Chapter 320: Lan Qi to be Appointed Governor of the Snowfiel

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From the highest seat in the VIP stand of Qinston City Arena, Lord Blake Bourne struggled to accept the outcome decided in just a few seconds. He couldn't even fully grasp how Xia had ended the match with a flurry of punches and kicks that were faster than blades.

His temples throbbed with barely suppressed fury. He fought the urge to order his men to kill Xia and those two Protoss Royal Magic Academy brats, clenching the staff he leaned on in his hand.

Then he stared intently at Xia before his gaze shifted to Lance and Cid in the distant stands.

Professor Mech... I took care of those two students. No problem, right...

Sir Blackbourne's teeth weren't even parted, yet a horrifying rasp escaped his lips.

It's all the fault of those two troublemakers!!!

No problem.

Mei nodded,

"Anyway, you'll become governor, and I'll take care of things in the imperial capital for you."

Mech knew he should go along with Lord Blackthorn's mood at this moment.

Lord Blake Bourne nodded, rose to his feet, and walked over to the stands where the dignitaries of the Snowdrift Province were gathered, inviting them to join him as he approached Sir Levin Cintston's side.

The gleaming Knight's Tournament Arena reflected in the wrought iron railings of the VIP stand. A host of imposing nobles were slowly gathering from their seats, their opulent attire interspersed with the scent of irises, shimmering under the winter sun in this snowy realm. This elevated the solemnity of the recently concluded contest even further.

As they approached, the onlookers who remained seated on one side of the stands sensed the shift and began to move away. The previously crowded area near Lord Levenston's box gradually thinned out.

Some people dared not look straight ahead, they just glanced at the open space, pretending to still be watching the curtain call. Others clutched their children's hands, reminding them not to speak out of turn. The stands were shrouded in a sudden silence and oppressive moment.

"Levi, congratulations on finding a good son-in-law, but... wasn't he a little too rough"

Sir Blackbourne leaned heavily on his cane, standing in the aisle not far from Lord Levenson's seat.

"I will cover the medical expenses."

Lord Levenston's eyes were fixed only on the medical personnel he had arranged to tend to Xia at the edge of the distant arena. His gaze was filled with warmth.

"Medical expenses! Can you afford to pay them!"

Watching Leven's nonchalant demeanor, Sir Blake Bourne's hatred was growing hard to contain.

About the governor of the Snowfield Province, give me your stance. If you still want to brush it off today, don't blame us for becoming enemies later!

A manic grin spread across Sir Blackbourne's lips, his voice as sharp and clear as a frigid blade, piercing the eardrums of every person present.

Many of the people in Kingston still clustered around, revealed looks of terror.

Lord Blackthorn's followers, either gazed straight at Lord Leven Cinston or averted their eyes with a hint of apology, but they all remained on the side of Lord Blackthorn and Professor Mage.

Even the common people understood Baron von Bhmen's meaning.

He began to blackmail Lord Quintinstown.

The other lords have already agreed to Sir Blake Bourne becoming governor.

If Lord Leven Kineston still refuses, then next, the city of Kineston will become sworn enemies with Sir Blake Bourne, and be ostracized by the Snowdrift Province, facing siege from the Ghost Party.

It's even hard to guess if Lord Black might secretly push the Ghost Party from behind.

It is very likely that the next thing Qinshtun City will face is utter destruction!

Sir Blake Thorne's shadowed gaze swept over Ranch and Side, then landed on Professor McGee beside him, a hint of a sneer playing at the corners of his lips. It was as if he were telling them, no matter the outcome, neither of them would be leaving the Frostfell Province.

For a moment, the temperature in the entire arena plummeted. The previous chatter and commotion dissipated into thin air. A palpable tension and fear gripped the faces of the residents of Qinston City. An oppressive silence hung heavy in the air, a silence so thick that every heartbeat seemed to be battling against it. Time stretched, the seconds crawling by with agonizing slowness.

In the heart of the arena, Lord Kinsston of the Blue-Embroidered Robes stood alone and vulnerable.

Everyone was on edge, anxiously awaiting his answer, hoping for something reassuring. But the tension in the air grew thicker and thicker, threatening to boil over at any moment, ready to erupt into full-blown chaos.

However.

Only Rance, sitting beside him, lightly pressed his shoulder.

Looking at Lord Levenston's gaze, it seemed to be saying, "Now, leave it to me."

"Everyone, I'll just say a few words here."

Lanche raised his hand, though his movements were slow. His voice was deep and steady, giving off a sense of calm amidst the storm like an anchor holding firm. The other nobles couldn't help but turn their attention to him in confusion.

He took out a few sketches from his pocket.

These are portraits of each department head. If Professor Mech, you are truly high-ranking, you should at least recognize some of them, right

The nobles hadn't intended to pay much attention.

But at just one glance, she was captivated and amazed by the painting in his hand.

These portraits all feature meticulous brushwork and profound emotions, as if each one holds a story waiting to be uncovered. They also seem like just a few casual sketches of the young man in front of them, prompting viewers to imagine and speculate what kind of renowned masterpieces they would become if developed into finished works!

