In the VIP stand at the top of the Chingston City Arena, Viscount Blake Bonn could not accept that the victory and defeat were decided in just a few seconds, and he could not even fully accept Char's set of punches and kicks to end the contest faster than the blade.

The veins on his forehead jumped wildly, as if he was trying his best to resist the urge to order his men to kill Char and the two bastards from the Protos Royal Academy of Magic, and clenched his cane on the ground.

Stared at Char for a while, and then moved his gaze to Lanch and West Germany in the distance of the stands.

Professor Mitch...... I'll get rid of those two students, you don't have a problem......"

Viscount Blake Bonn didn't open his teeth, but he let out a terrifying trembling sound.

Blame those two troublemakers for everything......!!

"No problem."

Meech nodded,

"Anyway, you will become the governor, and I will help you settle it over there in the imperial capital."

Mech knew very well that this time should be in line with Viscount Blake Bonn's mood.

Viscount Blake Bonn nodded, stood up, and walked to the stands where the magnates of the Snowfield Province were, inviting them to walk with them to the side where Viscount Levine Chanston was.

The glittering silver building of the knight's arena is reflected on the wrought iron fence of the VIP stand, and a group of powerful nobles are slowly gathering and walking from the seats, their luxurious costumes, mixed with the fragrance of irises between the ranks, shining in the snowy winter sun, making the atmosphere of the competition more solemn.

As they approached, the people who had not yet left the side of the stands felt the change and retreated, and the bustling side of the stands where Viscount Levine Chindton used to be located gradually became much more empty.

Some people did not dare to look directly, but just looked at the empty field, pretending to be watching the curtain, while others held the children's hands tightly and reminded them not to make a casual noise, and the surrounding of the stands was enveloped by this sudden silence and oppression.

"Levine, congratulations on recruiting a good son-in-law, but ...... Isn't he a little too ruthless? ”

Viscount Blake Bonn stood on crutches in the aisle not far from where Viscount Levine Chesston was seated.

"I'll compensate for the medical expenses."

Viscount Levine Chingston only cared about Char, who was taken care of by the medical staff he had already arranged for the arena in the distance, and his eyes were full of gentleness.

"Medical expenses?! Can you afford it?! ”

Looking at Levin's understatement, Viscount Blake Bonn's hatred was already difficult to contain,

"Regarding the matter of the governor of the Snow Plains Province, you can make a statement, if you still want to perfunctory the past today, don't blame us for being enemies in the future!"

The corners of Viscount Blake Bonn's mouth hooked up into a crazy sneer, and the clear voice pierced the eardrums of everyone present like a cold dagger.

Many of the people in Chingston City, who had not yet retreated, showed frightened expressions.

The lords behind Viscount Blake Bonn looked directly at Viscount Levine Chesston or looked away a little apologetically, but they were always on the side of Viscount Blake Bonn and Professor Madge.

Even the people understood what Viscount Bonn meant.

He began to threaten Viscount Chenston.

The other lords had agreed to the appointment of Viscount Blake Bonn as governor.

If Viscount Levine Chingston does not agree, then the city of Czeston, which has become a mortal enemy with Viscount Blake Bonn, will be excluded from the Snowfield Province and besieged by the Phantoms.

It's hard to even guess if Viscount Black will push a ghost party behind his back.

It is very likely that what Chamston City will encounter next is the destruction of the city!

Viscount Blake Bonn's gloomy gaze swept over Lanch and Sid, and then at Professor Meech beside him, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, as if telling them that no matter what the outcome, the two of them should not want to leave the Snowfield Province.

For a moment, the temperature over the arena plummeted, the chatter and noise had become a thing of the past, the faces of the residents of Chingston City were full of nervousness and horror, the air was filled with an indescribable depression, everyone's heartbeat seemed to be fighting against the silence around them, time seemed to be stretched, and the second hand turned unusually slowly.

At the heart of the entire arena, the Lord of Chiston City, dressed in a dark blue embroidered robe, looked extremely isolated and vulnerable at the moment.

People were nervously waiting, hoping that he would be able to give a reassuring answer to everyone, but the sense of oppression in the atmosphere became stronger and stronger, so that the whole scene could completely explode at any time due to the ignition of the fuse.

However.

Only Lanch, who was sitting next to him, gently pressed on Viscount Levine Chenston's shoulder.

The gaze of Viscount Levine Chingston seemed to tell him that he could leave it to himself next.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I will say a few words here."

Lanchi raised his hand, and although the movement was slow, the deep and steady voice gave a sense of calmness as an anchor of stability in the midst of a storm, causing several other nobles to look at him in confusion.

I saw him take out a few stick scripts from his pocket.

"These are portraits of the heads of each department, and if Professor Metch is really a high-level person, you should recognize at least some of them, right?"

The aristocrats were not going to pay much attention.

But just one glance, I was attracted and shocked by the painting in his hand.

These portraits have meticulous brushstrokes and deep emotions, as if each painting has a story waiting to be discovered, and it seems that it is just a few portraits painted by the young man in front of him, so that they can't help but imagine and speculate at this moment what it would be like if these drafts were turned into real paintings!

