Did the villainous professor survive today?

"Take me to see it first."

Krenk said that in addition to purchasing the spiritual reagents for training physical skills, he also planned to buy some rare alchemical materials for experiments.

"Okay, Professor Krenk."

Enya led the way for Kroenke.

During this time, several employees wearing red vests and white shirts walked around, carrying the items to be auctioned upstairs to the auction booth.

Krenk's gaze lingered, noticing that the moving glass cases coming and going didn't contain the Spirit Rhinoceros Reagent he wanted.

"Wait a minute, what's this?"

Kroenke suddenly pointed to a glass display case that one of the waiters was pushing.

Inside the cabinet was a wooden stick, which was about to be put on the auction stage for sale.

The stick itself has no special features, and there is no magic flowing on its surface. If you had to say something, its only advantage is that the stick is so straight that you can hardly see any bending.

"Um, Professor Klenk, this is just a stick."

"Is that all?"

"Yes, it's just a very straight wooden stick, but strangely, many male customers are willing to pay for it, and even bid against each other for it."

Although Enya didn't understand the reason, she still patiently explained.

Kroenke's heart skipped a beat, and he said:

"When you bring it up later, please give me an offer. I want this, no matter the price."

"Is Professor Klenk still interested in this kind of thing?" Enya tilted her head.

"No, I have absolutely no interest in this stick," Krenk said firmly.

"But I'm very interested in the phenomenon you mentioned, so I'm going to take it back and study the psychology behind it; maybe it will come in handy in the future."

"Professor Krenk is amazing! His way of thinking is truly unique!"

Enya looked shocked. She silently took out a small notebook and wrote down her thoughts.

You dispelled Enya's doubts and prevented her from being exposed and facing death.

[Points +200!]

[Current points: 1000!]

Kroenke turned his gaze to the next item.

The two slowly walked along the auction exhibits. After browsing through all the items, Krenk handed the list to Enya:

"Remember to bid for these items for me. Afterwards, just send the materials and bills directly to the Ludwig residence, and the butler will allocate the funds to you."

He bought all the Lingxi reagents, a lot of alchemical materials for experiments, and several pieces of art that he found pleasing to the eye.

He didn't intend to waste too much time on bidding at the auction.

Enya took the list and put it away:

"Yes, teacher, shall I escort you back to your residence?"

"No need."

Kroenke said he took two strawberry-flavored bottles from the box containing the Re-Tex reagent, intending to take them with him for use.

"Well then, teacher, please take care!"

"Remember to give me the teaching assistant application form tomorrow."

Before leaving, Kroenke gave one last reminder.

"Yes, Professor Krenk!"

Kroenke nodded, stepped into the elevator, and returned to the first floor.

He walked through the hall, where the auction was about to begin. People were coming and going, and the air was filled with the subtle scent of perfume.

Suddenly, a pair of small hands reached out from behind and covered his eyes.

"Professor Kroenke, guess who I am?"

call out!

Upon noticing someone behind him, Kroenke instinctively elbowed him backward.

A soft touch came from the point of impact, followed by a scream of agony, and the hands that had been covering Krenk's eyes were withdrawn:

"Whoa! Professor Krenk! How could you be so rude to a lady?!"

Kroenke turned around and saw a woman with blue hair and an oval face clutching her right chest where she had been elbowed, looking miserable.

She had iris-colored purple eyes, clear and bright.

Kroenke retracted his right elbow:

"Instructor Olivia, please don't make such jokes about someone who was assassinated just two days ago."

At St. Auster Magic Academy, the ranks of faculty and staff are: Chief Professor - Professor - Associate Professor - Lecturer - Teaching Assistant.

The lecturer, named Olivia, had tears streaming down her face.

"Ouch, it hurts so much...it hurts so much..."

"Are you alright? Have something to eat."

Kroenke took a cup of vanilla ice cream from a tray held by a waiter and handed it to Olivia.

"Thanks……"

Olivia took the ice cream while sobbing and ate it in small bites.

Olivia Ansel

[Death Threat: C]

Compared to most of the teachers in the academy, Olivia can be described as completely heartless.

After waking up after a full 12 hours of sleep each day, only one thing is on her mind—

What to eat?

As for other things, I don't think about them at all.

St. Auster is a city of progress, so the college has strict requirements: every lecturer must teach at least one course per semester, and the content must be novel and unconventional to meet the school's pursuit of new educational ideals.

So, Olivia, who might be the only person in her life to seriously think about anything other than what to eat, came up with a brilliant idea: a meditation training course.

then.

On the first day of school, she openly fell asleep on the podium in front of hundreds of students, and even ground her teeth.

This unique teaching method, when introduced to the St. Auster Magic Academy, which is based on the teaching philosophy of innovation and openness, was a case of forcing growth in the new education system.

As for your question about why the college hired her as a lecturer?

It's simply because she's strong and can fight.

A sixth-tier genius elf, whose strength is second only to Principal Abraham in the academy.

In any case, all that's needed is a lecturer's salary to have a sixth-tier elf user uphold the academy's reputation, and the academy's council is willing to accept her shortcomings.

It's worth mentioning that the original character really disliked Olivia.

The main reason was that the predecessor thought Olivia was an idiot who possessed unparalleled talent but was wasting it so much, which infuriated him.

Olivia finished her ice cream in the paper cup, and without crying or fussing, returned the cup to Kroenke.

"Thank you, Professor Krenk, you're so kind."

"Just throw the leftover paper cups in the trash can..."

Looking at Olivia's outstretched hand, Krenk rubbed his temples, feeling like he was taking care of a child.

"oh."

Olivia turned around and threw the paper cup into the trash can.

Watching Olivia's retreating figure, Kroenke blinked, a sudden question forming in his mind. He asked:

"By the way, Olivia, what brings you to the auction house?"

"I heard they sell Lingxi reagent here, so I came to see if I can order one."

Olivia answered truthfully.

Kroenke was stunned:

"Why are you still interested in this kind of thing? Isn't this something only warriors from the combat academy would use? What are you going to do with it?"

Krenk has commissioned the auction house to buy all the reagents.

So he wanted to know what Olivia wanted the reagent for.

If I could find a way to make her owe me a huge favor, that would be the best outcome.

"I heard this stuff tastes really good, I want to try it, especially the strawberry flavor, it's said to be better than regular strawberry milkshakes."

Olivia's eyes were filled with longing.

Kroenke: "..."

This bizarre reason seems quite reasonable when applied to Olivia.

He took a vial of reagent from his pocket and waved it in front of Olivia:

"I'm sorry, I've already bought all the Lingxi reagents in today's auction, so you don't need to waste your time participating in the auction."

"Huh? Professor Kroenke, you bought them all? You didn't keep a single one?"

"I didn't keep any; I'm going to sell them." Krenk didn't want outsiders to know that he was practicing physical techniques.

"Professor Krenk, you've gone too far! How can you engage in monopolistic practices?" Olivia glared at him with resentment.

I'm going to draw a circle and curse you.

Kroenke shook his head and then said:

"However, I can give you the Spirit Potion, but I need you to do me a favor."