Chapter 360: Hector Chases the Prince in the Snow

On the day of the interview, at the Academy's border exam site, the atmosphere was even more tense than during the written exam.

Dozens of soundproof tents blessed by magic, like small white mountains, were arranged neatly on the snowy plains.

The thousand candidates who passed the written exam were queuing outside the tents, waiting for the moment that would decide their final fate with anxious moods.

Just when everyone thought that today's interview would be hosted by the Academy's ordinary mentors in an orderly manner, a magic power fluctuation strong enough to suffocate people suddenly descended from the sky.

The apprentices and assistant instructors standing in the camp widened their eyes, almost unable to believe their eyes!

"Hec, Professor Hector?!"

"How did he come?!"

Professor Hector Lei En of the Tower of the Great Sage had actually come to the interview site from the Academy's hinterland in person!

Could it be that this old man also needed to replenish fresh blood?!

The faces of all the apprentices and even assistant instructors showed envious expressions, and while terrified, they bowed and saluted to this noble mage one after another.

I don't know which genius could make this big shot who usually didn't show his face come in person.

No—

It wasn't that they didn't know.

They heard that there was a full-mark test paper at the exam site, and it received full marks from the three assistant instructors in charge of grading.

I think this big shot came for this lucky one!

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

Just after Professor Hector arrived, a soft white light flashed in the space behind him, and Professor Boris Kelu of the Tower of the Holy Energy School walked out slowly from it.

At the same time, electric arcs flickered in the air on the other side, tearing open a crack out of thin air!

Professor Leo Sterlin of the Element School also came to the scene in person through the Mage Tower's teleportation array with a playful smile on his face.

The three top professors who usually only existed in legends were gathered at the small border interview site!

All the assistant instructors were shocked and speechless.

Usually, these big shots only showed their faces at the start of the exam. "Small things" like interviews were always handled by mentors who were short of hands. Today, the sun really came out from the west!

The three professors looked at each other tacitly, and invisible electric light seemed to flicker in the air.

Professor Leo broke the silence first. He smiled and said to Hector: "Hector, what a coincidence. I thought you were busy with your 'Void Realm' research. How do you have time to come here?"

"Presumably, it is a pious soul yearning for holy light that has attracted everyone's attention." Professor Boris also smiled and said pointedly.

Hector snorted coldly, too lazy to play riddles anymore, and said straight to the point: "We are all here for the same person. That full-mark apprentice named Mako Gage, his theory fits perfectly with the philosophy of the Tower of the Great Sage, he must be cultivated by us."

Professor Leo's smile remained unchanged, and he said softly.

"Then let's rely on our own abilities."

Although he said so, he couldn't help but mutter in his heart.

In terms of Void Realm resources, the Element Tower couldn't compare to the Tower of the Great Sage. He only had one card in his hand, which was to promise that candidate a good way out.

The Os Empire valued the Element Tower the most; after all, their "damage" was the highest and their output was the most stable.

Hope that little lad comes from a poor family.

Leo prayed silently in his heart, and at the same time looked at the assistant instructor standing stupidly to the side and ordered.

"Where is Mako Gage? I... and my old friends want to chat with him."

An assistant instructor named Giselle saw this, hurriedly stepped forward diligently, bowed and said: "Three professor adults, please wait, I will send someone to find that candidate!"

And in the crowd in the distance, the magic apprentice Milos, who was responsible for the swap plan, felt his brain go "buzz" and his mind went blank the moment he heard Hector say the name "Mako Gage," scared out of his wits.

He was probably the only mage among all the mages present who knew exactly how much "gold content" this name had.

Full marks? Mako Gage? That guy?!

This... how is this possible!

It wasn't that he didn't choose the test paper, but he couldn't believe that he was so lucky to have drawn that full-mark paper!

Milos's face was pale, and his lips were trembling.

His gaze drifted toward his senior, only to see that the senior was completely unaware of the severity of the situation, only envying that guy named Mako Gage.

Swapping test papers for apprentices was an industry with clear division of labor. Everyone in this industrial chain had very limited things to do. For example, his senior was only responsible for covering, while he was responsible for the specific swapping of test papers and collecting money.

No one would ask him how much money he collected, and he wouldn't know how much he took, or which mage master the storage ring for collecting money belonged to.

