Chapter 282
Chapter 282
Chapter 282
Translator: True Detective
Chapter 282: If Lan Qi Became President
Inside the classroom, every breath, every small knock, even the faint trembling of leaves outside the window in the wind, seemed extraordinarily clear.
The students sat in a waiting posture, occasionally glancing at the teacher standing at the podium.
Time seemed frozen in that silence, stretching endlessly yet lasting only a moment.
Sido took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, put away the chips, and once again composed his face into solemnity.
He cleared his throat lightly, breaking the heavy stillness.
“Student Anfis Campelte family originated in Solar Calendar year 1725. In recent years they have always been steadfast rightists. Although there are many demons in their household, they were all bought as servants. Their trade with the Aetherthalan Kingdom is also lawful and proper, without tax evasion or risks of leaking imperial secrets. I believe no matter how deeply one investigates, there would be not even half a problem. Such a family could never be traitors of the Protos Empire. They are capable of withstanding any storm or trial.”
Sido spoke from the podium, his voice like a gentle wind cutting through the chill of winter.
Hearing Sido’s words to smooth things over, others finally let out a breath of relief.
It seemed the lesson could resume in peace again.
But wait—some of them couldn’t tell whether Sido’s words were helping Anfis or making things worse.
Soon enough, they noticed the golden-haired noble lady Anfis’s eyes darting about nervously, with beads of cold sweat forming on her forehead.
This associate professor seemed like a trickster! He had completely played her.
“Students,”
Sido spoke warmly, with a trace of delight in his voice.
“I know everyone feels a bit stirred, nervous, maybe even fearful, about these topics. But remember, this is only a classroom.”
…
The Protos Royal Magic Academy. The ancient history department’s old building was shrouded in the garden’s morning mist, every inch of land steeped in dignity and the aura of history.
Along the stone corridor on the side of the building, though it was already late morning, there was no blinding sunlight—only steady illumination, falling calmly, much like the history faculty itself: never showy, but containing deep knowledge and wisdom within.
The rest of the class ended in a quiet, steady atmosphere.
In terms of discipline, it was even stricter than the classes at Ikerite Academy.
After class, Gloria, the direct subordinate soldier, had vanished from sight, while Sido, carrying a briefcase, came to the back row of the classroom and invited Lan Qi to walk and chat together.
Two tall figures moved along the path ahead, walking with steady steps, speaking with mutual respect.
“Mr. Rocky McCarthy, may I invite you to serve as my teaching assistant? It would be a formal teaching appointment in the Protos Royal Academy’s history department.”
Sido believed students badly needed the strict discipline such a teacher could provide.
“Of course, no problem. Or rather, I already have many questions about North Continent history I’d like to consult with Associate Professor Sido.”
Lan Qi never shirked work like this.
He had already discovered that whenever he went to a school, relying on his talent for managing students, it wasn’t long before a job opportunity appeared.
In truth, if he wished, he could simply live comfortably on student Zestira’s support in the North Continent.
But his life wasn’t just about eating and sleeping. He bore great ideals—he wanted to bring happiness and stability to society, and long-lasting peace.
“You’ll be a huge help, Teacher Rocky.”
Sido quickly began explaining the procedures and compensation involved.
The salary was less than what Viscount Francis paid Lan Qi, but Lan Qi already had three jobs. Both the Annihilation Branch and the Ba'tian Branch paid him wages.
Moreover, Sido would grant him the academic credit points available to him as an associate professor, transferring them directly to Zestira. That meant Zestira would receive far more credits than she could normally earn from her daily coursework.
“In the future, if you enter the academy as a noble student’s retainer, you will still not be allowed to leave campus on workdays, though you can fulfill history department teaching duties. If you enter starting next week as a teacher, you may come and go freely, but you will no longer be able to perform retainer duties—such as helping Zestira with her monthly assessments. However, you would still be able to provide her with extra credits.”
Sido explained.
“What if I want to take about a month’s leave starting next week?”
Lan Qi needed to balance his schedule since he now had four jobs.
The Cat Boss, hiding in the shadows, stayed silent.
It realized the number of jobs on Lan Qi’s shoulders was becoming a bit abstract.
This man’s talent and drive seemed limitless.
Now that Lan Qi had become the Holy Son of the Ba'tian Branch, the Cat Boss finally understood why Hupe always said to try and hold him back.
But for now, even without Hupe around, things didn’t seem too bad.
At least he hadn’t caused any major disasters.
At most, he had gained some notoriety in the Helrom capital’s legal circles for reporting a high priest of the Annihilation Branch—never mind across the Protos Empire, or in the far vaster North Continent beyond.
Once Hupe was found, everything would be fine again!
“A month? No problem. Just help me discipline the students for a week—go hard on them. One treatment course should be enough to cure them.”
Sido thought for a moment and then nodded.
Better to just drive students away—less trouble that way.
“I’ll do my best.”
Lan Qi walked with Sido along the road toward the office building.
On the topic of teaching, they found themselves in much agreement, both endorsing the philosophy of using heavy measures to cure disorder and strong medicine to cure deep illness.
As they walked, student figures thinned out along the way, until they reached the quiet area near the faculty building.
“Rocky, what’s your opinion on this war with the Protos Empire?”
Sido suddenly asked.
It wasn’t the sort of topic they should be discussing.
But Lan Qi had never really hidden his stance, so Sido decided to be direct.
At present, there weren’t many people with the courage and strength to take a position openly.
Lan Qi chuckled. To him, the war was completely unnecessary.
“If I were president of the Empire, this war would never even be possible. I would build a wall to the north, to dispel the northern peoples’ fears, and prove the innocence of the northern nations. But every single northern country would have to pay for it. Our Protos Empire would cover at most thirty percent of the cost.”
He raised his hand, pointing confidently as he spoke.
Sido: “…”
He felt a lump in his throat after hearing that.
Although Lan Qi’s words sounded absurd…
It really did sound like something this lunatic would actually do.
And for the northern kingdoms—compared to fighting a war, maybe paying money to build a wall wasn’t such a bad deal. It could even serve as a protective barrier.
A single plan that satisfied everyone’s demands.
Even if none of them felt particularly good about it…
(End of Chapter)