Even Sir Black Bourne himself was surprised, his eyes flashing with a hint of greed and deeper malice.

Silence hung heavy in the stands.

It is said that the young man who made Char a legend was a student at Protoss Royal Magical Academy.

His question to Professor Mage was very pointed, openly questioning the validity of Professor Mage's identity and simultaneously undermining Lord Blackthorne's platform.

Logically, they should be speaking up to defend Professor Maché right now.

But.

Out of personal feelings.

Several other nobles also wanted to take advantage of the opportunity and have Ran Qi identify them.

Thus, they all tacitly chose to look intently and refrain from speaking for the moment.

Of course, I know their names.

Mecha's voice remained imposing, unaffected by Lanche's questioning in the slightest.

My question isn't about their names, but rather the internal hierarchy of power among teachers at this school. There are defined levels of authority, ranging from the highest level zero to the lowest level nine. Please tell me, what is each individual's corresponding authority level

Lan Qi smiled calmly and asked again.

At that moment, McGee's face hardened and his heart pounded in his chest.

He understood this was a battle of wits.

He wasn't really sure if this new level system was in place at Protoss Royal Magic Academy now.

If you flatly deny it, and the other party immediately produces evidence proving that a sequence rule indeed exists in school, then you'll be caught red-handed!

If you follow the other person's line of reasoning, they could then retort that there is no such rule in school at all.

Damn little bastard!

"I'm very sorry, but information about teachers is confidential and cannot be released publicly. Don't even think about trying to get information from me to threaten other teachers."

Mei Qi suppressed the anger in her heart and replied with a faint smile.

If I hadn't reacted quickly and come up with a response, I would have likely been cornered by the sudden shift in the question.

He already had murderous intent in his heart. He would wait until this moment passed, and then he would make sure that Lord Blackburne killed these two men quickly to eliminate any future threats!

"Oh The authority levels of our school teachers are publicly announced, aren't they All transparent and open."

Lan Qi smiled meaningfully and took out a copy of "Protos Royal Academy of Magic - Admissions Handbook" from his pocket. It was the 1798 Solar Calendar edition, just released this year.

He seemed to be teasing Meiqi all along, causing even Xide sitting behind them to chuckle and cover his mouth.

"This is a forgery!!"

Mayce immediately bit back, pointing at the book in Lance's hand.

Now the reaction must be swift and decisive. Any hesitation will make you appear guilty.

"You didn't even look at it, how can you say it's a forgery"

Lance questioned with puzzlement.

From this point on, all the other nobles twitched their eyes.

Holding that brochure, the person's movements just now were natural yet seemed to contain a lot of suggestive feints and rhetoric. It was hard to tell which words were traps, and after answering one, it felt like another trap would appear.

"I've been away from the academy for a while, this is a newly published brochure. Your attitude was very unfriendly, naturally it would lead to my misunderstanding. You see, students like you always try every way possible to step on your teachers' heads."

Mei could only clench his fist and place it in front of his mouth, as if trying to alleviate the awkwardness, before changing his words and trying to smooth things over.

"…"

Despite this, the other nobles began to exchange glances with each other, starting to doubt Mage's authenticity.

Mech's logic was sound, but his continuous reactions had numerous unconvincing flaws.

Or perhaps, if a person's status is truly genuine, no matter what kind of test they face, they should not reveal any cracks!

But Ranchi's probing made Meichi seem a little suspicious.

If Professor Mochi is really a fake, they've made a fool of themselves in front of two former Protoss Royal Magic Academy students. Afterwards, they'll probably be the talk of the Imperial City.

The problem is that Professor Mei's deeds just happen to match those of a recent figure in the imperial capital... This has been confirmed by the Imperial Capital Investigation Team.

Could we please have a look at this brochure

Finally, a middle-aged male nobleman in a suit stepped forward and asked Lance.

At this moment, anyone could tell that this young man was extraordinary. His composure and bearing inspired a sense of conviction in them - the feeling that what he was saying was the truth.

You guys!

Sir Blake Bourne raised his cane slightly, looking a touch flustered.

Each page of the recruitment brochure bears the magical steel imprint of Protos Royal Academy of Magic, easily verifiable as genuine.

They have the previous year's admission brochure for comparison, and the magic seal is impossible to forge, unless they can steal the ancient magical device in the school that stamps this seal.

So.

Under the scrutiny of numerous nobles.

There was never any mention of Machi on the surface from beginning to end.

"The back will definitely have it. The department head's information is all at the back."

Baron von B's heart pounded, his cane jabbing at the air as he pointed it towards the nobles who were poring over the recruitment brochure.

The result is that you can never see the name "Magic" .

Meci's eyes darted back and forth, seeming to grow more and more anxious.

No matter what, you better remember what happened today! I'll settle the score with you someday!

Sir Blake Bourne turned to Lord Leven Cinston, a hint of departure in his voice.

