ion hall, couldn't help but look at him.If Ferrat still had the faintest trace of consciousness just now.He saw Lynch come to help him onto the stretcher."...I'm probably going to faint right away..."...Chapter 389: Unexpected Guest Appointment for Lancy

Three days later, at dawn. ◆Search.◆

On the north side of Protoss Royal Mage Academy, a brick building inlaid with dark gray reliefs stood today under particularly strict guard.

This red-brick building serves as the main administrative center of the school. Built in 1728, it is one of the most representative and magnificent classical buildings of the institution. It has not been included in the renovation plans proposed by the newly appointed principal, Roger McCarthy, and will remain largely unchanged for a long time.

While Rocky McCasi's office, and the meeting and reception area for important out-of-school visitors, are all located on the upper floors of the Redmond Building.

Even though students walked past downstairs, they only glanced and hurried away.

They have a general idea of who Rocky MacAsey is meeting today.

Once the "School Youth Prison Plan" proposed by Rocky McCasky is successfully implemented, the enforcement of school rules will be further strengthened.

The school will uphold the principle of safeguarding students' lives and replace disciplinary actions with methods that contribute more to the social public good.

Of course, a simple school assignment wouldn't be enough to excite Warden Bacas.

If it were just about discussing this plan, then what really motivated Warden Bacas was to meet with Rocky Macassi, or perhaps sell him a small favor.

However, things are different with the large-scale cooperative plan involving the Snowfield Province.

This is a wealth that comes in like an unstoppable torrent, rolling in wave after wave. Just the pilot program of transferring prisoners from the Spectral Party in the Snowfield Province has made Warden Bakas hesitant to even calculate the future value of this project.

Now, it is likely that Warden Bacchus has a request of Principal Lockheart.

On the third floor of Redmonde Building, Rocky Macassi in his usual attire, walked slowly down the grand corridor with a man in his thirties. Everything around them was steeped in the solemn grandeur of historical art paintings.

"I apologize, Mr. Locke, I'm a little late. Things have been quite chaotic lately with the upcoming bishop election. The Imperial Police Department has been swamped with work."

Barakas, the warden, apologized to Principal Rocky quite politely.

Today he wasn't wearing the warden's uniform from Hellrom Prison, but a well-tailored suit instead. His hair was neatly combed, and he wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, giving him an impression of seriousness, integrity, and refinement. But in fact, his demeanor in the Imperial City of Hellrom was well known to everyone – not just anyone dared to deal with him.

He liked to treat prisoners and subordinates with a commanding, cold, and unquestionable tone. His smile was often false, sarcastic, and mocking, but when facing Rocky Macassi, he would become as polite and refined as this.

Lan Qi heard this, merely nodded slightly, gazing ahead as if deep in thought.

Two people walked on the soft corridor floor, their feet sinking into the deep crimson carpet beneath them. Its texture was thick and intricate, flowing softly with every step. The walls on either side of the corridor were adorned with intricately carved wooden panels inlaid with gold patterns. In the light, they shimmered with a subtle glow, mirroring the complex thoughts swirling within their minds.

"With great power comes great responsibility. I understand that."

Lance returned a polite smile and sighed,

"But to be honest, when I think about the papal election in three days, I get a headache."

At once, Ranch also seemed to remember something that troubled him, and he muttered to himself indecisively.

For these neutral figures residing in the Imperial City, voting without a clear preference was akin to gambling. They had to choose wisely, backing the eventual winning bishop to avoid incurring the wrath of any powerful factions.

"If Mr. Locke heard any rumors, please share them with me."

Bacchus, the prison warden, asked Langie.

Since Locke brought this up, he must have had some thoughts in mind. Otherwise, he wouldn't have just happened to discover the key point in Barcas's words.

In recent days, Bakas has also been probing for information. He was inclined to ask Loki McCasey for advice anyway, but he didn't expect Loki to pick up on his meaning so quickly.

Lanche pondered.

"All I know is that the nobles of the north and the Imperial Army both hold the Annihilation Branch in high regard. As for me, I find Asksans most appealing."

Lanche turned his head to look down the corridor, making sure no one was around. Then he said to Warden Bakas.

"...

" Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

Bakas stared at Lanchi's emerald eyes, eyes that shone with sincerity from deep within. He seemed to genuinely hope for Asksam's well-being.

It seems we all agree.

Bakas slowly nodded his head.

On second thought, that makes sense. Roche Maccari is the governor of the Northern Region, and the north is also under the control of the Order of Silence. It's not surprising that Roche has some connections with the Order.

Two people walked past a row of neatly arranged French windows. The window frames framed the outside world like exquisite paintings, showcasing the college courtyard, ancient Herlholm-style buildings in the distance, lush trees, and the newly renovated campus landscape as planned by Lanch.

When Bakas entered the academy grounds that day, he was amazed by the scenery.

He originally thought that Rocky McCasey was just a manager and leader with a unique wrist, who liked to use his position to improvise some bad works. He didn't expect that his artistic skills were truly amazing.

Even without considering Lucius Maccaxi's current standing in the Imperium, Bacchus was certain that his works would become highly sought-after in the Protoss Empire. Aside from the designs of these public structures, should anyone possess a privately held piece by Lucius Maccaxi, its value would undoubtedly reach legendary proportions.

This only solidified Bakas' belief that he had to befriend the man beside him.

Thus, Bakas and Ranch walked for a while longer, each lost in thought.

Mr. Locke, later this evening, I have a prominent acquaintance who would like to speak with you privately. He was on a whim and just confirmed today that he could see you. Would you be available

"Oh Who is this"

Lanche raised an eyebrow in confusion and looked at the jailer, Baccus, beside him.

"Duke Morotius Berenhard."

The warden, Bakas, casually mentioned his name.

Mr. Berlhard would like to see me, would you like me to pass on a message

Lanche looked at Baccus, the warden, with a grave expression.

Even when he first arrived in the Northern Continent, he was just an unknown figure in the Protoss Empire. He had already heard of Duke Morotien Berenhardt's name.

Duke Morotius Berhenhardt, the father of Duchess Corliss, is the wielder of [Primal Stone - Necromancer] and one of the two supreme powers in the Protoss Empire.

I never expected to be approached by the duke today.

(The End)

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