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nWhen Mervin heard that, his eyebrows shot up in surprise.

nShang was also quite surprised. “The dean wants to see me?” he asked.

nSoran nodded. “Follow me,” he said as he turned around.

nShang looked at Mervin, but Mervin only shrugged. “I wanted to show you where you can deliver the corpse to, but I might as well do that for you now. I will add the contribution points to your emblem when you get it.”

nShang nodded. He guessed that the emblem Mervin referred to was probably some form of identification, similar to the ID cards in companies on Earth.

nShang handed the Beast Sack over to Mervin and followed Soran.

nSoran led Shang to the side of a hallway and up some flights of stairs.

n“Why does the dean want to see me? Is that normal for new students?” Shang asked.

n“I don’t know, and no,” Soran said. “Usually, It’s either the other Vice-Dean that welcomes the new students or me. The dean doesn’t come into contact with students much.”

nSome seconds of silence passed as they climbed up another flight of stairs.

n“So, am I part of the academy now?” Shang asked.

n“That’s up to the dean,” Soran answered. “I gave him the report, but before he gave his okay, he told me to bring you to him.”

nShang didn’t answer as his brows furrowed.

nWhy would the dean want to meet him?

nSure, Shang had great instincts, but Soran and Mervin were acting like this was something unusual. If it were normal for talented students to meet the dean, they wouldn’t have acted in such a manner.

nWhen they reached the fifth floor, the highest floor, the two of them went back to the hallway.

n“This floor is reserved for the teachers,” Soran explained. “Students are forbidden from accessing this floor without being accompanied by a teacher.”

nShang looked around, and he noticed that there were not that many doors. He guessed that the rooms beyond the doors were probably rather sizable.

nThe two of them walked to the big gates at the end of the hallway and stopped before them.

n“Come in,” someone said from beyond the door. Shang thought that the voice sounded like the voice of a middle-aged man. The voice reminded him of one of the managers Shang had been under in his career as a fighter back on Earth.

n“Go in,” Soran said, gesturing to the door with his head.

nShang looked at the door with a frown.

nHe had no idea why someone like the dean wanted to meet him, but it was suspicious.

nHowever, even if the dean had some ulterior motives, there was nothing Shang could do. No one but the three of them was currently around, and if they wanted to do something to him, they wouldn’t need to put on such an act.

nSo eventually, Shang took a deep breath and opened one of the two doors as he stepped into the room.

nWhen Shang saw the room, the first word that came to his mind was simple. There was only a table and a chair in the room. A black spear stood at the corner of the room, but it obviously didn’t belong here.

nThat was it.

nIt looked almost like an interrogation room.

nWas this truly the dean’s office?

nShang could also get a clear look at the dean for the first time, and the first word that came to his mind when seeing the dean was general.

nThe dean looked exactly like one would imagine a general in a medieval movie to look like.

nHe wore a fitting black suit of armor. There were no great designs or anything on the suit of armor, but it gave off a feeling of experience, time, and status.

nAs for the dean himself, he was a middle-aged man. He had long black hair that went past his shoulders, and he had one of these beards that circled his mouth. Shang didn’t know how they were called.

nThe dean currently had a stack of papers in front of him, and Shang noticed that these were the papers Soran had prepared while interviewing Shang.

n“Please close the door,” the dean said without looking up from the papers.

nShang noticed that he was still keeping the door open, and he quickly closed it.

nAfter Shang closed the door, some kind of small statue appeared in the dean’s right hand. The dean put the statue onto a circled part of his table, and the circle around that part suddenly began shining in a white light.

nWhen that happened, Shang felt that the density of Mana was decreasing inside the room.

nJust like Duke Whirlwind, the dean was absorbing a ton of Mana from his surroundings. However, there was no new Mana entering the room.

n“That is an Isolation Magic Circle,” the dean commented. “It serves as protection against Scouting, Scrying, and Inquisition Magic. As long as a High Mage isn’t directly trying to listen in on us from beyond the door, no one is going to hear anything we will be discussing in here.”

n“Please, sit down,” the dean said, lightly gesturing to an empty spot in front of the table.

nSHING!

nA chair appeared at that spot.

nShang was still uncertain, but he followed the dean’s instructions and sat down.

nAfter some seconds, the dean put the papers to the side and looked at Shang with his azure eyes.

nFor some reason, Shang felt that the dean’s gaze held a deep meaning. It was almost like the dean knew something important about Shang.

nAfter looking at Shang for a bit, the dean’s eyes wandered toward Shang’s sword.

nWhen the dean’s gaze went towards Shang’s sword, Shang felt his sword shake for some reason, which made him more nervous.

nUp to now, the sword had only shaken if there was danger present.

n“Put your sword on the table,” the dean said.

nShang’s frown intensified.

nHad the dean noticed that his sword wasn’t as simple as it appeared?

nNevertheless, Shang complied. There was nothing he could do anyway.

nShang took out his sword and placed it on the table.

nThe sword began to shake more and more, and for some reason, Shang felt like he had betrayed his sword. Up to now, it had only shaken when there was danger, and judging by the intensity of the shaking, the sword probably sensed life-threatening danger right now.

n“You seem surprised,” the dean commented.

nShang threw a look at the dean, but he didn’t answer.

n“It seems like there are a lot of things you don’t know,” the dean said. Then, he gestured towards the shaking sword with his head. “Watch.”

nShang wasn’t sure what the dean meant, but he looked at his sword.

nCrk. Crk.

nThe shaking became more rhythmic, and the sword moved a slight bit to the side.

nCrk. Crk.

nThe sword moved faster and faster, but it still moved relatively slowly.

nShang looked with surprise at his sword. It was moving in one specific direction, and that direction wasn’t him. It also wasn’t the dean.

nShang looked at the spear in the corner of the room.

nWhy was his sword trying to get to the spear in the corner?

nWhen Shang looked back at his sword, he noticed that it was about to fall from the table.

nBut then, something in Shang’s peripheral vision moved. Shang looked over, and his eyes widened.

nThe spear was hovering!

nThe spear slowly flew to the sword, and the shaking of the sword intensified as the spear approached it.

nClack!

nThen, the sword leaped forward and touched the spear, and as soon as it did, it was like they became inseparable. It was like they were magnetized to each other.

nThe spear floated back to the corner of the room with the sword and landed again.

n“What’s happening?” Shang asked.

n“Teaching,” the dean said as he looked at the two weapons with a melancholic expression. “I still remember when I was in your position. I had just been here for maybe a year.”

nShang felt like the dean wasn’t referring to this Zone or this country.

n“Time passes so fast,” the dean said with a sigh. “Seems like I’ve fulfilled my purpose in his eyes.”

nFor a second, Shang became confused, but his eyes widened when his mind connected the dots.

n“So, you’re the new one, huh?” the dean asked as he looked at Shang.

n“Anything interesting happen lately on Earth?”

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