Even Viscount Blake Bonn was surprised, and a hint of greed and deeper malice flashed in his eyes.

Silence, pervading the stands.

The other nobles had heard that the young man who made Char was a student at the Royal Academy of Magic of Protos.

His question to Professor Mech is very clear, it is to openly question the authenticity of Professor Mech's identity, and at the same time, he is demolishing the platform of Viscount Blake Bonn.

It stands to reason that they should have spoken up against Professor Meech at this point.

But.

Out of selfishness.

Several other nobles also wanted to take advantage of this opportunity, and Ren Lanch would distinguish them for them.

So they all tacitly chose to pay attention, and didn't say much for the time being.

"Of course I know their names."

Mech's voice was still majestic, unmoved by Lanch's questioning.

"My question is not their names, but in this school, there is also an internal defined hierarchy of teachers' powers, from the highest level of zero to the lowest level of nine, please tell me what the level of authority corresponding to each of them is."

Ranch asked again with a calm smile.

Suddenly, Mech's expression froze, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

He understood that it was a psychological war.

He really didn't know if there was such a new level rule in the Royal Academy of Magic of Protos today.

If you deny it in one bite, and the other party immediately comes up with evidence that can prove that there are indeed sequence rules in the school, then you will immediately reveal the stuff!

But if you follow the other person's words, the other party can say that there is no such rule in the school at all.

Damn little brutes!

"I'm very sorry, but the internal information of teachers cannot be disclosed to the public, you don't have to try to extract information from me and then threaten other teachers."

Meech resisted the anger in her heart and replied with a slight smile.

If you don't react quickly and come up with a response rhetoric, you may be forced into a dead end by a sudden turn of the problem.

He already has murderous intent in his heart, and when he fools it at this moment, he must let Viscount Blake Bonne kill these two guys quickly to prevent future troubles!

"Oh? The authority level of teachers in our school is publicized to the public. All open and transparent. ”

Ranch smiled meaningfully and took out a copy of the "Protos Royal Academy of Magic - Admissions Guide" from his pocket, and it was the 1798 edition of the solar calendar, which was just released this year.

He seemed to be teasing Meech all the time, so that West Germany, who was sitting in the back, couldn't help but smile.

"It's fake!!"

Mechi immediately bit it to death, pointed to the book in Lanch's hand and said.

The reaction must be electric, and any hesitation will appear to be a ghost.

"You haven't even seen it, how can you say it's fake?"

Ranch questioned in bewilderment.

The other nobles all twitched their eyes slightly.

The guy holding the admissions brochure was naturally what he did just now, but he didn't know how many inducing feints and words there were, and he couldn't tell which sentence was a trap, and what new trap would be introduced after answering.

"It's been a while since I left the academy, this is a newly issued brochure, your attitude is very unfriendly, naturally it will cause me to misunderstand, you know, you students always try your best to step on the teacher's head."

Meech could only put his fist in front of his mouth, and changed his words as if to relieve his embarrassment, trying to get the words back in his mind.

“……”

Despite this, the other magnates began to exchange glances with each other, and they all began to doubt Meech's authenticity.

None of Mezzie's logic is faulty, but there are many less convincing flaws in the successive reactions.

Or if a person's identity and status are true, then no matter what kind of temptation he endures, he should not show flaws!

But Ranchi's temptation, no matter how you look at it, makes people think that there is something wrong with Meech.

If Professor Mercy is true or not, they made a fuss in front of two old students of the Royal Academy of Magic of Protos, and then they are afraid that they will become a big joke in the imperial capital.

But the problem is that Professor Meech's deeds happen to match the most recent figure in the imperial capital...... This has been verified by the Imperial Capital Investigation Team.

"Can you show us this prospectus?"

Finally, a middle-aged male nobleman in a formal dress stepped forward and asked Lanch.

At this moment, everyone knows that this young man is extraordinary, and such an absolutely calm posture and status makes their hearts begin to lean towards one fact - what this young man says is the truth.

"You guys?!"

Viscount Blake Bonn lightly lifted his cane, a little panicked.

Each page of the admissions brochure has the magic seal of the Royal Academy of Magic of Protos, and its authenticity is easy to distinguish.

They had the admissions brochures of previous years to compare them with, and the Magic Seal couldn't be forged at all, unless they could steal the ancient magic guide in the school that could bear this seal.

Thereupon.

Under the look of a group of nobles.

From beginning to end, there is no information about Mech on it.

"There must be something in the back, and the information of the department heads is in the back."

Viscount Bonn's heart raced, and he pointed with his cane at the magnates who were flipping through the admissions brochure.

As a result, the name Meech is never visible.

Meech's eyes flickered from side to side, as if he was getting more anxious.

"No matter what, you remember today's events for me! Someday I'll settle accounts with you! ”

Viscount Blake Bonn turned to Viscount Levine Chesston, with the slightest hint of leaving.

Anyway, even if Professor Meech really has a problem, and his plan to become governor today fails, there will be a chance to contact the Ghost Party and get revenge on these damn guys!

