Chapter 977: Chapter 975: Reversing the Real Culprit (Part 1) Chapter 977: Chapter 975: Reversing the Real Culprit (Part 1) “Who were you talking to just now?”
Lost in endless reverie, the door behind had already opened.
Fu Qian turned around, and there stood Lanaia, the head of the Punishment Department, with a look of suspicion and sharp eyes.
In the end, Old Master Veron, whether from fatigue or emotional distress, had clearly lessened the power of his Origin Void, which allowed Lanaia to notice something amiss.
“Did I?”
“Of course, I definitely heard you say ‘won’t send!'”
Lanaia spoke with conviction, her gaze flicking to the spot where Veron had just sat, obviously not willing to rest without an answer.
Straight denial was definitely not an option; although not a demigod, this person was no saint or naive believer, and not so easily fooled.
However, if things escalated now, the excitement would surely lose its color, which was something Fu Qian did not want to see.
Alas!
Confronted with Lanaia’s intense scrutiny, Fu Qian heaved a long sigh, stood with his hands behind his back, and gazed into the distance.
“Just now, I was captivated by the beautiful scenery and suddenly felt remorse for the blood on my hands these years, fearing the sins I’ve committed may never be cleansed in this lifetime, so I was momentarily overtaken by inner demons.”
“One single ‘won’t send,’ to somewhat ease my mind and also to offer farewell to the past, but…”
Fu Qian shook his head.
“How can it be that simple? After I’m done with this busy period, I plan to find a place to quietly reflect and repent. Do you have any places to recommend?”
…
Are you serious?
I don’t doubt the blood on your hands, but are you sure it’s stirring up inner demons, and not making you more excited?
This speech doesn’t match your style at all, does it?
After Fu Qian’s bout of reflection, Lanaia was undoubtedly dumbfounded for a while, and then her own emotions began to stir.
“A place suitable for your repentance? Sure, I just happen to know one.”
Moments later, she couldn’t help but speak with sarcasm.
“How about hell? I’m afraid other places might not be able to withstand you.”
Hmm…
Seeing the head of the Punishment Department learn to make snide remarks with his help, Fu Qian felt proud that the Academy truly nails the feeling of finding an instructor at the speed of light.
“That sounds somewhat reasonable, I’ll consider your suggestion.”
The next moment he actually nodded earnestly.
“Anyway, don’t mess around, and always be on guard. The people from Divine Ashes Institute are very tricky, and if you are planning any minor moves, you might inadvertently fall into their trap without even realizing it.”
Although Lanaia didn’t quite believe Fu Qian’s nonsensical talk, her suspicions were somewhat diluted after their jesting interaction.
Plus, seeing no signs of anything abnormal, she didn’t press further, merely offering a cautious reminder before leaving it at that.
“Including the people from Heaven’s Commencement Institute, don’t interact with them for now. They might be your fans, but most are crazed and don’t act as meticulously as you.”
Lanaia seems to hold me in high regard!
“Understood.”
…
The people from Divine Ashes Institute are even more active than I thought. Compared to that, what about my own little brothers and sisters?
After Lanaia left, Fu Qian maintained his posture but was contemplating another issue.
Veron concocting such a tactic was fierce but within the realm of normalcy, yet were the people from Heaven’s Commencement Institute being too low-profile?
There had been absolutely no movement from them since yesterday, which didn’t quite fit with their established character.
Fu Qian sensed something strange about the whole situation.
But no matter, with this added to the mix, today’s public trial might just be even more interesting.
…
The fact proved that until the sun began to set, there was no support from the Dragon Girl Group.
“It’s time to leave.”
Lanaia, who opened the door, although she could also be considered mature and attractive, had a serious look on her face and clearly did not wish for any mishaps at this last step.
“Okay.”
What gratified her was that the person of interest, after a day of “great enlightenment,” actually managed to bring forth an air of sentimental silence, fully embracing the demeanor of one who had renounced the butcher’s cleaver.
Of course, what she didn’t know was that this was merely an aftereffect of cold treatment.
Although it was far less severe than hot treatment, it still needed time to dissipate.
…
It feels so familiar!
Under the sunset, following Lanaia, Fu Qian quickly arrived at a place that seemed quite familiar.
After all, although no one remembered, this was actually his third time entering the Academy.
Only this time, the scale of the jury at the public hearing was excessively large.
In any case, the play had begun.
Upon Lanaia’s signal to enter, Fu Qian walked in with a faintly sorrowful expression, casually observing the surroundings.
In addition to the three on the chairman’s podium, there were about thirty or forty people seated in front and behind, all of whom appeared to be Academy Instructors.
Not only was the number vast, but their strength was also undeniable; a glance revealed that there were as many as four demigods among them.
Of course, this included Old Master Veron, whom he had just met today.
And it was apparent that, due to the intensity of the brainstorms, this individual was indeed a bit tired, markedly the weakest in spirit among the four demigods.
However, it seemed that through some special method, he had quickly alleviated the side effects of the cold extraction, avoiding a face full of sorrow and indignation.
Aside from Veron, the remaining three demigods comprised two men and one woman.
Cass, with whom there had been past dealings and who was the direct supervisor of the person involved, was surprisingly present, seemingly in quite a good mood.
In fact, not just him, nearly more than half of those who had accompanied him on the trip to the Tomb of the Nameless Deities last time seemed to have arrived.
The remaining two demigods were new faces to Fu Qian.
In fact, Fu Qian was not surprised by the display of martial prowess at the Academy.
After all, it had been built up over many years, especially being an academic institution.
Even in Fu Qian’s view, the lineup seemed somewhat thin without the likes of a Divine Envoy or similar figure to bolster it.
After all, a genius professor had died within the Academy premises, and even the Night Watchman had issued a stern warning; theoretically, no amount of attention would be too much.
Could it be that all the elites of the Academy were already here?
…
Overall, although the thirty or forty people below the podium were not arranged in a strict order, they still roughly formed three separate groups.
Around the seat of Old Master Veron, nearly everyone had a look of fierce anger, as if bearing deep-seated grudges.
This group, without a doubt, comprised the elite of the Divine Ashes Institute.
On the opposite side, distinct from Veron’s group, Cass was somewhat mindful of impressions, his expression barely managing to appear serious.
The bunch around him were much more unrestrained, their excitement at Fu Qian’s appearance clear to see, almost as if they wished to unfurl a banner in celebration.
The group showing the least reaction undoubtedly belonged to the Swordsmanship Department, home to the only female demigod present.
At that moment, they all uniformly had little expression, suggesting a sort of equal disdain for each side.
As for the four institutes, why were there three groups of people?
Ah Kai from the Benevolence Institute was currently sitting alone in a corner, dozing off.
This group, which had the most evident air of charlatanism, clearly only had him present as their representative.
“Professor Fu.”
Amid these reflections, one of the three on the stage, Li Weixuan, had already begun speaking with an even-toned voice.
“Regardless, we are very grateful that you could be here today. Let’s begin.”