Did the villainous professor survive today?

"What's wrong?"

The "L" in the mirror asked curiously.

"I need to ask you about something."

Kroenke asked,

"How much do you know about the current Pope of the Holy Kingdom having a son?"

The shadowy figure in the mirror remained silent for a few seconds, as if deep in thought:

"have no idea."

"Don't you know...?" Krenk thought to himself, turning around and walking outside.

"V".

Kronk had only taken two steps when 'L' called him back again.

"What are you doing?"

Kroenke turned his head away impatiently.

"Talking to you has already wasted a lot of time, and it won't be easy to answer Sistine's questions later."

『L』Get straight to the point:

"I've never heard of the current Pope having another son, 'V'. How do you know this?"

"I learned it from Princess Isabel."

"V, stay away from Isabel. Getting too close to the daughter of the Holy Kingdom's Pope is not a good thing. And just now, your standing up for Enya was completely unnecessary."

As he spoke, 'L's' tone seemed to change.

"'V', come to think of it, neither of these actions is like your style. It's as if... you've really become Krenk Ludwig."

Kroenke was startled.

Is 'L' questioning my identity?

That's true; these two actions were indeed unlikely for the original 'V' to do.

Kroenke let out a heavy sigh:

"I need to emphasize to you that the task Lady Mengxiang assigned me is to play the role of the chief professor without revealing my identity, and then await further orders!"

"Everything I did, whether it was teaching the Third Princess Isabel or standing up for Enya, was to play the role of the chief professor while keeping it from Sistine."

"If you have any objections, you can raise them with Lord Mengxiang, instead of ordering me around."

Or perhaps...

He took half a step forward, his eyes fierce as if he wanted to tear those two eerie blue lights out of the shadows.

"Have you now dared to question Lord Mengxiang's arrangements?"

You have temporarily dispelled L's doubts about you.

[Points +1000!]

[Current points: 8850!]

The point of light in the mirror remained silent for a few seconds before replying softly:

"Alright, whatever you say, but I'll say this: Isabel is the bearer of chaos magic. Getting close to her will bring misfortune, and there are other unnecessary things to do. If this affects the mission, I will report it to Lady Mengxiang."

"Thanks for reminding me."

Krenk scoffed and walked outside.

He had just arrived at the bathroom door and hadn't even had a chance to open it when he heard a creak and the door opened by itself.

The man who entered was a slightly overweight, balding middle-aged man with thinning hair.

He was wearing a brown faculty uniform, not formal attire for the banquet.

"Professor Kroenke?"

The middle-aged man was somewhat taken aback upon seeing Krenk.

Kroenke glanced sideways and breathed a sigh of relief when he noticed the shadow in the mirror had disappeared.

"Who are you?" Krenk was somewhat unfamiliar with the face in front of him.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Connor Moriarty, and I'm a newly hired lecturer at the academy this year, responsible for teaching puppetry and mechanics."

Connor scratched his head with a laugh.

Conor Moriarty

[Death Threat: B]

Looking at the system panel, Kroenke suddenly became alert.

The level of this death threat is a bit ambiguous...

Moreover, he mentioned that he was a newly hired lecturer this year.

This condition meets the condition of 'L'.

Moreover, the timing of his appearance was too coincidental.

"I thought my puppet was sturdy enough, but the professor smashed it in one go," Connor said, as if mocking himself.

"So you made that puppet?"

Kroenke stopped walking and exchanged pleasantries with Connor.

Regardless of whether the other person is actually 'L' or not, as long as Sistine asks him why he spent so long in the restroom when he gets back, he can still blame it on Connor and thus conceal his conversation with 'L'.

"Yeah, yeah," Connor said, feigning misfortune.

"I thought that puppet could withstand the attack of a third-tier mage. It seems there's still a lot of room for improvement."

"It's alright, don't worry, your puppet is enough."

"Kronk said reassuringly."

He naturally couldn't tell the other party that his attack had stacked several different buffs in one go, and that it was only thanks to the fact that the exam content was stationary output, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to achieve such a spectacular effect.

"Thank you for your comforting words, Professor. I'll go back and look into it."

It seems that Kroenke's previous performance has been a significant blow to Connor.

"No need for that, just enjoy the banquet tonight."

As Krenk spoke, he suddenly thought of something.

"By the way, Instructor Connor, why aren't you wearing a formal dress? Are you going to the dance like this?"

Connor paused for a few seconds before awkwardly saying:

"I'm sorry, Professor, I don't have a female companion."

Where is your wife?

Krenk recalled that the banquet allowed family members of the invitees to attend.

"Um, I'm not married yet."

Connor answered truthfully.

"Oh, okay," Krenk looked Connor up and down. "Instructor Connor, at your age, it would be better for you to find a partner so you can have someone to take care of you."

Connor suddenly stared at Kroenke, blinked, and said nothing.

"What's wrong?"

Kroenke was completely bewildered.

"Well..." Connor pointed to himself, hesitated for a moment, and then told the truth, "Professor, I'm 25 years old."

Kroenke was shocked: "You're 25?!"

He's 25?!

Are all the mechanical engineers at your alchemy institute this bald?!

With this appearance, if his hair were a little grayer and he had a few more wrinkles, even his own father, Richard, might respectfully address him as "brother."

"Yes, I just turned 25 recently."

Connor nodded.

In other words, the balding middle-aged man in front of him was only one year older than Kroenke.

Krenk remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "...I'm sorry."

"Wait a minute, Professor Krenk, don't apologize yet."

Connor seemed to realize something, and his expression changed.

Kroenke, his face dark, turned away, unable to face Connor.

"Feel sorry……"

"I already told you I don't want your apology!"

Connor was unwilling to accept the reality that he was seen by outsiders as an overweight middle-aged man.

"What does Instructor Connor usually research?"

Krenk coughed twice guiltily.

In other words, since Connor's hair loss is so severe, his research must be quite good, so changing the subject to please him is the most appropriate thing to do.

"Oh, Professor Krenk, my research focuses on alchemical artifacts," Connor said, his voice brimming with enthusiasm as if he were introducing his own child.

"I am currently working on creating a universal alchemy tool that will allow ordinary people to handle most routine work scenarios and reduce their workload."

"I see," Krenk nodded. In this society, using magic for production was commonplace. He asked...

"What about the progress?"

"It's stuck."

Connor looked dejected.

"The current magic loop seal engraving technique is too rudimentary and cannot meet the needs of a large number of scenarios. If we want to refine the seal engraving, the cost will be ridiculously high, which simply cannot meet the needs of the general public."

Upon hearing this, Kroenke's heart stirred slightly.

Is it even possible to find a job that matches your major?

He pretended to think for a moment, then proposed:

"Instructor Connor, do you think we could try a different approach?"

"Change your approach?"

Kroenke shared his coding experience from his previous life:

"That's right. For example, instead of engraving magic patterns on alchemical items, we encapsulate regular spells in a library, so that we can directly call them from the library when needed."

Upon hearing this, Connor was taken aback at first, then his eyes instantly turned fervent. He gripped Krenk's shoulders tightly, his breathing rapid.

"Wait a minute, Professor Krenk, what...did you say?"