Did the villainous professor survive today?

"Professor Krenk, what...what did you say?"

Connor stared at Krenk like an eager student,

"Could you explain in more detail what this library is?"

Connor felt as if he had vaguely touched the threshold of a certain theory, but he still needed a guide to get started.

"This is a term I coined myself," Kroenke said. "It's similar to a worker's toolbox. Workers put tools like wrenches and screwdrivers in a box, and when they need them, they just take them out."

Upon hearing this, Connor showed a troubled expression:

"But how do I accurately take out the tools from the toolbox?"

Unlike physical tools, magic is not easily identifiable, and most ordinary people do not have the opportunity to learn magic.

"Then, could we create another compiler magic to translate and label different spells, so that..."

Before Kroenke could finish speaking, it was as if a thunderbolt struck Connor's mind, clearing away all the previous confusion.

"Oh oh oh oh!"

Connor's body trembled, and he said excitedly:

"I see. In addition to the packaging magic, we also need to add a magic that can manage them, similar to a sheepdog and sheep."

Connor excitedly pumped his fist.

"Professor Krenk, you are a true genius!"

Kroenke remained silent, only revealing a smile that suggested he was a promising student.

Although it's called magic, alchemy and magic are two completely different fields. As the saying goes, "a trade is like a mountain," so he didn't dare to speak carelessly and only gave a direction.

Connor looked at Kroenke and instinctively reached out his hand.

Then he paused for a moment.

He quickly wiped his hands on his staff uniform before reaching out and firmly grasping Krenk's hands.

"Professor Krenk, if we succeed, I will definitely add your name to the second author's work... No! No! You are the first author!"

It's clear that Connor is a serious academic, single-mindedly focused on creating something of value.

"It's not that bad."

Kroenke thought to himself, "I'm just pointing you in the right direction. If it really works out, I don't want to get involved in the complicated defense process."

Connor's breathing became heavier, and he gestured wildly.

"Um, Professor Klenk, may I excuse myself? Your idea is so groundbreaking that I can't wait to go to the lab to verify it."

Krenk glanced out the window; it was completely dark now, and it was raining.

"Go ahead, go ahead."

Kroenke seemed to understand why Connor had gone bald at such a young age.

"Goodbye, Professor Kroenke!"

After saying that, Connor ran outside.

[You have deepened Connor's trust in you, preventing the possibility of you being killed by Connor during the subsequent Omnic Riot.]

[Points +2000!]

[Current points: 10850!]

Kroenke was stunned for a moment when he saw the panel displayed by the system.

Omnic Riot?

He recalled his memories of his past life, and he vaguely remembered that there was a very special random event in the game.

That's the name we'll use.

The general plot is somewhat similar to the scene in the movie "Avengers: Age of Ultron" where the artificial intelligence Ultron creates a large number of robots in an attempt to destroy the world.

However, in the game, the boss is named "Code Name - X" instead of the character's name.

It turns out that this central hub was Connor.

Kronk continued to delve deeper into the memories, discovering that the android riot was caused by the original owner being subjected to academic bullying, having his academic achievements stolen, and ultimately suffering a mental breakdown.

Kroenke felt that after his encounter with Connor, it was quite possible that Connor's personality made him the most likely candidate for such an event.

Kroenke suddenly looked like a dead fish.

Perhaps it was this academic fraudster who stole Connor's work himself, otherwise the death threat level wouldn't have reached B.

"It's alright, just maintain a good relationship with him and provide appropriate financial assistance."

Klenk said this and left the washroom.

He returned to the ball and continued dancing with Sistine.

As the dance music came to a close, the rhythm slowed down, and the skirts that had spread out during the spins gathered up again, like a fleetingly blooming epiphyllum flower closing back into a bud.

The music ended.

The crowd dispersed.

The Krenk family returned to the mansion.

In the bedroom, Krenk summoned Alice again.

Then, he took the sample list of the noble family crests that had been presented to him that day, placed it in front of her, and handed her a pen:

"Alice, could you please circle the families the Russell family met today? Use black pen for those you only nodded to, and red pen for those you had a lot of conversations or whispers with."

Alice nodded, then picked up the pen.

Then, she held the pen in her right hand with her hand reversed and scribbled circles on the chart in front of her.

She doesn't know how to use a pen... Krenk wondered if he should teach her to write in the future? Maybe that way they could communicate.

As Alice circled each of the family crests she had glimpsed that evening, Krenk stroked his chin, silently analyzing the situation.

Suddenly, Krenk noticed that Alice had circled a red circle on an unusual family crest.

It was a strangely shaped badge, resembling a person without a neck, with six suction cups on its face, ready to open its mouth and extend tentacles to suck people in at any moment. Above the badge was a golden three-petaled iris.

He frowned deeply:

"This is... the Medici family?"

The Medici and Russell families have always had a hostile relationship.

A century ago, the two families had a significant conflict over the Grain Act.

The Medici family, representing the United Merchants, wanted to reduce workers' wage costs, which created a major conflict of interest with the Russell family, who controlled the property rents in the Upper and Lower Towns.

To this day, the two families continue to disagree in parliament.

"Have they been in contact?"

Krenk was taken aback, then suddenly understood something.

In recent years, as the Ludwig Chamber of Commerce has become the world's wealthiest chamber of commerce, the Medici Chamber of Commerce has gradually declined.

The Medici Chamber of Commerce could not stand idly by and watch the Ludwig Chamber of Commerce grow stronger.

Meanwhile, the Barberini family, which is behind Sistine, has a strained relationship with the Russell family.

His political marriage to Sistine forced the Medici and Russell families, who had long harbored resentment, to put aside their differences and unite.

"Krenk and Histina's engagement is not a long time ago, and considering that both families need time to process the grudges of the past century, the alliance between the two sides should be formed within the next few months."

Krenk tapped the table, his mind racing with thoughts.

"If these two families have secretly joined forces over the past few months, what are they plotting against the political marriage between the Ludwig and Barberini families?"

Kroenke murmured, his thoughts drifting back to that night a week earlier.

"A week ago, Krenk Ludwig was assassinated by Allair, an assassin sent by the Russell family. What connection could this have with the Medici family?"

A faint spark flashed through Krenk's mind, jolting him awake:

"So that's how the assassination was planned?!"