Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 136 Joining the Institute of Ecology

Muirner went to the side and rummaged through the books on the table, finding a brooch.

The brooch is made of silver and has the institute's logo—a tender seedling—on it.

"This is your access pass to the Ecological Institute. With this, you can freely enter and exit the Ecological Institute every day."

"Come here as soon as you arrive. No matter where I am, I'll know you've arrived very quickly."

Muirner handed the brooch to Caesar, his eyes filled with anticipation.

"If you're willing, I can also grade your end-of-term summary as the dean. If you want research compensation, I can also apply for it for you."

Feeling the dean's expectant gaze, Caesar hesitated for a moment before accepting the brooch.

"Thank you for your trust, Professor. When should I come over?"

“Hmm… let me think… how about Friday and Saturday afternoons? There are no classes at school then, so you should be free, right?” Muirna asked.

“No problem,” Caesar agreed.

“That’s great,” Muirner said happily. “I’ll have some snacks and juice ready, and we’re sure to have a great chat.”

"If possible, I hope there won't be any spicy mints," Caesar said with a wry smile.

“Actually, I think spicy mints are quite interesting,” Muirner said.

"It's getting late, you should go home early,"

Muirner picked up the large pot of snowdrops and presented it to Caesar.

"And this too, as long as the Flower Fairy is there, it won't wither. But when you get back, you still need to take good care of it. Also, after the Flower Fairy blessed you, it will always follow you. Remember to give this little guy a name."

"Um, what should I be careful about when raising it?" Caesar asked.

“Of course, you should spend more time with it, care for it, and treat it as a friend,” Muirner said.

"That sounds easy," Caesar thought.

"I must take my leave now, Professor Muirner," Caesar said goodbye.

“Goodbye, oh, and remember to say hello to little Flint for me,” Muirner suddenly said.

Seeing Caesar's surprised look, she smiled and said, "Because you smell like Freya. I'm very close to little Freya."

Caesar subconsciously sniffed, but quickly realized that elves are quite sensitive to the scent of their own kind. He and Freya were often in contact, so he naturally picked up her scent. Moreover, as one of the few elves in the capital, and Freya being the president of a large company, it wasn't strange that she knew Muirna.

“And I also smelled another elf on you. It’s a warm and comforting scent, which is probably why I liked you at first sight,” Muirna said with a smile, her eyes narrowed.

Caesar smiled and said, "She is my elder. I was adopted and raised by her when I was a child."

“Oh, no wonder.” Muirner seemed to have thought of something, and nodded while stroking his chin.

After bidding farewell to Muirner, Caesar left the ecological institute carrying a large pot of vibrant snowdrops.

Today's gains have exceeded my expectations. I originally just wanted to come and ask about this flower, but I didn't expect to be able to establish a relationship and make friends with the Dean of the Wangguo Ecological Institute, a world-class scholar.

Although this scholar looks quite young and has a very lively mindset.

However, if this relationship can continue to develop, it would be extremely important for him to gain the support of this great scholar in the future. He certainly cannot give up such a good opportunity.

Another point is that he genuinely felt a sense of close friendship when chatting with this professor.

"Does this mean I've joined the Institute of Ecology? As a first-year student?" he chuckled to himself.

rustle.

From within the enormous flower, the flower fairy's tiny body emerged, her large, dark eyes gazing at him curiously.

Caesar smiled at it: "Let's go home."

The Ecological Institute, Muirner's residence.

The elf was sitting at the table, sketching the blooming snow lilies she had just seen in her notebook with a pencil. She would occasionally tap the pencil against her chin, recalling the image in her mind. Just then, the doorbell rang.

"Come in, the door's unlocked," Muirner said, head down, as he continued drawing.

With a click, the door opened, and a tall figure walked in and entered the living room.

“Long time no see, little Green.” Muirner turned his head and gave him a faint smile.

The former kingdom's general, Grindelwald, showed extreme respect to the elven girl, keeping his hands close to his sides and bowing slightly in greeting.

Good afternoon, teacher.

Muirner did not respond to Greenwald's greeting, but continued to draw illustrations in his notebook, and did not ask him to sit down.

Greenwald stood there quietly, head down, without saying a word.

Finally, it was Muirner who spoke first: "What brings you here today?"

Her tone was light, but Greenwald felt a little heavy-hearted.

He hesitated for a moment and said, "Recently, a group of students from Saint Yallo will be taking their graduation exams, and we hope you can give them a speech."

"If it's just to give a speech for the children, of course I'll go, but it seems that's not your real purpose, is it, Greenwald?"

Muirner turned around, his emerald green eyes still smiling, and the latter's heart sank.

“I don’t like children who lie. If you think I will reject you for telling the truth, you don’t have to come in the first place.”

She stared at Greenworth, but he dared not look her in the eye.

"Is there anything else?" Muirner asked.

Greenwald remained silent for a moment, then finally looked up: "Surna is about to open that ruin, and the Ungol faction is about to begin the [Penetrater Project], if the project starts..."

“I’ve told you many times, Greenworth, I have no interest in politics,” Muirner said calmly, without stopping his drawing.

“But this is not just a conflict between countries; it also endangers civilians in the Mogans region,” Greenworth said.

"So you think that I will definitely care about those innocent lives and will step in to save them, so since you have me as your guarantee, you can act recklessly, right?" Muirner said calmly.

"That's not what the student meant."

Greenwald looked terrible; he had never felt this desperate, not even when facing life-or-death situations in the past.

Although he has already seen Muirner's attitude, now that he's already standing here, he's unwilling to give up so easily.

"We really need your help this time, teacher," he said, swallowing nervously before continuing:

"The Borogen Valley redevelopment plan that the Ecological Institute is about to begin also needs the support of the Cabinet Committee."

Snapped.

The pencil was slammed onto the table by Muirna. She stood up abruptly, turned her head, and her beautiful eyes were now filled with a deep chill. Her attitude had completely changed, and Greenwald felt as if the air around him had frozen.
"Are you threatening me?"

"No"

"go out."

The tone was already one of absolute certainty that there was no possibility of negotiation. Grindelwald sighed and bowed deeply to Muirner.

"I'm so sorry, I've upset you, teacher."

He paused for a few seconds, then got up and left the residence.

Muirner sat down again, but instead of picking up a pen to draw, he looked out the window at the clouds that were gradually turning red.

She gazed at it for a long time, then took a pale blue mint from her pocket, popped it into her mouth, sipped it for a moment, and whispered:

"It has no taste at all."

(End of this chapter)