Chapter 719 Professor Lanqi's Class

October has arrived.

When passing by the Luna Garden, a breeze blew, and the ginkgo leaves on the roadside fell with the wind, forming a light yellow carpet of fallen leaves on the road.

Today is also the first Monday in October.

As the bell of St. Clement's Abbey rang at eight o'clock in the morning, the morning classes had not yet begun, but students wearing the uniforms of the St. Clement's Abbey Officer School were already chatting in groups on the campus, discussing their schoolwork and practical training.

Elliott Square.

"Hey, did you hear that?"

A beautiful young female student from an aristocratic family ran over from the empty back and patted the back of the blond boy in front of her.

"What?"

The tall blond boy at the foot of the building turned around slowly and was not frightened by the silver-haired noble lady.

"Starting today, we will have a new professor for this course."

The noble lady came closer and whispered.

The conversation between the two immediately attracted the brief glances of the students passing by.

They are located in a square under a building, in the heart of the St. Clement's Abbey campus, next to the iconic Vinader Library and the Great Hall.

This huge five-story main building is made of red bricks and gray stones. The exterior walls are decorated with holy white decorative lines, and the quaint emblem of St. Clement's Monastery is inlaid on the front triangular gable.

Below the gable are three arched doors, with the words "St. Clement Eliot's Building" engraved on the main entrance in the middle.

Although the vast majority of students would not be in the same course with them, it was unusual for the monastery to recruit new professors at this time.

This highest institution of learning in the empire would not recruit ordinary professors. If they were recruited, they would definitely be able to take over complex advanced courses, so they must be from prominent backgrounds.

"Didn't Mr. Blanck teach well?"

The blond boy asked.

He seemed puzzled by the school's decision.

"Professor Bronk is old. Although he can teach many courses, we can't let him be responsible for two courses beginning with 4 and one course beginning with 5. It's already very difficult to schedule classes at the beginning of this semester. Principal Violet also promised Professor Bronk that once he finds a new teacher, he won't have to help teach this course beginning with 4."

The noble girl spread her hands.

After all, course leaders are different from ordinary tutors. They need to coordinate the curriculum of the entire course, supervise the teaching quality, formulate unit development plans, finalize the assessment model, manage teachers and teaching assistants, external liaison, etc. They need to have management, leadership and academic level.

Only people with extremely high attainments in a professional field can take on this role with ease.

"Apart from the professors who were transferred away by the Imperial Military, are there any people in the Empire who are capable of teaching this kind of subject?"

The blond boy questioned.

There are five levels of courses at St. Clement's Abbey. The course number begins with the level.

Generally speaking, the first three levels correspond to three grades of normal students.

Students can apply for graduation after completing eight Level 1 courses, eight Level 2 courses and eight Level 3 courses in three years.

As for the special advanced courses at Level 4 and Level 5, they will have higher credits and challenges, and will only be chosen by third-year students and students who stay on campus to continue their studies after graduation.

"Now that there is a gap in the demand for talent in the Kreihe Empire, the capable ones will naturally be tapped out."

The noble girl said proudly, seeming to be looking forward to seeing what kind of person the new professor is.

"Anyway, let's go to the classroom."

She stepped forward happily.

The blond boy nodded and walked into the main building of St. Clement's Monastery with her.

The entrance hall of Eliot Building is paved with black and white marble tiles and has a copper chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The entire building has a total of 121 classrooms and seminar rooms, which are mainly used for undergraduate students' magic theory research and magic engineering courses.

Classrooms vary in size, accommodating anywhere from twenty to two hundred people.

In addition to ordinary classrooms, there are also advanced case-based practical teaching rooms and imperial magic engineering laboratories to meet the needs of different courses.

The middle floor of the Eliot Building also has a faculty lounge area, which not only provides a space for teachers to rest and communicate, but also is an ideal place for teachers and students to discuss academic issues. In addition to soft sofas, a set of coffee tables and a wall of books, there are also printing presses and coffee machines for teachers' exclusive use.

Another eye-catching feature is its bell tower.

The towering bell tower is inlaid with four large bells. Every time the time comes, the melodious bell sounds will echo throughout the central area of ​​St. Clement's Abbey. The terrace under the bell tower is also a good place for students to gather and rest in their spare time.

