"Seriously, you should be the first outsider invited to visit this secret room after it was handed over to me."
Harold closed the door and said rather reservedly.
"...Should I be honored?"
Looking at the furnishings in the room, Wayne felt that this place looked more like Harold's personal storage room than a "secret room" passed down from generation to generation.
Perhaps sensing that he was complaining, Harold cleared his throat.
“As the saying goes, it’s the most mundane and ordinary things that are most likely to confuse people.”
He walked forward and touched the outer frame of the exhibition cabinet. He said in a confident tone: "Because I have added many personal items here, even if others find out that I always stay here, it will not arouse anyone's suspicion."
Hey, this is just a pretense.
Wayne glanced at him suspiciously.
Perhaps because he finally had someone to share his joy with, Harold enthusiastically introduced his collection.
"Look! Here is the certificate for the year I led the club to win first place in the Academy Club."
He pointed to the exhibits on the top floor. He didn't have the usual laziness about him at all, he was very high-spirited. "At that time, I was also the president of the Lily Club."
Wayne couldn't help but be a little surprised when he heard this. He had never heard anyone say that the chairman was his senior.
Although the basic information of each Lily Club is recorded and archived, it is almost impossible for anyone to have nothing to do and check the old almanac.
But after thinking about it carefully, he felt relieved.
The Lily Club in the academy is actually a club formed by the successors of the kingdom's top powerful families. It is naturally very difficult for ordinary students to join, but for those who have reached a certain standard or above, becoming a member of the Lily Club is just a natural thing.
Although I have not specifically inquired about Harold's background, judging from the fact that he has been recognized by all parties and has successfully taken over the position of president of the academy, it is inevitable that he will not be too bad.
In this way, it is not an unimaginable scene that he was very dazzling in his youth.
Mentioning those past events, Harold seemed to be lost in memories.
"At that time, your teacher Conley and I were accepted as disciples by the previous chairman because we had some talent in magic research."
Wayne:!
No wonder these two people always colluded in private. Harold's words solved a big doubt in Wayne's heart.
After a long time, you two are still brothers in the same discipline?
"In many aspects, Conley and I are very similar in level. But one thing I have to admit is that in terms of talent and persistent enthusiasm for magic research, I am far inferior to him."
He sighed with emotion, "Maybe this is the reason why my teacher appointed me to take over the position of chairman."
"With me handling the affairs of the academy... Conley doesn't have to be burdened by chores and worries, and can concentrate on his own interests and hobbies."
Wayne fell silent.
This sentence seemed to be a bit of a complaint, but the look on Harold's face did not mean that he was depressed.
Seeing that the other party could barely be regarded as his elder, Wayne comforted him softly: "Is it possible that this is just because the previous chairman thought that you are better at handling school affairs than Mr. Conley?"
Just like Conley...
If he really becomes the president of the academy, he may be able to secretly sell off the academy's assets and use the dirty money to develop research and inventions.
——Tsk, this assumption is really terrible.
Harold turned his head and looked at him in surprise: "That's what you think."
Then he smiled again and said: "But these things have long since passed, and I only feel a little bit resentful when I mention them now."
"You also know that Qingxi Academy is a very special place for the Kingdom of Lornes."
As he said that, Harold looked a little more serious.
"——In this small area, neither His Majesty the King nor any law in the world must yield to us."
Wayne's eyebrows jumped.
The word "we" always feels ambiguous when used here.
"This is the inherent right of Qingxi Academy, and it is a matter of course." He looked at Wayne with a solemn gaze.
"It was like this in the past. It will always be like this in the future."
Suddenly, the surroundings were quiet for a moment.
But in the end, Wayne couldn't help but said: "You shouldn't say these words to me."
He had no intention of taking away this so-called "inherent right".
Rather, in fact, he does not agree with this kind of exceptionalism in his heart; however, history has proved that something that can persist must have its rationality, and the privileges enjoyed by the academy have indeed brought benefits to the kingdom in a sense. Many benefits.
Even if it is to be abolished one day in the future, it seems to have nothing to do with me. After all, he is not the king, so it is not his turn to worry.
The chairman smiled, not caring about his tone that seemed to be aloof.
"You are the current president of the Lily Club, and you are deeply bound to the interests of the academy." He turned around and walked to the other side along the horizontal counter.
This wall-like transparent exhibition cabinet effectively separates the "secret room" from the inner and outer spaces.
On the inside of the room, light and shadow are projected through several skylights covered with colored glass, and the view is quite interesting in different styles.
"What's more, you are still Kangli's disciple. Rounding it off, you are half of my disciple..."
"Wait a minute, this equation obviously doesn't hold true, right?" Wayne protested.
Harold said slyly: "Why can't it be established? I don't have any disciples."
"Besides, didn't I tell you that it doesn't matter what you think about some things, it's how others think about them that matters."
He continued to deduce this gangster logic: "From this inference, safeguarding the interests of the academy is naturally safeguarding your own interests - so you should help me."
The corners of Wayne's mouth twitched.
Good guy, you've gone round and round, why not just say it directly: Please help me.
Seeing that Wayne had nothing to say, Harold sat down on the lounge chair by the window. The chair swayed under the influence of gravity and inertia.
"I need to get evidence," he said, "and I also need to warn some people that this type of thing will never be allowed to happen, no matter what the purpose."
"So you knew what happened from the beginning, right?" Wayne couldn't help but ask.
It seems that going to the City Guard to investigate was just a formality, Harold just wanted to send some signals...
"Yes." Harold said jokingly and self-deprecatingly, "I'm not a stupid person who closes his eyes and listens. People who are interested in the changes in the wind direction in the capital can more or less notice it."
"——Everything you do must leave traces."
