Three days later, in the early morning.

On the north side of the Royal Academy of Magic of Protos, a brick and stone building inlaid with dark gray reliefs is extremely heavily guarded today.

Built in 1728 as the school's main administrative centre, the Red Mondstadt building is one of the school's most iconic and magnificent classical buildings, and was not included in the renovation plan proposed by the new headmaster, Rocky McCarthy, and will remain in its original appearance for a long time.

Rocky McCarthy's office, as well as the meeting and reception areas for important visitors from outside the university, are located on the upper floors of the Red Mondstadt Building.

Even if a student passed by downstairs, he just glanced at it and walked quickly.

They had a rough idea of who Rocky McCarthy was going to host today.

Once the "Campus Youth Prison Tour" proposed by Rocky McCarthy is successfully implemented, the implementation of the school rules will be further consolidated in the future.

Schools will retain the principle of taking care of students' lives and safety, and change the punishment of students to a way that can better create social and public value.

Of course, the school's list wasn't enough to impress Warden Bakas.

If it's just to talk about this plan, it's more that Warden Barkass wants to get acquainted with Rocky McCarthy or sell him a small favor.

However, with the addition of the Snowfields Province's large-scale cooperation program, this is not the case.

It's an irresistible and rolling fortune, and the attempted cooperation of the first Spectre inmates in Snowfield Province alone has made Warden Bakas a little afraid to calculate the future value of the project.

It may have been Warden Barkas by now, and he had asked Principal Lodge.

On the third floor of the Red Mondstadt Building, Rocky McCarthy, dressed as usual, and a man in his thirties slowly walk down the corridors of the old building, surrounded by the solemnity of historical and artistic portraits.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Rocky, I'm a little late, it's been close to the bishop's vote recently, and there has been more turmoil, and the task of the Imperial Metropolitan Police Department is too heavy."

Warden Barkas politely apologized to Principal Rocky.

Today, he did not wear the uniform of the warden of Helrom Prison, but a straight suit, his hair was neatly combed, and he also wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, giving people the impression of seriousness, integrity, and culture, but in fact his style was well known in the imperial capital of Herrom, and he was not the object of ordinary people to deal with.

He likes to treat prisoners and subordinates with a dignified, cold, and unquestioning tone, and his smile is often hypocritical, sarcastic, and mocking, but he can also become so polite when facing Rocky McCarthy.

Hearing this, Lan Qi just nodded slightly, looking ahead, as if thinking about something.

The two of them stepped on the soft floor of the corridor, the crimson carpet under their feet was deep in color, thick in texture, and delicate in texture, flowing leisurely under their feet, and the intricate gilt patterns on the carved wooden walls on both sides of the corridor shimmered subtly in the light, just engraved their thoughts.

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

Ranch smiled back and sighed,

"But it's true that when I talk about the bishopric election in three days' time, I get a headache."

Immediately, Lanch remembered something troublesome, and staggered to himself.

For those of them who are neutral in the imperial capital, in fact, if there is no clear inclination, voting is like a treasure press, and only by voting for the bishop who wins in the end can they not offend anyone.

"If Mr. Lodge hears anything about it, please share it with me."

Warden Bakas asks Ranch for advice.

Since Rocky would mention this aspect, he naturally had some ideas, otherwise he would not have happened to discover the key point in Bakas's words.

Barkas has also been inquiring about the news these days, and he has a tendency to ask Rocky McCarthy for advice, but he didn't expect Rocky to hear him so quickly.

Ranch groaned.

"All I know is that the magnates and imperial armies in the north have a lot of respect for the Silent Branch, and in my opinion, it is Askesan who is most favored by me."

Ranch glanced back down the hallway, convinced that there was no one around, and said to Warden Bakas.

“……”

Barkas stared into Lanchi's emerald green eyes, which were heartfelt, sincere, and seemed to wish Asksan well.

"It seems that everyone is heroic."

Bakas nodded slowly.

If you think about it, Rocky McCarthy is the governor of the Snowfields Province himself, and the area to the north is guarded by the Bishop of Silence, so it's not surprising that Rocky has some friendship with the Silent Branch.

The two walked past a large row of windows that framed the outside world like delicate paintings, showing the courtyard of the college, the ancient Herromi buildings in the distance, the verdant trees, and the newly renovated campus landscape in Lanch's plan.

When he came to the academy today, Bakas was amazed by the scenery.

He thought that Rocky McCarthy was just a skilled manager and leader who liked to use his power to improvise some bad work, but he didn't expect that his artistic prowess was truly breathtaking.

Even without considering Rocky McCarthy's current status in the Empire, Barkas is sure that Rocky McCarthy's works will be hard to find in the Protos Empire in the future, and apart from the design of these public facilities, if anyone can own a piece of Rocky McCarthy that can be kept privately, its value will be limited to legends.

This convinced Barkas even more that he had to befriend the man next to him.

In this way, Barkas and Ranchi walked slowly for a while.

"Mr. Rocky, later tonight, I have a big man I know who wants to talk to you alone, and he is also improvised, just sure to see you today, I don't know if you are free."

Warden Bakas lowered his voice a little and said to Lanchi, who was walking beside him with his hands on his back.

"Oh? Who is it, please? ”

Lanch raised an eyebrow in confusion and looked at Warden Bakas beside him.

"Duke Morotian Berenhard."

Warden Bakas whispered his name.

"Mr. Berenhard wants to see me, do you need your excellency to speak on your behalf?"

Ranch asked, looking at Warden Bakas with a worried expression.

As early as when he first came to the Northern Continent, he was just an unknown little person in the Protos Empire, and he had heard the name of Duke Morotian Berenhalde.

Duchess Crores's father, Duke Morodian Berenhard, is the holder of the Primordial Slate - Undead, and one of the two supreme powerhouses of the Protos Empire.

I didn't expect to be found by the Duke today.

(End of chapter)