And this also meant that once he was in trouble, he could at most bite his senior, and as long as he or his senior died, this matter could sink into the sea like a cut line.

Milos realized that the situation had completely spiraled out of control. He couldn't imagine what kind of terrible end he would face after the lie was exposed.

Lost and dejected, he no longer cared about anything else, retreated into the crowd bit by bit, didn't even dare to pack his luggage set up in the camp, and fled toward the Luo De Kingdom with all his might without looking back.

There was a chance to return in a low profile after the limelight passed, but if he were caught on the spot, he would really be dead!

At the same time, the assistant instructor named Giselle was still shouting at the top of his lungs in the camp, looking for the candidate named Mako Gage.

"Candidate Mako Gage! Number 1034! Please go to the main tent for an interview immediately! Damn it! Where did this guy go!"

Such a good opportunity and he doesn't come!

What is he thinking!

Giselle was anxious and ran around in the camp, asking everyone he caught if they had seen a guy named Mako. However, the name wasn't written on the face, and everyone he caught looked blank.

The three big shots sitting in town made the pressure of the entire interview site reach its peak.

Those candidates waiting for the interview were as nervous as prisoners about to be sent to the judgment seat, their legs trembling when they walked into the interview tent, and they often performed poorly after saying only a few words due to excessive nervousness.

And those mentors in charge of the interview were also on pins and needles, fearing that they wouldn't perform professionally enough in front of the academic giants, and even their questions became cautious.

Time passed bit by bit in this scorching and weird atmosphere.

The interview queue became shorter and shorter, and one candidate after another walked out of the interview tent, either ecstatic or dejected, embarking on a future leading in different directions.

Including Fenike and the others.

It was a pity that both he and Ilala failed the interview, but instead, the "blacksmith's son" Balie, who looked the least smart, passed the assessment.

The moment he learned that he suspectedly possessed the potential of Bronze strength, he was as crazy as if he were crazy, as if a broad road had already been paved in front of him.

He swore—

He would definitely not live up to everyone's expectations of him and become a truly powerful mage!

Although Ilala was regretful, there was also a bit of relief on her face.

If she hadn't seen Hekajelin's experience, she would probably have been incomparably regretful for her failure, but now she had more peace and relief in her heart.

Magic was not the only thing worth pursuing in this world; perhaps the window Saint Xisi prepared for her was not here.

"Speaking of which... where is Mr. Kelin?" she suddenly noticed that the carriage in the camp was gone and couldn't help but ask her dejected partner curiously.

"Don't know... maybe he entered the Academy through other methods, or maybe he already left. I didn't see him yesterday." Fenike shook his head, feeling upset.

From afternoon to dusk, the sun slowly tilted west, dyeing the snow with a layer of golden red.

However, that "Mako Gage," who should have been the most eye-catching and even attracted the three professors to wait in person, was late to appear.

Seeing that the sun was about to set and the last candidate had also finished his interview, Hector Lei En, who was meditating in the tent, finally couldn't sit still.

His face, which was as calm as an ancient well, was now as gloomy as the sky before a storm.

He found the assistant instructor Giselle, whose back had long been soaked in cold sweat, again.

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

"Where is the person?" Hector's voice was not loud, but full of unquestionable majesty.

Professor Leo of the Element School and Professor Boris of the Holy Energy School didn't speak, but their faces were also filled with displeasure.

Even if it's a genius.

He shouldn't have stood them up.

"Pro... Professor, we searched the entire exam site and asked the apprentices at the registration office, but we didn't find this Mr. Mako Gage..." Giselle's voice was trembling, and he gradually realized that things might not be as simple as he thought.

Hector's gaze became cold, and he vaguely sensed something.

"Get his original answer sheet for me! Now!"

"Yes!!!"

Giselle screamed and rushed out of the tent.

Although all the failed papers had been destroyed, the papers that passed the written exam, as important files, were all kept intact in the file office and had numbers.

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

Too late to think, Giselle almost crawled to take the legendary "full-mark scroll" from the file office, not even daring to look at the increasingly gloomy faces of the three professors.

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

However, the moment the scroll was fully unfolded, he was dumbfounded on the spot.

There were no high-level discussions about the Void Realm or Source Power in that scroll, only a doggerel poem with crooked handwriting.

