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“The Human Who Helped the Demon Princess Reclaim Her Kingdom”
Chapter 71: How Did Lanqi Become the Principal?

Chapter 71: How Did Lanqi Become the Principal?

In the painting classroom, the light falling on Lanqi seemed to grow brighter, as if the sun had finally broken through after a long period of gloom.

Lanqi, being a Light Demon, appeared like a true savior at this moment, his figure radiant and dazzling.

Professor Mogut slightly lowered his head, showing respect to Lanqi.

The appearance of the special envoy meant that the academy could be saved.

The entire classroom became quiet and solemn in this brief moment, with only the soft ticking of the clock's second hand audible.

Finally, Lanqi spoke again:

"Take me to see the Vice Principal. I'll help you deal with the Blood Clan envoy."

"Yes, sir," Professor Mogut replied, his voice serious and dignified.

Then, his eyes narrowed slightly as he turned to Huberrian,

"And what about her..."

Professor Mogut felt that Huberrian knew too much.

Now that the special envoy had revealed himself, the teachers no longer needed to strictly adhere to the academy's rules.

Everything would prioritize the academy's ability to overcome the challenge posed by the Blood Clan envoy.

"The Demon King has instructed me that if I find talented students at the school, I can bring them back to the royal city. This is another part of my mission. You don't need to ask about the details. In any case, there's no need to worry. Just treat her as a colleague I'm currently training," Lanqi said indifferently, glancing at Huberrian.

"Understood," Professor Mogut nodded quickly, somewhat comprehending why the special envoy had been undercover for so long.

He dared not do anything that might offend this young woman.

Whether Lanqi's words about "another mission" were true or false, those who understood, understood. It wasn't something a mere professor should inquire about.

"Please follow me. I'll take you to convene an emergency meeting of the academy's senior leadership," Professor Mogut said urgently as he walked to the classroom door. He needed to take this special envoy to meet the Vice Principal as soon as possible.

"Mm," Lanqi nodded slightly, his hands behind his back.

He exuded the aura of a leader coming to inspect a subordinate unit.

He knew that it seemed he wouldn't be attending the fourth class.

...

In the dark stone corridor, Bachel had been anxiously watching the wooden door of the painting classroom.

Finally, when he heard a crisp sound of the door lock from inside the painting classroom, his body immediately froze.

Looking up, he saw the familiar figure emerge from the doorway.

It was Lanqi, as calm and composed as ever, as if what he had just completed was not a rigorous class, but a relaxed afternoon chat.

Professor Mogut's gaze swept over Bachel, that intangible coldness seeming to have substance, making Bachel's body feel a deep chill.

Bachel had never imagined that one day he would be so close to the school's high-level leadership.

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"Big..."

Just as Bachel was about to open his mouth to call out to Lanqi, suddenly, a chill rose from the bottom of his heart, as if he had instantly been placed in a deep ice cave.

This was the killing intent emanating from Professor Mogut, seemingly unable to tolerate any offense or even slight delay of their time by a small figure like Bachel towards Lanqi.

However, faced with such a scene, Lanqi showed no reaction at all. He just smiled lightly and casually raised his hand, using actions to indicate to Professor Mogut "no need to be so tense."

Then, to Bachel's disbelief, Professor Mogut actually followed Lanqi's意思, retracting all his hostility!

"Bachel, go attend your classes properly. I have to go do some important business now," Lanqi said, patting Bachel's shoulder lightly as he passed by him, bidding farewell as if a game had ended.

"I..."

Bachel's brain was racing, seeming to understand but finding it hard to accept this terrifying reality all at once.

He had long known that this Light Demon was extraordinary, but he never imagined that his true identity and status were even far above that of a senior professor!

Ding.

In the moment when Bachel didn't know how to speak to Lanqi, he heard a crisp sound and saw Lanqi toss him a credit coin as he left.

Bachel hurriedly caught it.

"Thank you!"

After Lanqi's figure disappeared into the depths of the corridor, Bachel slowly straightened up.

He secretly lowered his head, opened his palm, and looked at the credit coin in his hand.

There, quietly lying, was a credit coin of a strange style he had never seen before.

Its existence was like a dreamlike reality, making Bachel's snake eyes tremble uncontrollably, as if all the blood in his body had begun to boil.

It was a legendary 10-credit coin.

Bachel stood dazed on the spot, unable to calm the excitement in his heart for a long time.

After several tens of seconds passed, Bachel tightly gripped this 10-credit coin.

"I also want... want to become such a strong being who can dominate other demons..."

His voice was hoarse, as if the desire that had been buried in his heart for a long time had been irrepressibly pried open.

...

Half an hour later.

In the deep night at the Icerite Academy, the Jera Memorial Square was glowing with a soft white light.

The clock on the tower already pointed to half past midnight.

However, at this time, the square did not become quiet.

On the contrary, it was quite lively near the outdoor giant screen in the square at this time, with an atmosphere of anticipation and joy permeating the area.

Students who had decided to stay up all night had already brought their own blankets and found their spots on the steps of the square.

Many people were holding cups of hot coffee to drive away the cold of the deep night. Some students were even like they were on a picnic, with wooden wine boxes placed beside them, and grills on the steps with blazing charcoal fires, roasting meat and vegetables that gave off a tantalizing aroma that made one's mouth water in the deep night.

In the distance, under the illumination of street lamps, a figure slowly walked by, looking towards the direction of the outdoor giant screen in the square.

Her gray long hair had been braided into a plait, and she wore a pair of non-prescription glasses on her face, looking quiet and dignified.

This was Talia, who had undergone careful disguise.

She, who originally looked cold and frosty, now surprisingly had the air of a lonely young lady.

Now she looked even more different from the Great Love Poet. In the dim light of midnight, it was almost impossible for anyone to notice the similarity in appearance between her and the Great Love Poet.

She was holding a box of roasted chicken meat drizzled with rich sauce, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. From time to time, she would take a skewer and gently put a piece into her mouth, then chew slowly, as if forgetting all the fatigue of the late night.

About fifteen minutes ago, she remembered the ancient magical Shadow World she had seen in the afternoon. Unable to fall asleep while tossing and turning in bed, and feeling a bit hungry, she decided to go out and make another trip to the Icerite Academy.

However, what puzzled Talia was that the academy was much livelier than she had imagined at this moment.

"Mi Qing Cai San!"

From time to time, discussions and cheers could be heard from the direction of the square.

It was like they were staying up late to watch some annual finals.

"How exciting can it be... Isn't it just Lanqi taking exams and attending classes?" Talia muttered in confusion.