The two walked across the terrace and passed a dark-haired figure with his hands on the stone fence, looking at the campus.

“To be honest, even after studying here for a few years, I still tend to get lost in this building.”

Walking into the interior corridor again, the noble lady sighed.

"I hope the new professor won't be late."

When the blond boy first came here, he couldn't find the classroom for a long time.

This building is an absolute nightmare for people with poor directions, so it's more of an advanced course.

Whether the new teacher can arrive on time for the first class can be seen as a side effect of whether he or she is reliable.

A top university like St. Clement's Abbey should not have professors who panic due to lack of preparation.

It is worth mentioning that the main building, Eliot Building, is also responsible for managing several major student organizations of St. Clement's Abbey, such as the St. Clement's Abbey Student Union and the St. Clement's Abbey Debating Religious Studies Society. The offices of these organizations are all located in Eliot Building, and it is easy to find the wrong classroom.

Although Eliot Building is nearly a hundred years old, it has not stopped moving forward. In recent years, it has undergone several renovations and technical updates to meet the needs of modern Imperial teaching.

The introduction of facilities such as the interactive magic whiteboard and the Empire Coordination System has given new vitality to this ancient building.

As a plaque in the fourth-floor atrium of Eliot says, “The way of education is to enlighten the mind, pursue the truth, and continue the glory.”

Eliot Building has witnessed the nearly century-long history of St. Clement's Abbey. Every brick and tile of it is imbued with the academic atmosphere and humanistic spirit of this highest institution of learning in the southern continent.

Those who can gather here are the most promising young people in the contemporary Kreming Empire.

Before they knew it, the two of them had arrived at the spacious lecture hall deep in the corridor on the fourth floor.

The sunlight slanted in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a hazy golden hue over the entire classroom of several hundred square meters.

The classroom was filled with the laughter of students as they greeted and chatted happily with friends they hadn't seen over the weekend.

but.

The group divisions among students are also very obvious.

Although attending the same college, the students' identities and status are very different.

At a glance, you can see from right to left that the students of St. Clement's Abbey are divided into three areas: the aristocratic class composed of members of the royal family, great nobles, and important ministers' families; the core or neutral class composed of wealthy businessmen, officials, and children of remote nobles; and the popular class composed of special students and children of ordinary merchant families.

Even though they are all talented students, they find it difficult to break free from the constraints of their status and position, and unknowingly begin to form cliques based on their background and family positions.

Although the blond boy and the noble lady were qualified to join the noble side, they did not seem to want to reflect this label in the classroom, and only found two seats in the middle back with a good view.

There is still some time before the official class starts.

Sitting in the classroom, I can hear the conversations in the classroom clearly.

"The new professor is directly leading the Level 4 class? Is that amazing?"

"There's nothing we can do. Professor Blanche is already old enough to retire. He is able to continue teaching at St. Cremorne's Abbey because of Principal Violet's request to stay, and because he doesn't want to get involved in the military's call-up."

"Maybe they just couldn't find anyone, so they had to force a new professor to fill the vacancy."

"I heard a little bit about the new professor..."

The noble student who spoke lowered his voice.

"Any gossip?"

"He is a poor noble transferred from Nicksassend in the far northwest. He has probably never been to the capital before."

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of contemptuous sneers rang out among the noble students.

In the eyes of the aristocracy, those remote and poor nobles who brought shame to the aristocracy have been expelled from the nobility.

As they were talking, some of them couldn't help but look towards the far left side of the classroom, where there was a female student with long black hair.

In the classroom of their course, there was a typical descendant of a fallen aristocracy.

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

One has to admit that she has an innate talent for magic engineering.

But she could not change her fate of being looked down upon by the aristocracy because she chose to classify herself as a commoner.

"Which side will the new professor lean towards?"

"It is said that he is a young genius in magic engineering. He obtained an Imperial doctorate at the age of 23 and became a professor at Northwestern University in Nicksassend at the age of 25. However, he was transferred here before he could officially teach."

Another group of students were still whispering, and some were also worried.

The position of the course director often influences students' course selection tendencies.

