Did the villainous professor survive today?

Chapter 92 The Girl's Blushing

"Your Highness, this book is finished. Now, you should move on to the next one."

Kroenke said.

He specifically prepared a detective and suspense novel.

He marked key plot points in each novel using magic visible only to himself.

Then, just as the murderer was about to be revealed, Isabel's reading was abruptly stopped.

To put it simply, you can compare it to playing a MOBA game in modern times. After an hour of intense battle, during the final decisive team fight, your parent unplugs your internet cable.

This is the effect Kroenke wanted.

Use the method of stopping in time to train the other person's ability to control their emotions.

"But—teacher—"

Isabelle still wanted to say something.

Her longing expression made it all clear.

I've gotten this far, the real culprit's identity is about to be revealed on the next page, and now you're not letting me see it anymore?

"Your Highness, it's time to move on to the next book."

Perhaps to make the other party give up, Krenk burned the book right in front of Isabel.

Deng!

Isabel's bracelet rang again.

"Your Highness, look, the bracelet is ringing again. You need to be careful to control your emotions and magic output."

Isabel was silent for a few seconds, then said, "I'm sorry—I understand—Teacher—"

"Your Highness, please choose the next book."

Krenk pointed to the other detective and suspense novels beside him, as indifferent as a machine.

"Okay, I understand."

Isabelle seemed to accept reality.

She closed her eyes again, took a few deep breaths, and then picked up a new novel.

Half an hour later.

Deng!

As Kroenke once again steals Isabel's novel at a key plot point, the bracelet she wears rings again.

"Alright, Your Highness, this book is finished. It's time to move on to the next one."

Kroenke repeated the text like a machine, and at the same time, burned the novel that Isabel was engrossed in.

Isabel gritted her teeth: "I understand—Professor—"

A blush rose on the girl's cheeks, and her breathing became slightly rapid.

Her face turned red.

Even the title changed from "teacher" back to "professor".

"Your Highness, please watch your emotions." Krenk's face remained tense.

Behind Isabel, Lora stared at Krenk with a complicated look in her eyes.

No, is this how you treat my prince?

She had no idea how Krenk had come up with such a torturous method.

It would be a waste of his talents to have him as a professor at the college.

Such a promising talent should shine in the Holy Kingdom's Inquisition.

"Your Highness, let's move on to the next one."

Krenk continued pointing to the remaining books on the table, "When you are forced to exit your flow state and can still maintain emotional stability while outputting magic, then you've graduated from this level."

"good!"

Isabel gave a short, sharp urging sound.

After calming herself down, she picked up a new novel and started over from the beginning.

The afternoon passed quickly.

Isabel failed to control the bracelet's ringing even once.

"Your Highness, today's training was not very effective." Krenk burned the book.

"Yes, I know, Professor."

Isabel's face was still flushed. "Thank you for your guidance—"

"Yes, Your Highness, let's call it a day."

"Okay, goodbye Professor————"

Unlike last week, Isabel did not invite Kroenke to stay for dinner today, nor did she invite him to continue tomorrow.

"By the way, Your Highness, as for all the books I brought today, I have prepared backups."

Krenk then took out a new stack of novels from his briefcase. "Your Highness may finish reading the stories you were unable to finish tonight."

Isabel's eyes widened instantly, and her ears perked up: "Thank you, teacher!"

She hurried to the pile of novels, opened one, and began reading eagerly from where she had left off: "So this is how the murderer took the key out? He hid it directly in the mouth of the deceased in the funeral coffin?"

"I'm leaving, Your Highness. Please remember to control your emotions no matter what."

Kroenke didn't interrupt Isabel any further, but simply left with those words before turning and leaving the manor.

You have increased Isabel's favorability towards you.

[Points +1000!]

[Current points: 13900!]

Two days later.

St. Auster Magic Academy, training base.

"It still failed."

Allen rubbed his slightly sore right arm.

"Is this really something a mage of our level could create?"

Yagula's deep red vertical pupils narrowed slightly, showing some doubt.

Half a week has passed since Krenk taught Klein's magic circle, but no one has yet successfully replicated it.

