Chapter 314: Lanqi and Sid are both poor students

On one side of the reception hall, a staircase with light brown stone steps spiraled upwards. Several nobles in formal attire were slowly walking down the staircase, their sashes and hems swaying with their steps.

As they moved forward, the low and rhythmic footsteps and the sounds of their conversations also echoed down. Although the volume was not loud, in such an empty space like the hall, every sentence seemed to have a special echo.

In contrast, the sofa area in the center of the lobby was exceptionally quiet. The candlelight on the golden candlesticks flickered. Apart from the crackling of burning wood in the fireplace, three people sat on the sofa, saying nothing, just waiting quietly, as if they were divided into two worlds.

"Isn't there no vicious competition in the Protoss Royal School of Magic?"

Sitting on the sofa in the lobby on the first floor, Char asked in a confused voice to Lanqi and Sid.

Along the way, he heard the two seniors chatting and learned that the Protoss Royal School of Magic might have undergone great changes recently and the atmosphere was completely different.

"This is the leader of the Protoss Royal School of Magic. I won't tolerate your disrespect!"

On the distant steps, Lord Bonn of Bonn, Viscount Black Bonn, suddenly seemed to realize something, turned sideways and scolded the three young men sitting on the sofa in the middle of the lobby.

"Hold, sorry."

Char was frightened and quickly lowered his head and avoided the gaze.

He didn't expect that the sound was keenly heard by the middle-aged noble man, Viscount Blackbone, as if he had been paying attention to this side of the lobby.

Behind the two middle-aged viscounts, on the steps, Lilith stared at Char for a little longer. The brief glance made Char even more embarrassed.

"…What do you think?"

Sid was unmoved and looked at Lanqi with more interest.

I didn't expect that there would actually be people who took advantage of the time lag in information and came to the Snowfield Province to commit fraud.

"...If someone pretends to be a Catholic, how would you feel?"

Lanqi also stared into Sid's purple eyes, rubbing the cat boss with his hands as usual.

The two of them were so used to plotting loudly along the way that even if they mentioned the Tyrannical Catholic Sigrid openly, no one would believe that they had anything to do with the Tyrannical Catholics.

But then again, most people really can't expose the fake Protoss Royal Academy of Magic. After all, even students don't know much about the internal information of the academy, and junior students have almost no chance to come into contact with the senior professors in the academy, unlike Sid who can explain everything with his fists.

Char, who was standing by, was extremely confused. He had no idea what the two were talking about.

A few people in the distance were still walking slowly downstairs and chatting.

"Viscount Bonn, these two are my son-in-law's friends. They are both students of the Protoss Royal School of Magic and may know something about the school."

Viscount Levin Kingston tried to smooth things over and ease Char's embarrassment.

"Recently, there are quite a few people who have sneaked into the Snowfield Province using fake identities. I suggest that we ask Professor Mechi to check the identities of this young man and woman to avoid letting a wolf into the house!"

Viscount Black Bonn sneered and stroked his mustache, looking at the two people who appeared inexplicably beside Char in the distance, and then glanced meaningfully at Professor Metchie beside him.

They would rather kill someone innocently than let him go if he wants to influence their authority.

"No need. Our city-state has verified their identities. The magic seal of the Protoss Royal School of Magic on their certificates cannot be forged."

Viscount Leven Kingston raised his hand in objection somewhat firmly.

Magic power is a kind of information. Everyone's magic power is naturally different. The seal of the Protoss Royal School of Magic originated from the magic seal left by Emperor Franklin when the school was founded a hundred years ago. Even the great sage of the empire, Isis, cannot imitate it.

"I do think it is necessary to check. It is also my responsibility to check the students' academic status and identity information."

However.

Professor Mech finally spoke.

His voice was deep, full of the authority and sense of responsibility of a leader.

“…”

Upon hearing this, Viscount Leven Kingston could only relax his shoulders helplessly and stop talking.

Even if he wanted to make friends with the two young men and protect them, he was limited to checking Viscount Blackbone's attitude and was not in a position to interfere with Professor Mech's own opinions.

After all, this is an internal matter of their Protoss Royal School of Magic.

Mechi's pace was still unhurried as he walked down the stairs and came to the first floor of the lobby. There was a trace of sadness between his brows, as well as the loneliness that strong people often have, until he came to a place not far from the three people.

"Take out your student IDs."

“Yes.”

Sid didn't care and took it out.

She was just an ordinary second-grade girl who had no idea about the inside story of the real or fake principal.

Lanqi smiled slightly, took the documents from Sid's hand, and handed hers over together with his own.

Mechi took it indifferently and simply glanced at the information on it.

"How many credits do you have..."

Sid asked Lanqi in a very low voice.

"40, what about you?"

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Lanqi also replied in a low voice.

His own credits were still sent to him by Associate Professor Xiduo every day, for a total of four days from Tuesday to Friday.

"I still have 60 left, which is much better than you."

West Germany is a master at controlling points.

The conversation between the two made Char's eyes twitch, and Professor Mitch's expression quickly turned gloomy.

You should know that preparatory students who have just enrolled at the Protoss Royal Academy of Magic can get hundreds of credits if they work hard.

These two, on the other hand, only have a hundred points in total, yet they seem quite proud of themselves and don’t look like new students.

If Char had not seen Sid's skills, he would probably be doubting whether the two of them were the worst in the entire grade.

"Professor Mechi, do you remember our names? Especially his."

Sid pointed at Lanqi beside him and asked Meqi.

“I don’t remember the names of the poor students.”

Mechi snorted and threw their IDs back into their hands, feeling that the two students were making a fool of him and wasting his time.

After he finished speaking, Mechi turned and left.

Professor Black Bonn, who was standing in the distance, just sneered and shook his head when he heard this.

They are not on the same level at all, so there is naturally no need for them to communicate any further.

In the empire's harshest and most educationally-rich school, poor students were treated even worse than dogs. Even if their identities were real, they posed no threat or value.

Fish seek fish, shrimp seek shrimp, and turtle seeks turtle.

If they stay with an incompetent and impoverished noble like Char, they will definitely not be excellent students. Viscount Levin Kingston almost treated them as treasures just now.

"Brother Levin, your vision is getting worse and worse. I am really worried about the son-in-law you found for Lilith... You know, when Lilith goes to the academy, this useless guy will not only be unable to help her, but may stick to her like garbage and she will be unable to get rid of him."

Viscount Blackbone patted Viscount Leven Kingston on the shoulder and sighed.

It is not known whether he was mocking the shabby Char or the two guards he picked up.

"If you really want to do this for Lilith's sake, you should give me some consideration. My son Dean is not bad either. We should let these two promising young people interact more. She might be able to take this opportunity to gain Professor Mech's approval."

Lord Blackburn continued speaking to Lord Leven Kingston, and by now he had made no secret of his purpose.

(End of this chapter)