Anyway, even if Professor Meji really has problems, his plan to be inaugurated as governor today failed, and there's still a chance to contact the Ghost Party and get revenge on these damned guys!

But the next second.

Just as Baron Boone was about to leave, he was stopped by knights from the Knights of Kinsington. Sir Black Boone's guard also tensed up in a confrontation with the knights.

"Revin! What do you mean Is there no law anymore Do you want to defy me in front of all the other lords!"

Sir Blackborne, his patience exhausted, turned back to Lord Levenston, glancing at the other lords present.

But he found that when the other nobles turned to a certain page in the recruitment brochure, they were all completely stunned.

For a long time there was silence, and no one spoke to him.

Holding a book, the nobleman seemed out of deference, his arm stiffly raised to display it for Sir Blake Bourne.

"Come now, Baron von Born, tell me, whose name is on the last page of this book"

Lance leaned back in his chair, a subtle smile playing on his lips, and tilted his head upwards.

In this moment.

Baron von Bn's throat trembled, unable to utter a single sound. His eyes widened, staring as if he had seen a ghost.

Only the nobles beside him could read those characters aloud.

Utterly silent, yet deafeningly loud.

The short name, like a magic sound, echoed around Lord von Born's ears, refusing to dissipate.

Soon, at Lord Levenston's command, the guards also arrested Sir Blake Bourne, Professor Mech, and their escorts.

Everything has become much faster.

Evidence that Sir Blackbourne conspired with the Ghost Party to murder Imperial Count Chaya Candies has been delivered to Lord Leven Quinston by Rance. According to protocol, before transportation is restored, the evidence can be temporarily held in the prison of Quintston City.

If Lord Blake Bourne dissents, then he may take his case to the High Court in Helm's Deep afterward.

The surrounding nobles, watching this sudden exposure and change, hesitated to speak, only feeling that they had made a huge blunder.

The most crucial point is that the man before them, if not himself personally present, their future exposure would leave none of them unscathed!

"I apologize, Mr. Loch McCassy, it was our mistake. Please forgive us!"

"It's alright, I don't blame you. You are also victims in this. I will keep this a secret for you to protect your reputation in the capital city."

Lan Qi shook his head and raised his hand again, signaling them to relax.

「……」

This made the other nobles silent again for a moment.

This Rocky McCassy seems like a friendly and approachable person, but he also sounds like he's speaking in code.

He only needed to casually mention the story a few times at school, and it spread among both teachers and noble students. Within a day, all these nobles from the Snowfield Province would be humiliated and whipped on the pillar of shame...

"My trip to the north is solely to launch a series of targeted rectification plans against the chaos in the Snowy Plains Province. Are you willing to support this"

Lancy asked succinctly.

Of course, Mr. McCarthy.

At this moment, not a single nobleman hesitated to respond to Lance.

"Well, when you see me in the Imperial City a month from now, how will you address me"

Ranch stood up, hands on his hips, looking south as if gazing at the distant imperial capital of Helrom.

"Governor Locke McCassy."

Lord Levenston, rising from his side seat, bowed to Ranchi.

The rest of the nobles quickly followed suit.

The governorship of the Snowy Plains Province is just one inauguration ceremony and a dispatch to the imperial capital away from being filled.

The headmaster of the Protoss Royal Magic Academy, such a capable man, is willing to serve as their governor. He doesn't seek responsibility, but rather helps them solve messes. No matter how he divides and coordinates several city-states, today is already the best outcome for them.

No one dared to say whether they agreed or disagreed.

They only knew one thing, their noble sense of responsibility and sincerity were absolutely genuine, and he just happened to possess the ability that matched.

The man before you, perhaps, will make the Protosian Empire great again.

……

In the not-so-distant stands of the arena.

Well, let's give him a slight boost in favorability.

West Germany stretched, like just waking up, his vertebrae creaking. He felt that with the Son here, he didn't have to worry about anything.

The cat boss listened to this, looked at Lance being ushered away by the nobles, then looked at West. He stammered and couldn't say anything.

What do you want to say

West Germany smiled and asked.

The cat boss hesitated for a moment, but still looked at Xide.

"You wouldn't...really fall for him, would you..."

The cat boss muttered, it was very worried, did Lan Qi really get targeted by the domineering church Then even if he escaped back to the South Continent, it would be over.

"I raised him like my own son. Do you really think I'd fall for a boy so much younger than me What do you take me for"

Only at this moment, West Germany's eyes grew cold, sending a shiver down the Cat Boss's spine. Its black fur stood on end, as if recalling the bone-chilling terror it had felt upon first laying eyes on this bishop.

The cat boss understood.

Although she enjoyed herself, she knew the difference between games and reality. Or perhaps her heart was always cold, never changing.

"Ugh..."

After trembling and shrinking into a ball, the cat owner's heart continued to pound wildly. But she secretly let out a breath of relief.

As long as Sieglinde doesn't fall for Lancelot, this trip to the Northern Continent shouldn't cause too much trouble.

Today over seven thousand words, Xi Zhi fainted. Please vote for me!

(The End)

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