In some classes, most of the students are from aristocrats, while in other classes, most of the students are from ordinary families.

If the professor is an aristocrat, it will be very difficult for common students to pass and get high scores.

The reason why Professor Brown was liked by many students was that he was not partial to either the aristocratic or popular factions, and he would not give preferential treatment or suppress students based on their backgrounds. He was very kind to all students.

It is very rare for a course to have a professor change midway, but if it does, it is a matter of luck.

Just as the students were talking, the front door of the classroom opened and light shone into the classroom.

All the students' eyes were focused on the black-haired man who walked into the classroom, and the voices gradually quieted down.

His appearance was like the morning mist rising from the calm lake at dawn, with a faint glow.

Mysterious, hazy, yet clear.

His every move revealed the condescending tolerance of secular culture, and his gentle eyes were only focused on subtle movements such as closing the door, walking up to the podium, and putting down the book. He would not be influenced by anyone.

Until he finally turned his eyes to look at the students on the other side of the desk.

Even though the conversation hasn't started yet.

But many students felt that he would not be a bad person after their first glance at him.

Because his eyes, as blue as the lake, naturally held compassion and thoughtfulness, but not a single bit of it was for himself.

Just for the lives and sufferings that I see.

That is the gaze of a saint.

The professor took off his fedora with a round top and a tiny brim.

The simple lines of this top hat, paired with a loose jacket over a gray suit vest, make him look more calm and reserved, like a scholar.

Gulp.

Many students in the classroom were stunned by his unique aura and swallowed subconsciously.

"I am Landry Wasington, the new professor at the School of Magical Engineering at Saint Clement's Abbey."

He introduced himself.

"Don't be too reserved. Today will probably be more like a seminar or explanation of the syllabus than a formal lecture."

The pleasant voice instantly awakened the students from their trance, and the atmosphere in the classroom became lively again.

Many students felt relieved by his appearance and even started discussing in low voices.

The new professor with black hair and blue eyes didn't pay any attention to the classroom which was gradually becoming noisy. He just let the students chat freely. He took off his grey trench coat slowly, hung it on the coat rack, and turned around again.

"Professor, what do you think of the current empire?"

A student sitting in the front row took the initiative to ask a question.

After briefly exchanging opinions with people around them, many students agreed that this professor was more of a moderate and conservative neutral, and might be biased towards neither the nobility nor the common people.

Although this question is sensitive, it is undoubtedly what all other students care about most, and it can help them find out the professor's faction and position.

“…”

Lanqi looked at the student who asked the question with a little confusion and said nothing.

Until this atmosphere made the classroom quiet again.

"The monastery exists to provide a safe haven for people who think independently. Political topics should not be involved in schools."

He finally spoke slowly, as if he was also thinking deeply about this question.

"We all know that the world is no longer the same. Some people are laughing, some are crying, and most people are silent."

The same course may be taken by students of different grades.

Due to the freedom of the course arrangement at St. Clement's Abbey, students can freely arrange their required and elective courses. However, many courses include prerequisite courses, so most students will still complete the more basic courses in the lower grades and unlock subsequent advanced courses.

Of course, if students want to learn more difficult courses in advance, they can contact the professor of the course directly, obtain permission, and then go to the Student Service Center to register.

Lanqi's current course is the advanced specialized magic engineering "Research on Demonic Magic Engineering" at Course Level 4. It is suitable for outstanding students who have completed their courses in the third year or are pursuing an honors bachelor's degree, as well as research students who stay in school after graduation. Regardless of which type, this type of class brings together the empire's youngest magic engineering talents.

"So what?"

Some students couldn't help but ask, they didn't quite understand why the professor didn't say anything about the inside of the empire but was more focused on the outside of the empire.

It has to be admitted that the current internal problems of the Kremlin Empire are closely related to its external problems, and are essentially causally related to each other.

But his perspective and what he saw seemed completely different from theirs.

"The messenger who stole fire for mankind is the embodiment of light, or the embodiment of death."

He opened the Grimoire: Old Chapters at hand and muttered to himself,

"Perhaps the moment when the Southern Continent truly needs a balance of terror has arrived."

(End of this chapter)