Hector saw his expression as if he had seen a ghost, and already had an extremely ominous premonition in his heart, but still ordered in a cold voice.

"Read."

"I..." Giselle's lips were trembling, almost crying.

"I told you to read!" Hector's voice increased a bit, his pupils turned golden, emitting boundless majesty.

Giselle dared not delay any longer, could only bite the bullet, and read the unrhymed doggerel poem aloud with a trembling voice and tears:

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

"My heart is a hungry wolf in the wilderness, howling under the starry sky, stupid mortals, how do you know the blood, tears, and nobility of art?"

The tent was quiet.

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

"Pfft—"

Professor Leo Sterlin of the Element School was the first to fail to hold back and laughed.

But the next second, he forcibly held it back under Hector's murderous gaze, his face turning from white to red.

As for Professor Boris of the Holy Energy School, he just closed his eyes, shook his head helplessly, and let out a long sigh in his heart.

Scandal!

This is a naked, the biggest recruitment scandal in the Academy in the past hundred years!

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

Even if he was ignorant of worldly affairs, he instantly understood what had happened—someone had replaced the genius's paper with a fool's paper, and performed a shocking scam under his nose, playing everyone present in the palm of his hand—

How dare this shameful mortal deceive his noble self!

Especially not long ago when the exam just started, he had just said high and mighty—"Protecting your own achievements from being plagiarized is also part of the assessment."

Now, this sentence was like a boomerang stuck in his chest.

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

"Bang!"

Hector stood up abruptly, powerful magic power dissipated from him, and the strength of a high-level transcendent made the entire reception tent buzz!

He issued a thunderous roar to all the assistant instructors and apprentices outside the tent.

"Check it for me!"

"I want to check it to the end!!!"

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

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

Inside the carriage, a young "poet" was sitting opposite Luo Yan, chanting his masterpiece with cadence.

This poet was none other than the legendary full-mark apprentice who was "divine and elusive" at the exam site—Mako Gage.

As for why this young poet was so excited that he sang loudly, it had to start from a day ago when they met at a small tavern near Eagle Rock Territory.

Mako Gage, this "legendary poet," was dissatisfied with the strict discipline of his father Dorian and butler Yankov, and even more dissatisfied with them sending him to the Academy to learn boring and dull magic, so he slipped out of the traveler camp while the butler was busy making connections.

This young master who had never lived a hard day in his life naively thought that with his "talent," he could be full with just one mouth, so he neither brought luggage nor took a penny of travel expenses.

He wanted to start from scratch and become a great poet respected by all.

However, reality soon gave him a loud slap in the face.

When Shala found him in the corner of the tavern, this "great poet" was worrying about his lunch, trying to trade an incoherent impromptu poem for a piece of black bread in the landlady's hand.

The landlady probably took a fancy to him; it's just that what she took a fancy to was probably not his poem, nor his talent, but his delicate little face.

Out of pure curiosity, Luo Yan walked over as "Mr. Kelin."

He expressed that he was also a traveler who loved art, expressed high appreciation for Mako's "talent," and generously ordered a roast meat and ale for him.

Perhaps he was starving, Mako didn't pick, wolfed down the meal, and revealed his itinerary during the meal—

He planned to go to the Shengcheng. Everyone was rushing to the Academy, regarding that desolate and cold hall as a holy land, but he just wouldn't do that; he was going to the real holy land to make a pilgrimage!

Naturally, Luo Yan said the next "what a coincidence," and then expressed that he happened to be going south and might pass by Dragon View City.

Out of love for talent, he enthusiastically invited this fallen poet to sit in his carriage, expressing his willingness to give him a ride.

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

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

"Sir, you don't know how hypocritical the Academy is! Those guys who call themselves great mages wave their hands, 'boom,' and a stone tablet as high as a mountain pops out of the ground! But they would rather let tens of thousands of us poor bugs freeze like dogs in the wind and snow, biting each other like dogs on the snowy plains, than wave their hands again to chisel a cave for us to avoid the snow!"

"Do you think they don't have the ability? No! They have plenty! They can even build ten thousand Mage Towers, letting everyone who yearns for them try whether they are that piece of material, but they just deliberately don't do it! They force us to write those dog-shit things in the freezing cold! Through that obedience test."

