Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 951 - 727: Lanci’s Promotion Diary

A class period vanished in the blink of an eye.

Outside the classroom, on the corridor laid with black and white checkerboard marble that shone brilliantly, golden particles drifted leisurely in the air.

With the deep tolling of bells resonating above the central buildings of Saint Kray Temple, signaling the end of Lanci’s lectures for the day.

Even so, no student left the classroom, and some who were thirsty for knowledge gathered in front of the podium, asking him questions.

It wasn’t until much later, after the students with questions had formed a preliminary understanding and dispersed from him, that he quietly closed his notes and carefully placed the weighty ancient tome on the teak podium. He then offered a friendly and sincere smile to the students below and bid them farewell before striding out of the classroom.

Approaching noon, the interior of Elliot Building buzzed with noise and bustled with activity.

Students in groups of three or five, holding their bulky book-like magic devices, moved through the corridors in lively conversation, their laughter echoing in the spacious hallways, mingled faintly with savory aromas wafting from the cafeteria on the lower floors of Elliot Building.

Lanci walked alone by the corridor beside classroom 4-43, his footsteps swallowed by echoes off the stone walls.

"The students of Saint Kray Temple really do have some unique ideas, some of them truly stumped me."

The sharp questions raised by the students in his recent class persisted in his mind, their thoughts worthy of his deep reflection. Sometimes, Lanci had to discuss with Talia within his mind before responding.

Fortunately, Talia’s eight-hundred-year repository of knowledge was formidable indeed, truly...

Too beautiful and too powerful.

As Lanci’s thoughts were halfway, he felt as if an invisible hand had seized his heart, prompting him to utter in awe.

"Professor Landry! Please, wait!"

Suddenly, a rush of hurried footsteps and a young voice called from behind, interrupting Lanci’s train of thought in the corridor.

Seeing this, Lanci revealed a kindly smile, not yet answering Talia, ready to clarify each student’s doubts.

He suddenly raised his eyes and at the corner of the corridor stood a familiar figure—

It was none other than Nikola, known as "Red Falcon," the chief of the Domestic Strategy Section One of the Empire’s Special Operations Department.

He still wore crisp, neat black military uniform.

His chest medals gleamed in the sunlight, his hands folded behind his back, standing tall and firm as a pine.

Upon seeing Lanci, Red Falcon Nikola inclined his head in acknowledgment.

It seemed he had been waiting for Professor Landry for some time.

Following Lanci’s gaze, the students turned to look at Nikola’s stern face and the military uniform of the Empire’s Special Operations Department, immediately falling silent, no longer speaking.

Lanci likewise acknowledged the officer and then looked apologetically at the students beside him.

"I’m terribly sorry, Alexander, Benjamin, Christopher, Gregory... I suddenly have urgent business that needs attention. The questions you raised are indeed insightful, and I will be in my office to answer questions tomorrow afternoon. I’m available in my office, room 812 on the 8th floor of the Siperte Building at the Great Monastery, every Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday from two to five in the afternoon. Let’s have a thorough discussion then, okay?"

His tone was sincere and polite, and he accurately named each student.

"You go ahead, we’ll see you tomorrow."

The students immediately nodded, feeling as if their hearts were filled with something, growing fuller. They thought Professor Landry, whom they had met just two days ago, wouldn’t remember them so well, but he was already so familiar with them, caring about them, and they could even feel the sincere and unique emphasis from his eyes.

"See you tomorrow."

As Lanci spoke, he turned back and strode determinedly towards Red Falcon Nikola.

"Professor Landry, I apologize for the intrusion. Are you available to accompany me to the headquarters of the Empire’s Special Action Department now? Regarding the matter we discussed earlier, we need to confirm further details with you."