Dungeon master control room.

As the faint glow particles gradually recovered, Hersman opened his eyes and stood up with his cane, his movements relaxed and natural.

The teachers on the side were also relieved to see him like this.

"Dean, is there a way?"

In fact, this sentence does not need to be asked, without special training, human facial expressions cannot be concealed when mood swings, and although Hersman has lived for hundreds of years, he has a free and easy personality and has never liked to hide it.

Joy, anger and sorrow are overflowing.

"It's simple." He tapped his cane on the ground, "In seven days, the Ruins of the Palace of the Defeated King will usher in the impact of other secret realms, and when the teared spatial rift will cover the turbulence, then we will be able to restart the teleportation array." ”

"Wuhu!"

The teachers in the main control room cheered.

They weren't as old as Dean Hersman, and they hadn't seen as much as he had, and it was hard for even them to keep their cool when such an unexpected happened.

Fortunately, the accident is not unsolvable.

"Okay, okay, stop shouting, cheer up, and continue to monitor the other secret realms."

Raising his hand to suppress the cheers, Hirschman pestle his cane, step by step to move outward.

With a solution, it is natural that you also need to report to others to give everyone peace of mind.

It's just that Hersman had just stepped out of the general control room, and his steps suddenly stopped.

"Why are you here?" Hersman looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, his face cold.

The man standing in front of him at this moment was named Rubeus Stringer, the associate dean for student affairs in the college, and was at his level.

However, although they were colleagues, Hersmann rarely interacted with Stringer.

As a man who sat in the position of vice president before he was 100 years old, Stringer was full of calculations and was unguardable, and Hersman, who had always been reckless, disliked this kind of character who couldn't see through his mind - not that he couldn't see through, but he didn't want the darkness hidden in the other party's heart to pollute his eyes.

In the face of Hersmann's coldness, Stringer only maintained a decent smile.

"I heard it just now, it will take seven days for the teleportation array to be reactivated, right?"

"Just?" Hersman's gray eyebrows were twisted together, "If you're not satisfied with the 'seven days to reactivate', then you can fix it yourself." ”

Stringer shook his head slightly, "Mr. Hersman, I am very satisfied with this time, because I believe that our students will not be able to survive in the secret realm for seven days. ”

"But it's useless to be the only one who is satisfied, because I only have one mouth, and I can't talk about the parents of those children."

After a pause, Stringer spoke up again: "Seven days may not seem long to us, or even a short time, but those noble parents don't think so. ”

"They don't know how dangerous the secret realm is? No, they all used to be our students, and they all knew it; They don't know what their children are capable of? No, they know and have always been proud of their children's excellence. ”

"They know everything, but what's the use of knowing everything?"

"No one wants their child to be harmed, even if it's just a twisted foot, a broken piece of skin, or even just a few hairs."

Hersman smiled coldly: "No wonder today's children are becoming more and more cowardly, and it is becoming more and more difficult to become talents. ”

"The definition of success is different for everyone, and as a parent, it is probably the best 'success' to see your children grow up healthily." "All in all, these parents want us to solve the problem as soon as possible," Stringer said lightly. ”

"As fast as you can, preferably today."

"Fart!" Hersman was furious, "Today? You call them on their own!! ”

"As I said, they know everything, and they know if they are not capable enough." Stringer shrugged, "But it doesn't matter, you can't do it yourself, just call someone else to do it, they're the best at it." ”

“......”

Hersman clutched his chest and took a few big breaths.

After a while, he barely eased his emotions.

"I could have brought them out myself, but ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Stringer suddenly interrupted him: "The Dean will not allow you to do this, you are burning your last ......"

"It's true that the dean doesn't allow it, but you'll object to his disallowing." Hersman interrupted him rudely, a hint of coldness like a knife flashed in his cloudy eyes, "So shut up, don't say anything like that, and be careful that I spit on you." ”

"Scene, everyone loves to listen to this, you don't like to listen to it, I can't help it, it's a habit, I can't change it."

Stringer smiled nonchalantly and pulled out a list from the bag he was carrying.

"This is the proposed order of rescuing students, please take a look."

Hersman didn't answer, and the anger in his eyes was even worse: "I will save whoever I meet, no need for any order!" ”

"If you say that, don't save it, it's only going to hurt the children." Stringer smiled unabated, "Ordinary nobles don't look down on commoners, but big nobles will also not allow small nobles to survive before they do." ”

“.......”

Hersman suddenly felt a little tired.

has lived for so long, and his strength is not weak, but he can't even decide who to save himself.

The only thing he could decide was to save or not, but it seemed like two options, but he knew that there was only one choice.

"Ugh."

His back seemed to grow a little longer, and Hersmann walked slowly up to Stringer, snatched the list from his hand, and casually flipped through it.

"You're back." He shouted to Stringer, who was about to leave, "Why is Rolle Ziegler at the end of the list?" It's even one position higher than this card?! ”

"He has such an outstanding talent, his future achievements must be extraordinary, and he is the first to be saved, how can he be ranked in ......"

Stringerton's footsteps interrupted him, and without looking back, he said, "Sir, are you willing to gamble the life of your child in crisis with someone else's future?" ”

"In order to please a person who may have great achievements in the future, you let your own children die? When he becomes famous, you lick your face and run over and tell him, my child, because you died, you want to compensate me with something good? ”

"You can't even do this kind of thing, can you?"

Hersman opened his mouth, but he couldn't say a complete sentence, only in the negative.

"This, that's not right, it shouldn't be said that......"

"Sir." Stringer turned around, walked slowly in front of him, bent down to look at him, and whispered, "There is so much right and wrong in the world, and there is only who is stronger." ”

"You are very strong, but they are numerous and control social resources, and you cannot argue with their choice because you rely on human society to survive; That kid has a promising future, but what he has is only the future after all, and at this time, he has no way to modify his destiny due to his lack of ability, and he doesn't even have the same power to choose as you, so he can only bow his head obediently and obediently. ”

"But are the nobles who ordered you to be forced to make the choices they want wrong? It may seem like this to you, but it is right for them, because it is their children who are in crisis at this moment, and who wants their flesh and blood to leave them permanently because of the crisis? It would be so sad that you couldn't even shed tears. ”

"There is nothing wrong with all of them, you are right, Ziegler is right, the nobles are not wrong, no one is wrong, but you have nothing compared to them, and you are the weaker side in their eyes."

"And the weak should obey the strong."

"It's not a mistake, it's the rule of the world!"

"—the only rule!"

The last word fell, and Stringer patted Hersmann on the shoulder and turned away.

At this time, old Hesman's eyes were hazy, and his thoughts drifted away, and he did not see a letter that he had slipped into the shadows when he turned a corner, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.