"And those exam questions! They are even more ridiculous! Weighing a person's soul like gold coins on a scale, a group of guys who don't care about souls at all are also worthy of discussing what a soul is? I advise them to close the door of that 'Void Realm' quickly, don't let the things on the opposite side see what kind of ugly things are peeping at them. Really, I'm ashamed for them!"

He caught his breath, changed the subject, and began to mock his hometown again.

"Of course, the Academy is not a good thing, and the Luo De Kingdom is the same! Every knight is cursing the Academy for snatching the young lads in their territory, but not a single knight master is willing to look in the mirror and see what kind of virtue they are. Are the farmers too cunning? Are the citizens too greedy? No! It's those nobles! Those sanctimonious people with the most despicable desires!"

"They turned the women of the kingdom into prostitutes, some wearing sheep's clothing to sell their asses, some dressed in clothes and pretending not to be selling their asses. No one is willing to listen to my poems, except you. Those prostitutes just want to reach into my pocket and touch my gold coins! And the men of the kingdom have also been trained by them into mental dwarfs, sheep under sticks, turtles in ponds, either licking the nobles' leather shoes or licking the mages' magic wands, or chasing gold coins with the Emperor's head printed on them. Not only are they inferior to the extreme, but they also arrogantly think that people are born to be like maggots—like my father!"

"I admit, I don't have the ability to deal with any of them, but I still have a little bit of other skills. So, I decided to give them some color!"

Mako's eyes flashed with confident light, and he continued to talk endlessly, "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, my inspiration was surging! I wrote a poem, a war 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 have been 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 broken place in the first place!" Mako said proudly, seemingly unaware that his family had replaced his paper.

But it didn't make a difference.

If the paper hadn't been swapped, his poem probably wouldn't have had the chance to make the noble mage master furious, at most it would have been burned as trash by an apprentice.

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

"Home? Fun? Sir, I must reiterate, I am serious!" Mako said seriously, "My soul belongs to the Shengcheng, and that hall of art truly belongs to me. I will never come back again in my life. I have broken away from that cage. Perhaps you think I will eventually die outside, but if this is the fate arranged for me by Saint Xisi, then let it come! The holy light will eventually take my soul to the place where it belongs, whether it is hell or heaven!"

"As for my father—if he thinks that as long as he earns enough money or has enough magic power, he can change the fate of the family, then let him drown in the vault with this ridiculous thought! I'll put it here, no passenger can safely get off a crumbling ship, even if he becomes a Great Sage himself, he can't escape his fate!"

This person is very aggressive, biting people without recognizing his own kin.

Although the poem is average.

Luo Yan suddenly looked at this "hungry wolf" with admiration.

"Mr. Mako, I look at you with admiration... Your poetry is full of rebellious spirit and power, which is a rare quality, even in a place like the Shengcheng. I have no doubt that you will become a legendary... poet there."

These words greatly encouraged Mako, his back straightened involuntarily, and he couldn't hold back the corner of his mouth with excitement.

"You have been to the Shengcheng?!"

"Of course, everyone who yearns for art has been there," Luo Yan said with a smile, and suddenly changed the subject, continuing: "By the way, about your poem, I think the flaw is that it doesn't rhyme enough, and the theme is slightly biased."

"Biased?" Mako asked puzzled.

Luo Yan didn't answer directly, but asked back with guidance: "Is it really the cage of 'knowledge' that binds you? Why not change 'knowledge' in the poem to 'class' and try it."

He looked at Mako's blank face, his voice seeming to carry a magic that could pierce people's hearts.

"You were born into a wealthy merchant family, living a comfortable life, but you are despised by those fallen hereditary nobles. You yearn for free art, but you are forced by your family to go to the Academy to exchange for a magic wand. Isn't the cage that truly locks your soul this set of barriers you cannot overcome and cannot get rid of?"

"We all know that this has nothing to do with knowledge. Even... it is precisely because of the barriers of class that true knowledge cannot be passed on freely," Luo Yan's gaze was deep, "And most importantly, you shouldn't push those who pursue knowledge to your opposite side. You should unite those who yearn for change and stand with the only piece of softness in their hearts."

These words were like a thunderbolt, and like a holy light piercing the darkness, instantly striking the softest piece in Mako's heart.

