Although he obtained probably very crucial information, Wayne did not intend to directly take it out himself.
After returning to school, Wayne immediately went to the chairman's office and told Harold everything he knew.
"That's the way it is anyway."
He had avoided the sight of outsiders, but his voice still did not contain any personal emotions. "If nothing else, the hidden secret is the truth why Peggy died."
Harold nodded understandingly, "Then just go and bring it here."
"--No."
Wayne unexpectedly refused. "I am not curious about the secrets themselves, and the truth is not something I am eager to know. So in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Chairman, please take the time to get it yourself."
Harold seemed not to have expected such a reaction from him, and asked doubtfully: "What? We've already reached this point, don't you really want to take a look?"
"No need, just deal with it how you like."
"Just give me the key to the secret room as agreed before."
Wayne paused for a moment and then said, "I hope you didn't deceive me, and that the secret room does contain the information I need."
If it wasn't for the purpose of understanding the entanglement behind light magic and dark magic, he wouldn't want to wade into these muddy waters.
Even if he didn't get very conclusive evidence, Wayne could basically tell that something was fishy just through the performance of the parties involved in the incident. Ever since that day in Marseille, Richard seemed to have been fighting against something.
He was uncharacteristically, even a little unreasonable, demanding that the prisoners be severely punished immediately. If someone who didn't know the inside story looked at it, they might think that he had some personal enmity with those people.
However, Peggy's end is obviously not the result he wanted.
Under the intervention of some force, not only did the situation that was originally under control not develop according to his wishes, but Bulwer and the entire city guard also joined the camp that was faintly suppressing him. Richard was very unwilling to do this, but he didn't have a strong enough countermeasure.
It’s actually pretty easy to guess who the mastermind behind all this is.
In this case, there is no need to jump into the palms of others and accept scrutiny.
——What can I do if I know? Might as well not know.
Harold stared at him for a while, then suddenly smiled.
"Do you think that as long as you don't look, people will believe that you really don't know anything?" He said slyly. "Since you agreed to show up in my name, you have been regarded as an insider by default..."
Wayne:?
"Are you plotting against me?" Wayne suddenly realized.
"No, no, no, how can this be called calculation? This is to lay a solid foundation for our further cooperation in the future."
His expression looked like he had evil intentions.
Harold supported the table and stood up from behind the desk: "Come with me. I'll take you around the secret room first...hiss~ my legs are numb after sitting for too long."
Looking at him limping out, Wayne looked back at the books placed on the table of his desk.
"Notes on the Ancient Legends of Lornes"
After hesitating for two seconds, he followed.
It is now the normal class time of the academy, and there are very few teachers and employees wandering around. Even if you occasionally meet a few people on the road, they all look like they are in a hurry and busy with official duties. Even if they spotted the figure of the Academy Chairman, they would only bow their heads from a distance and continue to do their own things.
From the perspective of the school management, it is very gratifying to see everyone working so seriously.
Before that, thanks to the leave note approved by the chairman himself, Wayne was able to escape from the class teacher smoothly.
"What do you think of this academy?" Walking slowly along the tree-lined main road, Harold looked as relaxed and leisurely as if he were taking a walk after a meal.
For the broad question he suddenly asked, Wayne couldn't give a suitable answer for a while.
After a moment of silence, he commented vaguely: "It is a good place to cultivate talents."
"Is that all?" Harold asked.
After hearing this, Wayne didn't want to continue and answered with a question: "Isn't this enough?"
The only mission of a school is to cultivate talents.
Harold shook his head.
"For ordinary colleges, maybe, but for Qingxi Academy, just doing this is not enough."
He said with emotion: "Every flower, every grass, every brick and every stone here can be said to have been built with the efforts of the whole country..."
Turning the palm of his hand downward, he brushed the branches that had begun to sprout on the top of the roadside ornamental bush. Chairman Harold now looked more like an old gardener who was proud of the plants he cultivated.
"Although we can charge you high tuition fees as a supplement, most of the funds actually come from the kingdom's treasury."
...Don't make the wool of the mattress student so clear, okay?
However, he could understand what Harold meant when he said these words.
"Are you trying to say that Qingxi Academy has too many resources, and at the same time, it is required by the outside world to generate enough revenue?"
There is some truth in saying this, but even from the perspective of talent training, the high investment in Qingxi Academy is not wasted.
Here, there are indeed rich and powerful children who are just messing around every day.
But those who walked out from here were more excellent magicians who entered all walks of life in the kingdom and continued to shine.
With the rapid development of the academic teaching model, other magic academies have been opened in the Kingdom of Lornes, but those places cannot be compared with Qingxi Academy in any aspect.
"That's just one aspect." Harold acquiesced.
"Resources, in other words, are interests. And once interests are involved, many things are not that simple."
Following Harold into a very secluded path, even Wayne didn't know what was so "special" about this seemingly deserted corner.
Arriving at the door of a small, unassuming bungalow, Harold stopped.
He took out an ordinary key from his pocket, twisted it a few times, and slowly opened the ordinary iron door.
"The kingdom has the interests of the kingdom, the monarch has the interests of the monarch, and we, Qingxi Academy - of course, we also have interests that are only subordinate to the academy itself."
What caught Wayne's eyes was a row of transparent display cabinets filled with all kinds of sundries.
There are books and documents, handicrafts, certificates and trophies... Some of them are exquisite, some are rough, and there are even strange items like some kind of insect specimens.
They are neatly placed in various compartments of different sizes, crowded but not messy.
