Did the villainous professor survive today?

Chapter 90 It was this chaotic world that ruined you.

"Who brought all these things here?"

Graham frowned deeply. He went to the back of another carriage, lifted the oilcloth, and noticed that it also contained expensive instruments.

"it's me."

Kroenke stepped forward.

"Professor Kroenke?"

Upon seeing who it was, Graham's expression softened slightly, but he remained tense.

The easing of tension stemmed from Kroenke's position, while his tense expression indicated that the work of the head of planning had traditionally been carried out by Graham, but since yesterday, Principal Abraham had handed the position over to Kroenke.

Graham's voice carried a hint of accusation: "What is this?"

Kroenke: "Upgrade the outdated alchemy equipment in the college laboratories, and renovate the teaching buildings. As long as you apply, whether you are a lecturer or a professor, you will be provided with your own laboratory and experimental funding."

Graham frowned slightly: "Professor Kroenke, are you serious?"

"Could anything in this carriage be fake?"

Graham's breathing quickened for a moment: "Do you—do you know how much this will cost?"

You just generously gave away all that hard-earned money to other people?

"I know." Krenk nodded slightly. "Moreover, I also know that the allocation of research funding in the college seems to be less than ideal. Many resources have failed to translate into the expected results for several professors, or rather, they haven't even made a ripple."

Kroenke sighed softly, "Since some people are occupying the toilet without using it, let them give up their spots."

The corruption within St. Auster Magic Academy has reached an alarming level.

The root of all this can be traced back to partisan struggles within the college.

The power struggle between the old and new nobles on the outside world has spilled over into the academy, and even more so.

So much so that Kroenke's speech at the opening ceremony that day was even considered restrained.

The old nobles, relying on their early rise to power, banded together for mutual support, prioritizing resources for their own family members while simultaneously marginalizing the teachers from the new noble faction.

As for those of commoner origin, in the eyes of the old nobles, even being given a lecturer position was considered a sign of pity.

This even forced the originally neutral teachers from the commoner faction and the new aristocracy faction to unite.

Of course, even if they joined forces, the difference in strength would still be overwhelming; it's just that the alliance would make the old nobles behave somewhat more restrained.

Principal Abraham does not belong to any faction.

Although he is usually unrestrained and unconventional, there are some things he weighs more clearly than anyone else.

He could not stand idly by as the old aristocratic faction, led by Vice Principal Graham, grew stronger within the academy.

This led to Klenk Ludwig overtaking Professor Norton in the selection of the top professor.

Even if the latter belongs to the type who doesn't get involved in politics and focuses on academics, because he comes from an old aristocratic family, if he were to become the chief professor, the college would really have no place for new aristocratic teachers and commoner teachers.

Although it was unfair to Professor Norton personally to not be selected as the chief professor, it became a kind of fairness.

Some things are not about fairness, but rather about things beyond our control.

"you----"

Hearing Kroenke's words, Graham was momentarily at a loss for words.

After a long pause, he finally managed to utter, "Klenk, you've only been the head of planning for one day, and you've already—"

"It's the second day."

Kroenke calmly interrupted, "Principal Graham, if you have any opinions, you should give feedback to Principal Abraham, not point fingers at me."

After saying that, Kroenke seemed to have thought of something.

He immediately activated the ability to project spiritual energy that he had acquired the day before.

The faint magical pressure field, combined with his already intimidating aura, made the surrounding air seem to cool down by several degrees.

Faced with this chilling atmosphere, Graham instinctively took a half-step back.

But when he thought about the other people around him, he calmed down and stood still.

"Okay, okay, okay."

Graham, forcing a smile, said "good" three times to Kroenke, then clapped softly. "I hope the professor's reforms will be effective."

After saying that, Graham left the scene.

"Professor Kroenke?"

Connor finally came over. As a little karami, he could only hide behind the wagon, trembling, while Graham and Kroenke confronted each other.

For some reason, he felt that Professor Krenk's aura had become particularly terrifying in a short moment.

"It's alright, Professor Connor. Your task is to conduct good research."

Kroenke turned around, reached out, and placed a hand on Connor's shoulder, applying slight pressure. "I went to great lengths to secure this funding, Professor Connor. Will you betray my trust?"

"Me, me, me—"

Connor stood there with his mouth agape, having fallen for the "honey trap," and for a moment he didn't know what to say to express his gratitude.

"I'm very busy and have a lot of things to do, Instructor Connor. Please repay me with some practical actions."

Kroenke waved his hand. "I look forward to you shining in your new environment."

After Kroenke finished speaking, he turned and left, leaving Connor with only his back view.

You have increased Connor's respect for you.

[Points +2000!]

[Current points: 11900!]

Finally, it's not about favorability anymore.

Looking at the subtitles in front of him, Kroenke felt a sense of relief, as if he had survived a disaster.

Kroenke returned to his office and continued reviewing the college's financial statements.

He has a lot of things to deal with.

After a while, the sound of gunfire rang out from Kroenke's office.

"Please come in."

"Hehe, Professor Krenk."

A crisp voice rang out at the door, and then a girl with blue hair and purple eyes poked her head in.

"Instructor Olivia, is there something you need?" Klenk glanced at her briefly before continuing to work.

"I heard you've become the head of the planning department." Olivia grinned, her two canine teeth gleaming.

"That's right."

"I have a teaching topic here that requires research," Olivia said, walking in with her hands behind her back like a cat.

"Where to?"

"The East should be the region of the Kingdom of Shivan."

"You want to go there to try the local specialties, right?"

Kroenke reviewed the documents without looking up.

"No, I'm going there to do academic work!" Olivia denied it outright.

"Lecturer Olivia, here's what you do: go out the door, turn right, go down to the second floor, to the administration hall. If you can find just one, even one professor willing to vouch for you, I'll approve your leave."

"Well, Professor Kroenke, you guessed right."

Olivia said dejectedly, scratching the back of her head, "That's why I thought I'd come find you."

"Lecturer Olivia, is living in the trading capital of Saint Auster no longer enough to satisfy your appetite?"

Krenk pressed his right hand against his head and sighed.

For the next two and a half weeks, bills were delivered to Ludwig’s mansion every day.

From the royal meals of the Northern Continent to the demi-human specialties of the Southern Continent, from seafood sashimi of the Western Islands to fusion cuisine of Eastern spices, the variety of food included is so vast that some of the dishes are things that even Krenk has never heard of.

"I've heard that the roasted camel hump in the Kingdom of Shivan is delicious. The locals have a special method of burying fresh camel humps in the desert, which can't be replicated anywhere else."

Olivia was practically drooling just talking about it. "I've wanted to go there for so long, but I've never had the chance."

Kroenke looked completely unsurprised.

"Professor Krenk, please agree, please agree—"

Olivia was doing revolutions next to Kroenke's desk.

"I can give you permission to go out," Kroenke interrupted Olivia's reverie, "but not now, you have to wait a bit longer."

Kroenke's eyes flickered slightly. He said, "Finally, I need you to go to the East and do one more thing for me."