"Sir!" Mako grabbed Mr. Kelin's hand excitedly, his voice trembling with excitement, "You... your words, they really hit my heart!"

Luo Yan smiled, withdrew his hand without a trace, waved it lightly, signaling him not to mind. Then, he took out a letter he had prepared long ago from his arms.

"Since you are going to the Shengcheng, send a letter for me." He handed the letter to Mako and said softly, "Give it to a gentleman named Tangtais. He will introduce you to where you should go, sponsor your dream, and help you become a real poet."

"Thank you, sir! You are really a good person!"

Mako solemnly tucked the letter close to his body.

He looked at this warm and wise "Mr. Kelin" in front of him, his heart full of gratitude, but still couldn't help asking suspiciously.

"Sir, aren't you going south? Don't you pass by the Shengcheng?"

Luo Yan smiled and shook his head, finding a perfect excuse for their separation: "No, actually I won't go that far. I just appreciate your talent so I gave you a ride and brought you away from that place of right and wrong... As for me, the person coming to pick me up is almost here."

More than a dozen Griffins were moving toward his direction at high speed. Although the Academy and the Luo De Kingdom were both part of the Empire, there was still a nominal border between them.

It could be seen that they were really in a hurry.

Luo Yan changed the subject and took out a small but heavy money bag from his side and handed it to Mako.

"Also, there are thirty silver coins here, just as a reward for you chatting with me for so long and relieving my boredom."

"No no no! Sir, I absolutely cannot accept this!" Mako seemed to be scalded, waving his hands repeatedly, "It is my honor to talk to a gentleman like you! How can I accept your money again?"

In his view, Mr. Kelin was his soulmate, his Bole, their communication was the collision of souls, a pure discussion of art, and must not be tainted by money.

He hated money the most in his life!

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

What was in that money bag was exactly all the rewards he got from Fenike after crusade against "Green Tooth" Hekajelin.

Using the pension of one "poor person" to sponsor the dream of another "poor person" was the fairest deal.

"Accept it," Luo Yan's tone was unquestionable, but carried a trace of gentle encouragement, "A real poet should not be trapped by travel expenses on the road to pursuing art. Just take it as me sponsoring your dream."

The carriage stopped slowly at the next inn.

Mako gripped the heavy bag of silver coins and the letter of extraordinary significance tightly. When he got off the carriage, he bowed deeply to Luo Yan solemnly.

"Sir, don't worry! From today on, I will hone my art on the journey and earn the remaining travel expenses with my own ability! I will definitely not live up to your expectations!"

"Go."

Luo Yan nodded to him with a smile, watching this young "poet" full of hope disappear on the road to the Shengcheng, and then turned back to the carriage.

The carriage set off again.

Watching Mako's back disappear at the inn door, Shala, who had been silent, finally couldn't help but speak.

"Prince," her voice carried a trace of confusion, "why didn't you kill him? It was clearly him who caused your failure in the exam."

In her simple cognition, the offense against the Demon King should naturally be repaid with death. She found this guy for this reason.

Luo Yan smiled, opened the book he hadn't finished reading, and asked back casually: "Shala, do you think I need that paper?"

He never thought about killing anyone, at most he just pondered whether to hand the lad over to the Academy.

Shala was stunned and shook her head lightly.

Obviously, scores had no meaning to the Demon King. A monarch didn't need to be graded by anyone.

"Keep reading, anyway we will return to the Shengcheng. I actually think that lad will become a chess piece that can bring me surprises."

He was a human from the Underworld, but he had no obligation to help the Empire prune the extra branches on the trunk.

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

This was what a Demon King should do.

The carriage continued on the mountain road for a while, and suddenly there were a few Griffin cries from the sky.

Then, a few Griffins dived down from the clouds, their wings rolling up strong winds, and landed steadily on the mountain road ahead.

The one sitting on the Griffin's back was assistant instructor Giselle.

He recognized this gorgeous carriage that was out of place with the surroundings at a glance; some apprentices had seen it in the camp before!

Giselle, who jumped off the Griffin, almost crawled over, ignoring the mud and snow on the ground, and knelt directly in front of Luo Yan's carriage, confessing in a voice terrified to the extreme.

