284.Chapter 282 If Ranch Becomes President
Chapter 282: If Ranch Becomes President
Every breath, every bump in the classroom, and even the leaves outside the window that were slightly trembling due to the wind were all extraordinarily clear.
The students were all in a posture of waiting, gazing at the teacher on the podium every now and then.
Time seemed to stand still in the silence, which lasted for a long time and then seemed to last only moments.
Theodore took out his handkerchief and wiped his hands, putting the chips away, his face once again looking solemn.
He broke the silence with a soft cough.
“Anfis student’s Campelt family started in 1725 of the solar calendar, in recent years it has been a staunch rightist, although there are many Demons in the family but they were all bought as slaves, and the commerce and trade with the Kingdom of Etheltellan is also regular and law-abiding, there is no risk in terms of taxes and imperial secrets, I believe that no matter how we investigate it there will not be a half a problem, it’s absolutely impossible that this kind of family can be a Proteus Empire’s mole, they are weathered by the elements.”
Sidor said from the podium, his voice, like a gust of wind gently scraping away the winter’s cold.
Hearing Xiduo rounding up the situation, the others gradually sighed in relief.
The class seemed to be able to resume its smooth progress again.
No, they were a bit confused as to whether Sidor was helping her or screwing her with his words.
Soon enough, someone noticed the blonde noble lady, Amphis, with her eyes constantly dodging and a cold sweat breaking out on her forehead.
This associate professor seemed to be a skewer! Skewering her backwards to numb her.
“Students.”
Theodore spoke gently, with a hint of pleasantness in his voice.
“I realize that we’re all a little hyper and nervous about these topics, and maybe some of you are even a little scared, but remember, this is just a classroom.”
……
Proteus Royal Magic Academy, the ancient history department school building was hidden in the mist of the gardens, the air of solemnity and history surrounded every inch of it.
The stone corridor walkway on the side of the building was not blindingly intense despite it being pre-noon, only a subdued light spilling down, as unobtrusive as this History Section building, only the deep knowledge and wisdom contained within it.
The whole class then ended in a smooth and quiet atmosphere.
In terms of discipline, it was even a step above the classrooms of the Ichorite Academy.
Gloria, the direct soldier, was nowhere to be seen after class, while Sidor came to the back of the classroom with his briefcase, inviting Ranch to join him for a walk and a chat.
Two tall figures were making their way down the pathway, their gait steady as they talked respectfully to each other.
“Mr. Rocky McCarthy, may I have you as my teaching assistant? It’s the equivalent of a full teaching position hired by the history department of the Protoss Royal Academy.”
Sidor felt that the students were in dire need of some prodding from such a strict teacher.
“Of course there’s no problem, or rather I would have had quite a few questions about the history of the Northern Continent that I would have liked to ask Associate Professor Sidor.”
It was always incumbent upon Ranch to do this kind of work.
He had already discovered that it seemed that whenever he went to a place like a school, with his excellent ability to manage students, it always didn’t take long before he encountered an opportunity to join the staff.
It would have been possible for him to retire in the Northern Continent on the sustenance of his student, Zestila, if he had wished to do so.
But there was more to his life than just eating and sleeping, he was also burdened with lofty ideals, and he wanted to work hard to make society happy and secure for a long time.
“Big help, Rocky-sensei.”
Sidor quickly went over the process they would be going through next and the appropriate treatment for Ranch.
The salary wasn’t as high as what Viscount Francis was paying Ranch, but Ranch was already supposed to be getting three salaries already now, with both the Silent Branch and the Hegemony Branch paying him.
Additionally Theodore would grant Rancic the number of credit points he could permit as an Associate Professor on a daily basis, the equivalent of a transfer to Zestila, which was a lot more than what Zestila herself could earn by completing her coursework normally every day.
“In the future, if you enter the academy as a noble-born follower, you will still not be able to go out on weekdays, but you can fulfill your normal duties on the History Department’s textbook team. If you enter the academy as a teacher starting next week, then you can travel as much as you want but will not be able to perform the duties of a follower, such as helping Zestila with items such as her monthly exams, though you will still be able to bring her extra credits.”
Sidor explained for Ranch. “So what if I have to take about a month’s vacation starting next week?”
Ranchi’s schedule needed to be staggered because he now had four jobs.
The cat boss hiding in the shadows was silent.
It realized that the number of jobs on Ranch was gradually becoming a bit more abstract.
There seemed to be no limit to the bastard’s talent and enterprise.
After Ranchi became the Holy Son of the Hegemony, the cat boss now finally understood why Hu Po always said to stop him a little.
But for now, it didn’t seem like the problem was particularly special even if Huubao wasn’t there.
At least he hadn’t broken into something big yet.
At best, he’s only a little known in the political and legal circles of the imperial capital of Helom because he reported the Grand Cleric of the Silent Branch, not to mention the entire Protoss Empire and the Northern Continent, which is countless times more vast than where they are.
Everything would be fine when they found Huubao!
“A month ah, no matter, you help me cure the students for a week, just put down strong medicine, it should be a course of treatment and the medicine will be gone.”
Xiduo thought for a moment and nodded.
It was best to send the student straight away, it was more hassle-free.
“I’ll do my best.”
Ranch walked with Sidor on the road to the office building.
Regarding this aspect of the classroom, the two of them found themselves chatting quite a bit, both agreeing with the campus education philosophy of treating chaos with a heavy hand and curing the disease with a heavy hand.
Until the number of students along the way became less and less, and finally reached the thinning of the crowd near the teachers’ office building.
“Rocky, what do you think about this war in the Protoss Empire?”
Sidor suddenly asked.
This kind of sensitive topic shouldn’t have been talked about in the first place.
It’s just that Ranchi didn’t hide his position too much earlier, so Xiduo spoke straight with him.
There weren’t many people who had the guts as well as the strength to take a stand at the moment.
Ranchi let out a laugh at his words, as if he felt that this war itself was unnecessary.
“If I were the president of the empire, there wouldn’t be any possibility of this war at all, I would just build a wall in the north to end the worries of the northern residents, and also use this to prove the innocence of the northern countries, but every country in the north, needs to pay me money, and we, the Protoss Empire, will only be responsible for a maximum of 30% of the money for the construction of the wall.”
He raised his hand and pointed out the evaluation with conviction.
Sidor: “……”
He felt a lump in his throat as he listened.
As absurd as Ranch’s words sounded.
But it did seem like something this madman could do.
The kingdoms in the north thought that instead of fighting this battle, it might be better to actually pay money to build the wall, which would be a protective safeguard for them.
One program satisfied everyone’s demands.
Though there would be no side whose heart would be more than comfortable ……
(End of chapter)