Chapter 715: Her fake identity was created by me
It was the first time for Paul and Dimitri to see Professor Laxmi so respectful and humble.
As a professor at the Spirit Tower, Laxmi is a superior transcendent who has reached the fourth energy level... Professor Laxmi's status is on the same level as the archbishop and the great alchemist.
A fifth-level supreme being directly controlled an entire nation. And while still in his prime, he had successfully reached a realm just one level below... He was undoubtedly a genius, a great figure.
——But the man who seemed cold, arrogant and distant enough in front of everyone was so humble at this moment.
He bowed respectfully, never daring to look up and meet the young lady's gaze. Even his voice, which was always hoarse, drawn out, and sounded sinister, became clear, soft, and clean.
You are so polite that people can't help but exclaim, "Oh, you can speak normally."
Paul had no doubt that Miss Aleister had not extended her hand, otherwise Professor Laxmi would have knelt down without hesitation and kissed her hand.
Xingti has always considered herself the "legitimate heir to the Herasil Empire," and therefore inherited the relevant etiquette of the imperial era. Female nobles of a lower rank can still extend their hands to request a kiss from men.
As long as a lady extends her hand to them, men of the same rank or lower must half-kneel and salute. Only male nobles one rank higher than them can bow their heads and kiss their hands; male nobles two ranks or more higher can refuse to salute.
In other words, Professor Rahimi tacitly assumed that the other party was of a much higher class than himself.
As he led the two away, Professor Laxmi bowed deeply to Aleister—bending at a depth of over ninety degrees. He then bowed twice more as he retreated. Finally, after exiting the door, he respectfully said, "May the moonlight bless you."
This scared both Paul and Dimitri.
They followed Professor Laxmi back to the room, not even saying a word on the way.
It wasn't until they were almost back to the other end that Paul finally saw that Professor Laxmi's face had returned to its deathly stiff expression.
"What did she do to you?"
Suddenly, Professor Laxmi asked coldly.
The hoarse and low voice finally made Paul breathe a sigh of relief.
Ah, it's that familiar Professor Laxmi again...
"Maybe I want to do something, but I haven't had time to do it yet..."
Dimitri blurted out.
"--Oh."
Professor Rahimi scoffed. "You're quite imaginative, you idiot. Keep it up. Perhaps this optimistic spirit will allow you to avoid feeling ashamed of your mediocrity when you're seventy."
"Well……"
Dimitri was speechless for a moment, and was skillfully slapped back by the professor's verbal weapon.
"Who is that young lady?" Paul asked Professor Laxmi. "Why do you respect her so much?"
"That's Earl Crowley's daughter, the royal family's top spy, General Carl's student, the Shadow Demon's contractor... and the sergeant major of the Army's 1st Special Operations Force."
Professor Raxmi skillfully spouted a long list of exaggerated titles.
But Paul frowned slightly.
"Is that all?"
He asked back, "I don't think it would make you so cautious if it's to this extent."
Professor Raxmi glanced at him and did not respond.
When he reached the door of the room, he patted Dimitri on the shoulder, opened the door, pushed him in, and closed the door again.
Then, he silently took Paul to his room and poured a cup of yellow bitter medicinal tea for himself and Paul.
He sat down, took a sip of the medicinal tea that was so bitter that it made him frown, but instead he slowly exhaled.
"—Of course it's more than that, Paul."
He suddenly said, "The above are her fake identities."
"...a fake identity?"
Hearing this, Paul was surprised. "You're not saying... I mean, the identities of the royal spy and the 'Secret Room'... could also be fake identities?"
"I just happened to be closely involved in this matter, so I know some of the truth. I helped her create her fake identity. Speaking of which... it was your 'mother' who originally assigned me this task."
Professor Laxmi glanced at Paul and said meaningfully.
The "mother" here certainly does not refer to Paul's biological mother... but his master, the royal spy known as "Blood Coral".
"Her true identity is the last head of the Bayard Group. You've probably heard of her name... After all, she's the largest investor in Huyue Manor. Perhaps your mother was once her blood slave."
Professor Raximi said sarcastically, "Her real name is Vignes Emile Zola Bayard. Although she used a fake body... the black crystal and silver cross necklace on her chest is proof of that."
"The black cross is the symbol of the Herasil Empire, and this pendant is called the 'Light of Herasil.' Starting ten years before the start of the Rift War, one was issued annually. It was given to 'an individual who is not a noble but has made outstanding contributions to the Empire.' Only one was given each year, and only ten were issued in total.
"Among them, number 002 was presented to Baroness Bayard. 'Baroness' is a female lord, not a formal title, and it cannot be inherited. These ten badges represent ten lordships... If you're a good history student, you should know what this means."
"...This is a sign of the collapse of the Herasil Empire."
Paul blurted out, "Towards the end of the Heracle Empire, the proportion of high-ranking transcendents who were not of noble descent continued to increase, causing violent conflict with the original aristocracy... The result was strong dissatisfaction among both the nobles and the commoners. The last Heracross chose to reach out to the commoners... That monarch launched the Heracle Light Project, attempting to convert commoners into nobles by offering only one non-hereditary lordship per year..."
Having said this, Paul fell silent.
Because the content that follows may be politically incorrect.
"--continue."
Professor Raximi took a sip of tea and replied coldly, "Tell me more about your opinion."
"...The result was that only one lord was appointed each year, and the title wasn't hereditary, which displeased the common people. The nobles were also disappointed with the royal family's concessions. At this time...the corruption of the Moon Child intensified internal conflicts, eventually leading the nobles to rebel against the royal family...The common people then stood up and attacked the nobles. Among them was the commoner-born alchemist Bashir Valentine, who later became the founding monarch of the Star Antimony Kingdom."
Paul said hesitantly.
"Heh," Professor Laxmi scoffed. "What do you think? This Star Antimony version of imperial history."
"...I think it's definitely not that simple. The process of the nobles' rebellion is too simplistic. But at least Valentine I should indeed be of commoner origin..."
"Hahaha."
Professor Laxmi laughed dryly, muttering to himself, "Even you can see that something's wrong, but those guys can't... Haha. Or perhaps, even though they clearly see something's wrong, they still refuse to give up..."
"……professor?"
Paul was a little confused.
And his voice reminded Professor Raxmi.
The professor, who looked as dry as a corpse, fell silent.
He took a few deep breaths and abruptly ended the topic:
"Anyway, Paul. Be careful with that woman. It's best to stay away from her. If the title 'Old Woman from the Imperial Era' doesn't stop you, then she has another identity...
"—She's the current Pope's mistress. She's a tough character who can compete with the Iron-Blooded Queen of Avalon for men. It's best not to treat her as a weakling."
"……I see."
Paul was immediately filled with awe.
Now he knew what level of tough guy that was.
(End of this chapter)
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