Did the villainous professor survive today?

Chapter 93 Proxy War

"Agurah? What are you doing?"

Krenk frowned slightly as he looked at Agura holding the wrench. "The academy should have dedicated repairmen, right?"

"Teacher, someone is bullying Allen!"

Upon seeing Krenk, Agura immediately began to complain.

"Oh? Where?"

"Which way!"

While pointing in Allen's direction to divert attention, Agura quietly put down the wrench.

Now that the teacher has appeared, we should pretend to be the weaker party in order to gain their support—well, no, we are the weaker party to begin with.

Yagula thought to himself.

Kroenke merely glanced at Agura's subtle movements and ignored them.

He walked in the direction Agura pointed and saw the scene Agura had described: several senior students were casting spells on a few training dolls in the corner.

Allen just stared at them, bewildered. Catherine tugged at Allen's sleeve, muttering something to herself.

With a heavy thud of his cane on the ground, Krenk appeared behind the group, silently watching them.

next moment.

The older students who had been laughing and joking suddenly looked panicked.

But the next second, their expressions quickly returned to normal.

"Teacher, what brings you here?"

Andrew took the initiative to step forward and ask a question.

Krenk glanced at the student council members, his eyebrows twitching slightly.

What concerned him was the expressions on the students' faces.

Upon seeing themselves, their first reaction was panic.

It's normal for students to be afraid of their teachers.

But secondly, their expressions quickly calmed down.

This shows that after they came to their senses, they were no longer afraid of themselves.

Then why aren't you afraid of yourself?

Because someone is backing you up.

Moreover, it was only because someone of higher status supported him that he was able to calm down so quickly.

Krenk understood at a glance the family crests worn on the chests of the senior students in front of him.

They all come from old aristocratic families.

Those who supported them were naturally the old aristocratic faction of the academy, led by Vice Principal Graham.

Almost immediately, Krenk recalled how, not long ago, he had just become the head of the planning department and then cut the research funding for those professors from old aristocratic families to invest in other lecturers, like slowly boiling a frog in water.

So, instead of waiting to be killed, the old nobles decided to stir things up.

These old aristocrats, if they're going to fight amongst themselves, fine, but they even have the audacity to drag the students into their squabbles!

If he hadn't been thinking about upgrading the students' training base facilities and hadn't come here to inspect the environment, he doesn't know what might have happened next.

After all, he has a role similar to that of a homeroom teacher or counselor, and if the students under him cause a violent incident, it will be difficult to control the situation.

Krenk feigned ignorance: "Seeing so many of you gathered together, came over to see what's going on?"

"Teacher, they're bullying Allen."

Yagura then tattled on Krenk again behind his back.

"Andrew, is that true?"

As he spoke, Krenk weighed his snakeskin cane in his hand, striking a pose as if he were open to all sides.

"No, teacher, it was just a minor conflict at the training ground. Look, Allen is perfectly fine."

Andrew vehemently denied it.

They had been instructed before they arrived that they must not make the first move, as the nature of demi-human dragon descendants is usually volatile. Therefore, they should use this method of exclusion to force the person named Agura to take action.

As for the dust on Allen's knees and buttocks—

Please, I'm just an ordinary person from the downtown area. I have to walk two hours from the downtown area to school every day. So what if my clothes are a little dusty?

"I see,"

Kroenke approached Andrew without speaking, simply staring at him with a calm gaze.

Andrew and Allen were both her students, and Enya had reported to her that there had been some unpleasantness between them.

Unsurprisingly, he should be the one in charge.

"teacher?"

Andrew was intimidated by Kroenke's aura and became somewhat timid.

"Do you know what methods are available for resolving conflicts between students according to school rules?" Krenk simply asked.

"I...I don't know."

Andrew swallowed.

Seeing that Kroenke had sided with him, Allen breathed a sigh of relief, while Catherine beside him looked like she was waiting for a good show.

An older student tried to help Andrew: "Teacher, Andrew—"

Did they ask you?

Suddenly, Kroenke activated his spiritual projection, and a suppressed aura rose from behind him, instantly silencing the upperclassmen around Andrew so much that they didn't dare to utter a sound.

"Teacher, I—"

Andrew tried to explain.

Kroenke remained silent as he watched the trembling Andrew.

There will always be times when I'm not around. For example, in a week and a half, I'll be going to Eton National Academy of Magic. And considering that I need to contact the Church of the Advent, I don't know how long I'll be staying there.

At this point, no matter what they do, they can't get to the scene immediately.

Thinking of this, Kroenke's heart stirred slightly, and he suddenly came up with a plan.

If this method works, it will not only address the symptoms but also the root cause.

Kroenke held out his hand: "Andrew, give me your gloves."

"Um?"

Andrew was a little confused, but he still subconsciously took off his gloves and handed them to Kroenke.

Kroenke took the glove and then threw it straight toward Allen.

"Alan, catch!"

Allen heard Kroenke's voice and instinctively reached out to catch the white afterimage he threw at him.

"good!"

Krenk slammed his cane into the ground.

"The duel is settled!"

Andrew and the upperclassmen behind him: "?"

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Allen's trio: "?"

Meanwhile, Vice Principal Graham, who was observing the situation from the shadows and preparing to help, also had a big question mark on his head.

No, what kind of nonsense is this?

Shouldn't the next part of the script be that Kroenke teaches Andrew and his group a lesson, then steps in to defuse the situation, and incidentally escalate the conflict between the two sides again?

Why did it fast forward directly to the magic duel?

Graham subconsciously looked down at his watch, momentarily wondering if time had been stolen by some being and he had missed a part of the plot.

"Andrew threw his glove, and Allen caught it. In accordance with chivalry, the two will engage in a duel of honor. Everyone here should have seen that."

Kroenke simply glanced around indifferently.

Andrew and the older students next to him were the first to react, nodding vigorously: "That's right! It was with Mr. Krenk as a witness! Allen caught the glove that Andrew had caught!"

Although they didn't understand why Kroenke did this, they knew that Andrew's strength far surpassed Allen's, and there was no need to worry about losing the duel.

"teacher----"

Allen stared blankly at the white gloves in his hand.

He was about to say something when he heard Agra and Catherine behind him say in unison, "That's right! Allen caught the glove Andrew threw at him! He accepted the duel!"

"Agurah, Catherine, you—"

Allen's eyes widened.

He was completely dumbfounded.

Didn't Mr. Kroenke lend me his gloves so I could catch it?

How did it become that Andrew initiated a magical duel, then threw out the glove and caught it himself?

Allen, still dazed, said, "Teacher, no—"

Halfway through my sentence, a sharp pain suddenly shot through both sides of my lower back and abdomen.

Alan winced in pain and turned around, noticing that Agra and Catherine had simultaneously grabbed his waists, their eyes screaming, "Don't say a word! Trust Professor Krenk!"

Alan, completely bewildered, replied, "A magical duel? Now? Here?"

"No, you've spent the whole morning practicing magic, so you're not in good shape right now. Even if your opponent wins, it won't be a fair victory," Krenk said, his blood pressure rising as he looked at Allen's clueless state. "Let's reschedule. As for the agreed time, let's set it for next week. Both of you should go back and prepare properly."

After finishing speaking, Kroenke looked around at everyone again. "Next week, at the same time and place, Allen and Andrew will have a magical duel. Who agrees? Who disagrees?"