The upperclassmen who had been watching the new students quickly lost their enthusiasm because they couldn't figure out what was going on.

For most people, even understanding the structure of Klein's magic circle is quite difficult, let alone reconstructing its existence.

Thus, five days later, only Allen, Agra, and Catherine, who had come to join in the fun, were still willing to try Klein's magic circle.

During this time, for some unknown reason, the Klein magic circle would always inexplicably collapse when tried.

"The main problem is that I don't know where to start."

Allen shook his head.

Compared to three-dimensional magic circles, which can be built step by step, Klein's magic circle is more abstract, and it's unclear where to begin its construction.

Because in everyone's eyes, Kroenke simply held the Möbius strip, twisted it, and suddenly it was done.

To give an example, it would be like this:

This is attack, this is defense. Okay, you've learned how to play this game. Now go and defeat Principal Abraham!

"Let's try again."

Yagura felt that since Krenk was willing to teach this kind of thing, it must be something he could achieve.

"Let's try again."

Allen nodded.

Catherine, on the other hand, puffed out her cheeks and glanced at Agur with a distant look, as if the other was disturbing her and Allen.

Ever since meeting Agura, Allen has been talking about his brother Agura all the time.

A burst of laughter suddenly came from behind the three of them.

Then, a ball of fire arrow suddenly shot out in front of the training doll.

A group of older students chatted and laughed as they approached the puppets where Allen and his two companions were. They waved their training wands with great enthusiasm, as if Allen and his two companions were invisible.

"This is----"

Yagula frowned.

"Let's go somewhere else."

Catherine tugged at Allen's sleeve and whispered something.

She understood what was going on; those upperclassmen were the student council, and this situation was simply because they didn't like her and wanted to bully her.

This kind of thing happens all the time, as often as kicking a small pebble on the side of the road halfway through a walk.

In situations like this, simply moving to another location is sufficient.

"All right."

Allen nodded and followed behind Catherine.

Agra stared at the group of older students playing around, frowned, and followed Allen away from the scene.

The three of them found a corner near the door and then practiced the Klein magic circle.

Five minutes later.

Familiar laughter and cheerful voices echoed behind the three of them once again.

Then, the exact same scenario unfolded.

It was at this moment that Catherine realized something.

This wasn't a spur-of-the-moment decision; it was deliberate.

Yagula, however, had a sharp eye and spotted a familiar figure among the group of older students.

He was a boy with dark yellow hair and two family crests on his chest.

Andrew Baldwin.

"This guy—"

Yagura watched the scene before her, her dark scales shimmering beneath her school uniform.

He wouldn't stand for that kind of treatment.

Although the opposing side has a large and powerful force, it is not invincible.

His sister once taught him that if he was ostracized by his classmates, the best way was to pick on one of them and beat him to the end, fighting and biting like a wild dog, so that they would never dare to make a move again.

He looked at Andrew, who was surrounded in the center of the crowd, and was already planning in his mind how to beat him black and blue the moment he revealed his half-dragon form.

"I'll do it."

Allen also spotted Andrew among the older students.

He patted Agura on the shoulder and walked towards Andrew.

Bang.

A tall, burly student from the upper grades suddenly took a step and bumped into Allen.

"Where did this little one come from?"

After the other person finished speaking, they continued to ignore Allen, chatting and laughing with the others as if he were invisible.

"you!"

Catherine saw Allen stumble from the impact and suddenly became furious.

Aqula was a pragmatist; he had already begun to look around for a suitable weapon.

Even though they are mages, in the course of a fight, the advantage of one weapon is not insignificant.

Allen stood up, dusted off his knees, and shouted at Andrew in the crowd, "Andrew, I don't know where I offended you, but I apologize here!"

Andrew merely glanced at Allen, then acted as if nothing had happened, putting his arm around the others as if Allen were just a forgotten shadow.

In that brief moment, Agura had already found a wrench by the door.

Then, he looked up and saw a man in a black suit: "Agurah, what are you doing with this?"

Agra's pupils suddenly widened: "Professor Krenk?"

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