Did the villainous professor survive today?

Chapter 98 Professor Norton

"teacher----"

Allen murmured.

Kroenke interrupted, "By the way, Allen, speaking of which, why is Stone Pillar Street still abandoned after all this time? It's so close to the docks, it should be..."

"I don't know." Allen shook his head. "I only remember when I was a child that when someone wanted to repair this street, a lot of people in gray clothes came and drove all the workers away. After that, no one cared about this place anymore."

"Gray clothes? Okay, I got it." Krenk nodded. "Allen, that's enough for now, I'm crossing the bridge."

"Okay, goodbye teacher!"

Allen waved to Kroenke as he left.

Kroenke returned to the upper town.

Instead of going straight home, he went to Enya's laboratory.

"Enya".

"Teacher, what brings you here again?"

Enya put down her work and rubbed her slightly sore eyes.

For the past two weeks, she has spent all her free time in the lab.

"Are you familiar with the details of the fire that occurred on Shizhu Street more than ten years ago?"

Kroenke got straight to the point.

"Teacher, I had just learned to walk at that time."

Enya said.

Krenk's lips twitched. He thought to himself that his predecessor was only in elementary school at that time and knew nothing about anything except that there was a big fire on Stone Pillar Street.

"Could you investigate this matter? I've learned that when Stone Pillar Street was being rebuilt, many law enforcement officers came to obstruct it."

“Okay, teacher.” Enya nodded. “However, I do know that the Stone Pillar Street area used to be under the jurisdiction of a gang called ‘Soldiers.’ But later, the Soldiers gang disbanded, and this area, being close to the Wolf Gang’s docks, naturally became their jurisdiction. However, this was only nominal; I don’t know why they don’t manage this area.”

"Okay, I understand."

Kroenke nodded, patted Enya on the shoulder, and said, "I'm leaving."

"goodbye teacher."

Enya escorted Krenk to the laboratory door, where a black car was waiting nearby.

"Also, go to bed early, don't ruin your health. I'm taking you to Eton National School of Magic for a lecture the week after next. As my teaching assistant, you're definitely someone I can count on."

"The face of the card—me?" Enya blinked.

"That's right, Enya, you are a trustworthy and capable helper. I will try my best to introduce you to Kroenke's connections. If one day I stop playing the role of Kroenke, you can still use Kroenke's connections to help me."

After saying that, Kroenke got into the car, closed the door, and directed the driver to go home.

As the black car disappeared into the night, Enya blushed again: "Thank you, teacher—"

Krenk's words kept echoing in her mind.

"You are my face—"

I am the teacher's face —

"You are a trustworthy and capable assistant —"

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The teacher trusts me, and I can help the teacher.

You have increased Enya's favorability towards you.

[Points +1000!]

[Current points: 11700!]

Then, after remembering Krenk's identity, Enya pressed her cheek in annoyance.

No! No!

Enya, what are you thinking?

"You promised to remember Professor Krenk's true identity—"

Enya made a cute gurgling sound.

Kroenke took a car back to the Ludwig residence.

He sat at the dining table, having a snack.

Since he couldn't compete with Allen and his mother, who were already living in poverty, for food at Allen's house, he didn't get enough to eat.

Kroenke picked up a lamb rib and, while eating, asked the elderly butler beside him, "Sebastian, do you have any recollection of the fire on Stone Pillar Street more than ten years ago?"

"Yes, young master, why do you ask that?"

"A student lives there, so I thought I'd check it out."

"Oh," Sebastian said thoughtfully, "Hmm—it was a long time ago. If I remember correctly, it was the eldest daughter of the Trafford family head who died in a gang fight while watching a show on this shopping street in the lower town. In a fit of rage, the Trafford family head took his anger out on the entire street."

"is that so?"

Krenks pondered.

St. Auster Magic Academy.

Only one desk lamp was on in the office. Next to the lamp, a middle-aged man dressed in a faculty uniform was staring blankly at a formula in his notebook, holding a pen.

The middle-aged man had a stern expression, and his facial features were as sharp as a knife. His eyes were a deep, pure black, like a dot of ink on a white sheet of paper.

Boom boom boom!

A knock came at the door.

The middle-aged man glanced at the door and wondered who was still at the academy so late.

"Please come in."

"Excuse me, Professor Norton, for bothering you so late."

The person who entered was a tall, middle-aged man with slicked-back blond hair, wearing crystal glasses, and looking quite academic.

Norton put down his notebook. "Headmaster Graham, what brings you here at this hour?"

"It's like this, Professor Norton, I have a student here who I'd like to ask if you could give him some special training so that his strength can increase as much as possible within a week." Graham closed the door. "Special training?" Professor Norton frowned. "You're not referring to what happened this morning, are you?"

"That's right!" Graham went straight to the point. "Professor Norton, it's obvious to everyone that Kroenke is secretly giving special training to that student named Allen. So, in return, I hope you can give special training to student Andrew as well."

"Headmaster Graham, I have no interest in your struggle between the old and new nobles. Please leave."

Norton gestured for him to leave.

It's obvious to anyone with eyes that this is actually a proxy war between the new aristocracy and the old aristocracy in the academy.

Moreover, it was the old nobles who initiated it.

Norton opened the office door: "At the same time, I still hold Professor Kroenke in the highest esteem; I believe he is the one who can lead the Academy out of the abyss."

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"No, no, no!" Graham waved his hand and closed the door again. "Professor Norton, let's be frank. I know that your research into astral magic and your competition for the top professorship are all because you want to resurrect your son, aren't they?"

Norton suddenly fell silent, his dark eyes fixed on Graham, saying nothing.

"It's a pity that resurrection is a forbidden spell. Apart from the principal, vice principal, and chief professor, no one else is qualified to read the relevant documents of the Magic Tower Council."

"Professor Krenk is so young and talented, and his family's influence is gradually growing. Even if other schools want to offer him a position elsewhere, do you think he would agree?"

"The answer is no. Principal Abraham is grooming Professor Kroenke to be his successor, so Professor Kroenke will not be leaving under any circumstances."

"So, if Professor Krenk becomes the principal, do you think you, as someone from an old noble family, would be qualified to be the head professor? Or should you support someone from a commoner background—oh, yes, Olivia Ansel, that's right, her."

"In the past month, Professor Krenk and Lecturer Olivia have been getting very close. So, do you think that Professor Krenk—oh, at that point, I should call him Principal Krenk—would consider it a better choice to promote a sixth-tier elf with whom he has a good relationship to be the head professor?"

"Don't let Olivia's constant laughter fool you, she—"

Norton interrupted, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Graham grinned. "I'm here to offer you a deal."

"trade?"

"That's right. I'll go and look up the information on human resurrection in astral magic, and then copy it for you. After that, you'll assist me in defeating Professor Krenk in the struggle between the old and new nobles."

Graham stared into Norton's eyes, trying to detect a hint of wavering.

"So, do you accept it?"

Norton just stared at Graham, remaining silent for a long time: "—You give me a copy of the human resurrection content from the Star Magic. I'll help you three times, no more than that."

"make a deal."

Graham agreed without hesitation. He opened the door, backing away as he went, "Then, I wish our Professor Norton a speedy reunion with his son!"

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