Did the villainous professor survive today?

Chapter 82 High-Level Meeting on the Alphabet Sequence

Kroenke opened his eyes.

There was no sound of ocean waves, nor the crimson sky.

Looking around, Kroenke's first impression was white, a pure white hue.

Before me was a cluster of buildings, consisting of thousands of structures stacked together.

Each building is bathed in white light, its surface gleaming with a lustrous sheen. Each building is connected by a skylight, one after another, stretching endlessly, as if the entire complex were a work of art carved from a giant ivory tusk.

In front of Kroenke was a giant wizard's hat icon.

The Magic Tower Council.

"See? I told you, I know what I'm doing."

Abraham raised an eyebrow at Krenk and waved him over. "Let's go to the meeting."

Kroenke glanced back at what was behind him.

Not far away, the crimson seawater washed over the edge of the beach.

After dealing with the vampire, L never contacted Krenk, and he didn't have a chance to extract any information about the meeting from him.

How can I participate in the conference?

Krenk frowned deeply.

But they still followed Abraham into the building.

If all else fails, we'll just have to make Principal Abraham take the blame.

Thinking of this, Krenk quickened his pace and followed behind Abraham.

The two entered the venue together.

"Wow, it's Professor Krenk!"

As soon as he entered, a slightly familiar voice rang out beside Krenk.

Krenk looked in the direction of the sound and saw an old man wearing a white robe.

The old man said excitedly, "I guessed you might represent St. Auster Magic Academy at the conference, so I've been waiting here, and sure enough, you've arrived!"

"You're here too?"

Krenk recognized the other person as Estene, the mentor who had come to Saint Auster with Isabel.

When I was explaining chaos magic, I listened in the whole time, and even got a nosebleed because there were too many orbs of light simulating chaos magic.

"Haha, my student dragged me here."

Instructor Estene turned around, looked in another direction, and then raised her hand, beckoning a slightly overweight middle-aged man over.

He introduced with some pride: "Professor Krenk, let me introduce you. This is my student, Fisher Lennie, the principal of Eton National Academy of Magic."

"Fischer, this is Krenk Ludwig, the head professor of St. Auster Magic Academy!"

Abraham complained angrily, "Hey! What about me?!"

"With our relationship, do we really need to be introduced to each other?"

Principal Fisher glanced at his old acquaintance, then turned to Krenk. "I'd only heard of him before, but seeing him in person, Professor Krenk is truly a man of exceptional talent."

"Of course!"

Abraham came over to Fisher and put his arm around him. "Have you heard? Last week, Professor Krenk created a three-dimensional magic circle, which caused the Magic Tower Council to revise the assessment overnight."

"How dare you bring that up?"

Upon hearing this, Fisher exploded. He grabbed Abraham by the collar, "You damned bastard! Can't you control your students?! Do you know? There's a girl at your school who learned how to create a three-dimensional magic circle a few days ago, and then somehow got hold of our academy's uniform and came here to take the intermediate-level mage qualification exam!"

"and then?"

"And then? You have the nerve to say 'and then'?! After that, the 3D magic circle became famous, and the Magic Tower Council conducted a full review of the intermediate-level magician qualifications. Because of that school uniform, they came to me. They searched the entire academy for a whole day and night but couldn't find that girl. The council even thought I was covering for someone else. Later they found out that she was from your academy!"

It's clear that Fisher was furious about being suddenly blamed.

"Would you feel better if I apologized?" Abraham raised his hands.

"If you let me beat you up, then I might consider it," Principal Fisher said, stroking his chin.

"Bullying an old man!" Abraham roared to the sky. "I'm going to write a scathing critique of you when I get back, and mobilize my academic connections to tear you apart."

"Can you stop acting like you're so old and arrogant?" Fisher's beard was practically twisted with rage. "You'd better apologize to me properly!"

"Okay, I'm sorry, our respected Principal Fisher, I may be causing you trouble again."

Abraham clasped his hands together, displaying a generous and authentic gesture.

Fisher paused for a moment, then cautiously asked, "Hey—wait a minute, could you please explain what this 'again' means?"

"you guess?"

Abraham raised his eyebrows wildly at Fisher.

Fisher looked at Abraham, whose eyebrows were twitching, and said with some self-doubt, "No way, you guys just ruined the intermediate-level mage qualification, and now you're ruining the advanced-level mage qualification?"

The assessment for the Advanced Archmage qualification certificate is long-range spellcasting.

To obtain an advanced qualification certificate, one must either rely on the immense magical power associated with high-level magical attributes to launch a wide-area firepower attack on the area where the dummy is located in the distance.

Alternatively, one could rely on extremely high mental attributes to precisely control magic and hit a dummy in the distance.

In theory, there's no way to find a bargain in either of these options.

Abraham remained silent, only raising his eyebrows repeatedly.

"Hey! Abraham, say something!" Fisher had a bad feeling.

Abraham's face lit up with joy.

Fisher hardened his fist in the face of Abraham the Riddler.