"Roxai Kelin... I am the Academy's assistant instructor, Giselle! Sorry, really sorry! There was a serious oversight in our work, making your scroll... accidentally... not enter the correct procedure! Your noble name should have appeared on the stone tablet!"

He confessed, praying for forgiveness, his forehead against the cold ground, not daring to lift it at all.

The curtain was lifted gently, and Luo Yan walked off the carriage.

He walked up, personally helped this terrified assistant instructor up from the snow, with a gentle smile as always.

"Please get up, assistant instructor." His voice was as calm as a mountain spring, smoothing out the panic in Giselle's heart, "It seems there was some unpleasant misunderstanding between us. Can you tell me? What exactly happened?"

He was asking knowing the answer.

Giselle stammered, looking at this noble gentleman, and for a moment didn't know where to start, and didn't know whether he should tell the Academy's scandal to him.

The Academy had found the real number of the swapped scroll overnight, and also found the real owner of that "full-mark answer sheet" through registration information—it was just that no one expected that the answerer was this Prince Kelin from the Shengcheng!

There were many princes in the Empire, but I heard that this Prince wasn't an ordinary prince, and had good relationships with many prominent families. It was said that he also had a vast fief in a distant world.

Although I didn't know why he didn't go through the directed recruitment channel and had to go through the trouble of participating in the apprentice assessment, he was clearly carrying Count Silfen's recommendation letter.

In the carriage, Tafu, who was dozing off, finally couldn't help but let out a pig-like "pfft" laugh.

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

She didn't mock the lad who was chasing his dream. In her view, the child was stupid but not bad, and was also someone led by the nose.

However, seeing the belly-black Demon King and the mage begging for forgiveness, she still couldn't help it—how could these knowledgeable guys be so bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

Just when Giselle was stammering, not knowing how to explain this huge scandal, there was new movement in the air.

That wasn't the cry of a Griffin, but a more ethereal horse neigh.

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

The door opened, and Professor Hector Lei En walked out of the carriage in person.

He no longer had the majesty and irritability at the exam site, and his face carried a trace of apology and respect that was just right.

Walking quickly to Luo Yan, he first shook off the snow on his body, then nodded slightly, expressing the Academy's apology on behalf of assistant instructor Giselle who was "not qualified."

"Noble Prince, I am Professor Hector of the Tower of the Great Sage. I welcome your arrival on behalf of the Academy and the Mage Tower I belong to... I failed to meet you, please forgive me."

Luo Yan looked at this professor whose attitude had turned one hundred and eighty degrees, smiled gently, and didn't blame him at all.

"Where, Professor, you are overstating it. I just didn't pass, you don't have to be so polite, I am someone who can afford to lose."

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

He was embarrassed and wanted to explain that things weren't like this, but didn't know how to explain the twists and turns, could only look at Luo Yan with a gaze close to begging.

"Things were our mistake, please... give us a chance to explain, correct, and compensate you. There are many misunderstandings here, I will explain the origin of the matter to you personally after we go back."

Luo Yan looked at the professor's embarrassed look and didn't continue to make things difficult for him.

I think his face was already painful enough; if he kept holding on, it would seem like he was unforgiving.

However—

There were some things he still had to do.

"Professor Hector, I hope this matter has a statement, not just a statement about my scroll... what do you think?"

Hector's face stiffened slightly, but thinking that if the matter reached the Shengcheng, the joke would probably be even bigger, he finally nodded.

"Okay, I promise you!"

Of two evils, choose the lesser; don't let family scandals out.

Anyway, it was the result the Prince wanted, and offending anyone wasn't his trouble.

Luo Yan nodded with a smile.

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

Hector smiled bitterly.

"Prince, you are joking again. With your knowledge, letting you be an apprentice is simply an insult to you and your knowledge..."

Pausing, he continued sincerely.

"I want to hire you as a mentor for the Academy. You will not only have your own meditation room, laboratory, and lecture hall, but also be able to freely borrow the Academy's collection and communicate academic results with other mages."

"I think you didn't come here to listen to those assistant instructors whose level is far inferior to yours... I wonder what you think?"

Indeed.

This was the purpose of Luo Yan's trip.

He pondered for a while and nodded with a smile.

"Then I will respectfully obey."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 361 =====