ately ducked their heads, afraid of being noticed. No one dared compare their family's background to the terrifying fanatics of the Extinction Branch, those with a touch of madness.「……」Looking at the...Chapter 314: Ranchi and Xide are Clearly Underachievers.

On one side of the reception hall, a staircase of light-brown stone wound its way upwards. In between, several elegantly dressed nobles were slowly descending, their sashes and hems swaying gently with their steps. {What You still don't know|.Read, no mistake chapter reading|Hurry up and google it}

As they walked, their low, rhythmic footfalls mingled with their hushed conversation. Though their voices were soft, every word seemed to echo uniquely in the vast emptiness of the hall.

In contrast, the lounge area in the center of the hall was unusually quiet. The candles on the gold stands flickered, and besides the crackling of the burning wood in the fireplace, the three people sitting on the sofa remained silent, waiting patiently as if they were in two separate worlds.

"Protos Royal Magic Academy...didn't we already have no malicious competition"

Seated on a plush sofa in the grand hall, Xia sat with a confused frown, whispering to Lanchi and Xide.

He learned from the casual conversations of his two senior classmates that the Protoss Royal Magic Academy might be undergoing a major transformation recently, with a completely different atmosphere.

"This is the headmaster of Protoss Royal Magic Academy. You are not allowed to be rude!"

Suddenly, as if he had sensed something, Lord Blakely von Bourne, master of the castle on the distant steps, turned his head and barked a command at the three young men sitting on the central sofa in the hall.

"Hug, I'm sorry."

Xia Ya was so frightened that he trembled, quickly lowering his head and avoiding eye contact.

He didn't expect that his voice would still be heard by the aristocratic middle-aged man, Sir Blake Bourne, so keenly. It was as if he had been paying attention to this side of the hall all along.

While the two middle-aged barons were behind her, on the steps Lilias glanced at Xia for a moment longer than usual. That brief look left Xia feeling even more embarrassed.

What are your thoughts on this

West Germany remained unmoved, and with more interest, looked back at Lanche.

I never expected that someone would actually come to the Snowy Province, taking advantage of the time difference and pretending to be knowledgeable.

"If someone pretended to be the Pope, what would you think"

Lan Qi also gazed at Xi De's violet eyes, his hand as usual rubbing the cat boss.

They had become accustomed to whispering their plots in broad daylight, and even if they openly mentioned the tyrannical Catholic church of Siegried, no one would believe them to be involved.

But speaking of which, ordinary people really wouldn't be able to expose the impostors at Protos Royal Magic Academy. After all, even the students don't know much about the inner workings of the academy, and lower-year students hardly ever get to interact with those high-level professors. Unlike Sid, who can use his fists to explain everything.

Xia Ya on the side was in a turmoil, hearing the conversation between the two, she didn't understand what they meant at all.

A few people in the distance were still slowly walking down a floor, chatting as they went.

"Baron von Boone, these two are friends of my son-in-law. They are students at the Royal Academy of Magic in Protoss and might know something about the school."

Lord Levenston, trying to smooth things over, eased the awkwardness for Xia.

"There have been quite a few imposters infiltrating the Snowfield Province recently. I suggest Professor Meiqi investigate this young couple's identities to avoid letting the wolf into the henhouse!"

Sir Black Thorne chuckled, stroking his two small mustaches, as he surveyed the two unfamiliar figures that had appeared beside Xia. He then cast a knowing glance at Professor Mech nearby.

For those who want to influence their speaking authority, it is better to err on the side of killing than to let them go.

"No need. Our city-state has verified their identities, and the magical sigil of the Protosian Royal Academy of Magic on their documents is impossible to forge."

Lord Levinston raised his hand in determined opposition.

Magic itself is a form of information. Everyone's magic is inherently different, and the Protoss Royal Magical Academy's seal originates from a magical device stamp left by Emperor Franklin when the school was founded a hundred years ago. Even the Imperial Grand Sage Isis couldn't replicate it.

"I think it's necessary to check, to examine students' academic performance and identity information. It is also my responsibility."

However.

Professor Mech finally spoke.

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

"……"

Lord Levenson, hearing this, could only helplessly relax his shoulders and stop speaking.

Even if he wanted to befriend the two young men and protect them, his interference was limited to counterbalancing Lord Blackthorn's attitude. He wouldn't dare to overstep Professor March's intentions.

After all, this is an internal matter of the Protoss Royal Academy of Magic.

Mech's pace remained as unhurried and measured as ever. He descended the stairs, arriving at the first floor of the hall. A hint of melancholy lingered in his features, mingled with the kind of solitude often found in those who possessed strength. He approached the three figures not far away.

"Please show me your student IDs."

"Here you go."

West Germany didn't mind either and took it out.

She is just an ordinary sophomore, unaware of the true story behind the fake principal.

Lance smiled slightly, took the documents from West's hand, and passed both hers and his over.

Meci nonchalantly accepted it, glancing briefly at the information on top.

"How many credits do you have...

"

West Germany whispered to Lanci.

"40, and you"

Lanche also answered in a low voice.

He still received his credits from Sid, the associate professor, every day from Tuesday to Friday, a total of four days.

"I still have 60, I'm much better than you."

West Germany was a master of controlling the score.

The conversation between the two made Xia's eyes twitch, and Professor Macy's face quickly turned gloomy.

To know that all first-year students at the Protoss Royal Academy of Magic can have a hundred or more credits.

These two are quite something, only a combined score of 100 points, and they seem rather proud of themselves. They don't look like freshmen either.

If Xia had not seen Xi De's skills, he would probably suspect that the two of them were the bottom of their class now.

"Professor McGee, remember our names Especially his."

West Germany pointed to the ranch beside him and asked Machi.

I won't remember the names of the poor students.

Mei Chi let out a cold snort, tossing their identification cards back into their hands. He felt that the two students were mocking him, wasting his time.

As soon as he finished speaking, Meiqi turned and left.

Professor Black Thorne, standing at a distance, merely shook his head with a wry smile upon hearing this.

There is no level of existence at all, so there's no need to communicate further.

In that empire's most austere and resource-rich school, the status of a poor student was even lower than a dog. Even if their identity was genuine, they posed no threat or value.

Fish look for fish, shrimp look for shrimp, and turtles look for tortoises.

To stay by the side of a pathetic, incompetent noble like Xia wouldn't make them an outstanding student. It was fortunate that Lord Leven Kinsston almost treated them as a treasure.

"Leven, brother, your eyesight is getting worse and worse. It's worrying that the husband-to-be you chose for Lily... You know, when Lily goes to the academy, a useless fellow will not only be unable to help her but might even stick to her like garbage, impossible to shake off."

Sir Blake Bourne patted Sir Levan Quinton on the shoulder, sighing.

I don't know if he was satirizing Xia, who is poor and thrifty, or if he was satirizing his two hired guards.

"If you truly care about Lily, you should take my words into consideration. My son Dean is not a bad match either. They are both promising young people and it would be good for them to get to know each other. Maybe she could even get Professor March's attention this way."

Sir Blake Bourne continued speaking to Lord Levin Cranton, his purpose now completely undisguised.

(The End)

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