an almost pleading look.

"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 thing to you in person after I return."

Luo Yan looked at the professor's embarrassed look and did not continue to embarrass him.

I think his face is painful enough, and if I continue to pull it, it will seem like I am being unreasonable.

but--

There were things he still had to do.

"Professor Hector, I hope there is an explanation for this matter, not just about my scroll... What do you think?"

Hector's face stiffened slightly, but thinking that if the news spread back to the Holy City, it would make a bigger joke, he finally nodded.

"Okay, I promise you!"

Choose the lesser of two evils; don't air your dirty laundry in public.

Anyway, this is what the prince wants, so it won’t be a problem if I offend anyone.

Luo Yan smiled and nodded.

"Then I look forward to your results... Also, I missed the interview, and I don't know if it's too late now."

Hector smiled bitterly.

"Your Highness, you are joking again. With your knowledge, making you 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 a tutor for the academy. Not only will you have your own meditation room, laboratory, and lecture hall, but you will also be able to freely borrow books from the academy and exchange academic achievements with other magicians."

"I don't think you came here to listen to the lectures of those teaching assistants who are far inferior to you... What do you think?"

really.

This is the purpose of Luo Yan’s trip.

He thought for a moment, then smiled and nodded.

"Then I will respectfully obey your command."

(End of this chapter)