Chapter 40: Thank You, Dean

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

In the afternoon exam, under the leadership of Zhang Xing, there was no suspense as they secured the first place.

Zhang Xing ranked first in individual points and received an additional fifty points as a reward. In total, he earned one hundred credits, causing envy among many classmates.

Immediately after the test, Zhang Xing was called by Instructor Sorina.

“Zhang Xing, did you injure Clive’s brother Glann?”

“No!”

Zhang Xing feigned confusion, his eyes showing a puzzled expression.

“Don’t deny it. Many students in the cafeteria saw it, and the Linde family has reported the incident to the Dean.”

Sorina furrowed her brow, appearing somewhat anxious.

“Who saw me personally attacking him? Which hand did I use? Did I use magic or some other method?”

“I’m too small to be able to harm him!”

Even though everyone knew the truth, he could not admit it.

If he were to confess, he would probably not be able to continue studying at the academy.

He reckoned that the Linde family would not dare to dig too deep. The reputation of the Six Towers Association was not just for show, and they would not tolerate a small family causing trouble.

If the academy refused to investigate and instead put all the blame on him, then he would have to stay here.

“Ah! You, child, your attack was too severe. Fortunately, Tina treated Glann in time, and he will be fine after a few months of rest.”

“Oh, by the way, the Dean personally treated Glann’s head injury, and he regained consciousness immediately. Otherwise, the Linde family wouldn’t have stopped there.”

“You should focus on your studies and not cause any more trouble!”

Hearing this, Zhang Xing breathed a sigh of relief.

In his mind, an image of an old man with silver hair, a white beard, and wearing a plain gray robe, with no insignia of a mage on the cuffs, emerged. He had not mistaken the Dean.

Just based on the impassioned words the Dean spoke in his defense earlier, Zhang Xing knew that the Dean was a person of justice who despised evil.

Thinking about this, a surge of enthusiasm welled up in Zhang Xing’s heart.

“Thank you, Your Excellency Dean! Thank you, Instructor Sorina!” he said, bowing respectfully to Sorina.

“Alright, if you’re thankful, go and express your gratitude to the Dean in person. He asked me to bring you to him.”

Sorina held Zhang Xing’s small hand and walked towards the Dean’s office.

Along the way, Sorina seemed very happy, occasionally asking Zhang Xing about his past.

Zhang Xing did not say much, only sharing a few days of his life in Kimura Village and the passing of his grandfather.

Upon learning that Zhang Xing was now an orphan, Sorina’s heart filled with infinite sympathy.

She wanted to bring Zhang Xing home and take care of him, but Zhang Xing could not agree to it.

After all, her home was the Dean’s home, and living there would be uncomfortable.

Besides, he had so many secrets. He could not let Black Treasure go out hunting every few days, even though he really wanted to.

Once Sorina brought Zhang Xing to the entrance of the Dean’s office, she left.

Zhang Xing gently knocked on the door twice, and the dean’s loud and dignified voice came from inside.

“Come in!”

Seeing the well-behaved Zhang Xing, Dean Jaeger was as excited as a big husky encountering a little husky.

At a glance, Zhang Xing could tell that the Dean had a playful personality.

“Hello, Your Excellency Dean!”

“Thank you for upholding justice for me!”

Upon hearing these words, Jaeger burst into laughter.

“Hahaha, from the way you put it, if I didn’t speak up for you, would that make me the evil side?”

“Not necessarily. The opposite of justice isn’t necessarily evil; there’s also neutrality!” As Zhang Xing spoke, he gestured with his little hand, appearing quite amusing.

“Oh! Quite the debater, I see. You have a way with words. No wonder you managed to snatch away all those 50 credits for yourself.”

“Please have a seat. Do you know why I called you here?”

The Dean pointed to a purple chair carved with Laurent Flowews on the opposite side, smiling warmly.