But the next second.

Viscount Bonn, who was about to leave, was stopped by the knights of the Knights of Chingston, and Viscount Blake Bonn's guards also confronted the knights nervously.

"Levine?! What do you mean, there is no royal law anymore, do you want to be unfavorable to me in front of the other lords?! ”

Viscount Blake Bonn couldn't help but turn back to Viscount Levine Chesston and question him as he looked at the other lords.

As a result, he found that the other nobles were completely stunned when they saw a certain page.

After a long silence, no one spoke for him.

The nobleman holding the book, as if out of affection, raised it stiffly with his arm and showed it to Viscount Blake Bonn.

"Come, Viscount Bonn, tell me whose name is signed on the last page of the book."

Ranch asked, leaning back in his chair with a vague smile on his face.

This moment.

Viscount Bonn's throat trembled, and he could not make any sound, but his eyes were wide as if he had seen a ghost.

Only the nobleman beside him helped him read those words.

It's quiet, but it's noisy.

The short name, like a magic sound, surrounded the ears of Viscount Bonn, and could not be dispersed.

Soon, on the orders of Viscount Levine Chindton, the guards also arrested Viscount Blake Bonn and Professor Madge, as well as their guards.

Everything went quickly.

The physical evidence of Viscount Blake's collusion with the Spectres to murder Char Candace, Earl of the Empire, has been handed over to Viscount Levine Chandton, who can be imprisoned in the prison of Czeston City before traffic resumes.

If Viscount Blake Bonn refuses to accept it, then he will also meet at the Supreme Court in the imperial capital of Herrom.

The surrounding nobles looked at this sudden revelation and change, and they didn't dare to speak, only feeling that they had provoked a big oolong.

The most important thing is that if the man in front of them hadn't come in person, none of them would have been able to get away with the East Window incident in the future!

"I'm sorry, Mr. Rocky McCarthy, it's our fault, I beg your pardon!"

"It's okay, I don't blame you, you are also victims, I will keep this matter secret for you, so as not to damage your reputation in the imperial capital."

Ranch shook his head, and raised his hand again to signal that they didn't have to be too restrained.

“……”

This made the other nobles fall silent again for a while.

This Rocky McCarthy seems to be a very friendly and amiable person, but he also seems to be speaking black words.

He only had to talk casually twice in the school to spread the story among the teachers and aristocratic students, and in less than a day, their group of nobles from the Snowfield Province would be carved on the Pillar of Shame and whipped......

"I came to the north this time to carry out a series of special rectification plans for the chaos in the Snow Plains Province, are you willing to support it?"

Lanchi asked succinctly.

"Of course, Mr. McCarthy."

At this moment, none of the nobles hesitated to respond to Ranch.

"Very well, what are you going to call me when you see me in the imperial capital in a month's time?"

Ranch stood up and looked south with his hands in his hands, as if he were looking at the imperial capital of Herrom from afar.

"Lord Governor Rocky McCarthy."

Led by Viscount Levine Chenston, who stood up from the side, he bowed to Lanch.

The rest of the nobles quickly followed suit.

The position of governor of the Snowfield Province is only one inauguration ceremony and an official letter to the imperial capital.

The headmaster of the Royal Academy of Magic of Protos is such a capable gentleman who is willing to serve as their governor, and instead of pursuing responsibility, he will help them solve the mess, and no matter how he will divide and coordinate the several city-states, it is the best outcome for them today.

No one dares to say yes, or disagree.

They only know one thing, and their noble sense of responsibility and sincerity are not false at all, and he happens to have the ability to match them.

The man in front of him may make the Protos Empire great again.

……

Not far from the arena seats.

"Well, it's good to add a little bit of favorability to him."

Sid stretched his waist as if he had just gotten up, and the bones on his waist rang, and he felt that with this holy son, he didn't have to worry about anything.

Hearing this, Boss Cat looked at Lanchi, who was being greeted away by a group of nobles, and then looked at West Germany, squirming and not daring to say anything.

"What do you want to say?"

Sid asked with a smile.

Boss Cat hesitated for a while, but still looked at West Germany.

"You won't ...... I really like him......"

The cat boss snorted, it was very worried, Lan Qi was really favored by the Catholic Church, so even if he fled back to the Southern Continent, it would be fine.

"I'm raising him like a son, am I going to like a boy so much younger than me? Who do you think of me? ”

Only at this moment, Sid's eyes were a little cold, causing the cat boss to chill, and his black cat hair stood up, as if he felt the horror he felt when he first saw this bishop.

Boss Cat understood.

Although she enjoys it, she can distinguish between the game and reality, or her heart has always been extremely cold and has never changed.

"Hoo ......"

The cat boss, who shrunk into a ball after trembling, couldn't stop his heart from beating violently, but he was still secretly relieved.

As long as Sigrid doesn't get interested in Ranch, then this trip to the Northern Continent won't be a big deal.

Today there are more than 7,000 words, fainting at night, begging for a monthly pass!

(End of chapter)