Finally, Abraham stopped pretending and looked at Kroenke: "Come, Professor Kroenke! Open Fisher's eyes!"

Looking at the two clowns in front of him, Krenk wondered for a moment whether this was a serious academic conference.

He stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and suddenly a burst of flame appeared between Fisher and Abraham, which then vanished in an instant.

"Huh? What's going on?"

Fisher suddenly stopped playing around with Abraham.

Despite casting a spell, he couldn't sense any magical fluctuations emanating from Krenk.

It was as if a non-existent person stood between him and Abraham, reaching out to cast a spell.

He instinctively looked at his advisor beside him: "Professor, did you see it clearly?"

Mentor Esterney shook his head; he hadn't understood Krenk's spellcasting principles either.

"I named it the Klein Magic Circle."

Krenk conjured a bottle-shaped magic circle in his palm.

"Oh, what's this?"

Fisher craned his neck and leaned closer instinctively, like a child who had just seen a new toy.

"Professor Krenk, this is—"

Instructor Estene, who had been watching from the sidelines, also widened her eyes in surprise.

Having witnessed this, Abraham leaned close to Krenk's ear and whispered, "By the way, why is it called the Klein Magic Circle instead of the Krenk Magic Circle?"

Kroenke found it difficult to explain the problem, so he chose to ignore Abraham and instead explained the principles of the Klein magic circle to Principal Fisher and Instructor Estney from beginning to end.

After listening to Kroenke's explanation, the two men simultaneously showed expressions of shock: "Professor Kroenke, is this what you planned to bring to the conference for discussion?"

"No, that's not it," Abraham said with a smug smile. "Let me tell you, this was Professor Krenk's whim, and he figured it out in just three days!"

Like a demon bewitching a mortal, he kept emphasizing to Fisher in a seductive tone, "Three days~"

"Only three days~"

"Three days is equivalent to decades of research for others~"

As Abraham continued to provoke him, Fisher suddenly began to tremble.

Abraham, with a cheeky grin, said like a child showing off a new toy to his friends: "Hey, don't be envious. Maybe in a while, your college will produce a Krenk too."

"No need to wait any longer, let's start now!"

Fisher suddenly looked up at Kroenke: "Professor Kroenke, would you be interested in coming to Eton National Academy of Magic? Our vice principal is retiring this year!"

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Kroenke: "?"

Abraham: "?"

Abraham's mind went blank for a moment, then he came to his senses.

Stealing someone right in front of me?

What's the difference between this and a husband taking his wife to a company party, only for the wife to be targeted by a colleague and then run away?

Even the husband is currently committing a crime.

Abraham snapped, "Hey! Fisher! Your vice-principal is way too far from retiring!"

"It's alright, he can retire early!"

"What, if he doesn't retire, are you planning to just fire him? Can't you be a little more dignified?!"

"If he's undignified, I can help him regain his dignity!"

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As the two started arguing, Instructor Estene suddenly realized something.

If you really manage to poach Krenk and send him to the Duchy of Eton, what will happen to His Highness?

Estene immediately reached out, intending to smooth things over: "Hey! Fisher, Professor Krenk just got promoted to Chair Professor, he should at least wait a few years!"

Fisher stared at Estene in disbelief, as if to say, "Teacher, I'm your beloved student! How can you side with an outsider like this?!"

Abraham: "See, justice resides in the hearts of the people!"

Fisher immediately changed his tune: "Tch, what's this about fairness? Let Professor Krenk decide for himself!"

Abraham retorted, "Krenk, when we get back, I'll promote you to head of planning!"

The head of the planning department is a position similar to a chief of staff, and his status in the college is second only to the president and vice president.

Simply put, this position involves managing money.

Fisher patted his chest and guaranteed, "Professor Krenk, if you come to me, I guarantee you the position of vice-principal! You'll get it as soon as you come!"

Abraham grew anxious: "Krenk, think long-term. I won't live much longer. After I die, you'll be the next headmaster!"

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Professor Esterney immediately pulled Abraham aside: "Headmaster Abraham, let it go, let it go."

Looking at the scene before him, Kroenke chose to become invisible.

He took advantage of the three people not paying attention and went to the washroom next door.

He turned on the tap and washed his face.

"How do I participate in the meeting?!"

Krenk looked at himself in the mirror and muttered to himself silently.

"Absolutely no clues————"

Krenk pinched his brow, feeling a bit of a headache, and let out a long sigh.

He had already begun to internalize reasons for his absence.

Kroenke went to the door and pushed it open.

Deng!

A crisp cracking sound rang out, and what appeared before Krenk was no longer the spacious and bustling exchange hall, but rather—

The corridor stretched endlessly, flanked by candlesticks mounted on the walls. Fluorescent flames burned over white candles, illuminating the narrow darkness. A scarlet carpet lay beneath his feet, leading all the way forward.

A thick, solid wood door stood at the end of the corridor, its gaps revealing a suffocating sense of oppression.

"This is----"

Kroenke's eyes widened instantly.

Without needing to be said, he knew that behind that door lay—

The Silence Retreat!