I upgraded and added points in the Holy Inquisition

Chapter 332 331. What should I reward him with?

After Professor Lawrence was busy, the college's remedial work was now on the right track. Next, he only needed to guide the school district to 'moor' back to its original spatial position, re-anchor, and follow up with repairs and reinforcements. , which is considered to be a return to the original state.

These steps no longer required him to do it himself, so he could finally catch his breath, so he quickly took out a bottle of wine from his pocket and took a few sips.

Just then, the dean's voice came to his ears, informing him to go over for a meeting.

Professor Lawrence did not rush to set off, but asked first:

"Where's Lloyd?"

"He is safe and sound and is resting in his dormitory."

"Well, that's good. He should have a good rest."

Professor Lawrence said, reaching out to open the portal. Just before he was about to leave, he turned to look at his two colleagues.

The two of them seemed to have an argument for some reason. They were arguing so hard that their faces were red and their necks were thick, and they looked like they were about to turn from a literary fight to a physical fight.

Professor Lawrence listened secretly and seemed to be arguing about the ownership and distribution of space storms?

The two seemed to regard the static space storm as belonging to the space department, and were discussing who should conduct research first and whose signature should be put first.

Stupid and ridiculous...

Professor Tin Man and Professor Bald also said in unison.

The professor appears to be a normal human male, wearing a very simple white coat.

Then, a strong and bald professor next to him also spoke:

"Yes, that boy single-handedly rescued a professor, a quasi-professor, and three lecturers from [Miracle]. I can't imagine how he did it? It's really frustrating. I find it unbelievable. I really want to talk to him, but I vaguely feel that this may bring impact and danger to my cognition...

Even if it is not a direct gift but a loan, it is already unexpectedly generous.

But no one knew what kind of body he would be hiding under his white coat. Anyway, sometimes it was a lot of disgusting sticky tentacles, sometimes it was a bunch of plant roots entangled in a human shape, and sometimes it was... It might be some kind of indescribable condensation of flesh and blood.

Because of the special nature of the book, 'borrowing' it is equivalent to 'gifting' to a certain extent.

As soon as he finished speaking, the professor from the history department, an old man so skinny that one could not tell whether he was a human or a dead tree, added:

"Please allow me to accuse you of an omission and mistake, Lawrence, the admission rating you gave this magical boy is too high...

So as soon as he opened his mouth, the other professors present looked like they were holding their breath, as if they were afraid that he would spread mental pollution.

"Bah! You're a piece of tin can, how can you handle such a shabby thing? Then you might as well not give it to him. The materials for his fourth [Transcendence] are provided by our biology department. Without him, our biology department I’m afraid the entire territory of the department has been wiped out long ago.”

Obviously, Professor Lawrence is much more sober than these two, and he also knows that the three school districts are completely out of his control and are gradually moving away from the college.

Professor Lawrence had already thought of his words and said directly:

Professor Lawrence cursed a lot, and then ordered Dandy and other researchers to collect data on the space storm according to his own arrangements, and then walked into the portal and went to the dean's office.

It was Professor Tin Man who spoke first and suggested.

Professor Lawrence sounded a little funny, but he also understood what they meant. It was not that they really didn’t know how to reward them. Apart from worthless things like credits and ratings, these three departments had enough treasures to reward them. There are so many good things that they are jealous of. They just want to ask for their opinions by saying this.

"Yeah, me too."

I'm not afraid of your jokes. This kid makes me feel a little scared. I feel that maybe it won't be long before our entire Mizkatok can no longer tolerate him... Of course, I'm referring to this aspect of his excellence. "

This place has been temporarily switched from the original theater and duel arena style to a normal conference room style. There is a long and narrow table and many chairs. There is not even a glass of water on it, and it is bare.

This pot of sunflowers can not only talk, but also has a human face on the brown flower plate, which can show various vivid and lifelike expressions. It looks like a pot of strange monsters.

"He seems to be [vetoing] the system? Is he just at level 3? Then I am willing to provide him with all the materials for the fourth [transcendence], and they are all of the best quality."

"Okay, think about it slowly with your iron head. Our mages are not so stingy anyway. After all, this guy saved the three of us, so I am willing to lend him the book worth reading. "

The dean's voice came from the empty seat at the long table.

So the old professor was not in a hurry to speak, but patiently waited for these people to make their own quotations first.

The other professors present were also led to applaud, and then they focused their attention on Professor Lawrence, hoping that he could say a few words.

Because these professors here are from other fields and their understanding of space is basically superficial, they will not be stimulated by these words to cognitive collapse, nor will they be 'gasp'd' or 'horrified'. He just expressed normal surprise and surprise and whispered in a low voice.

Then, the college’s logistics director—a plant that looked like a sunflower—said:

"I don't need to go into details about the causes and consequences. Let's talk about the losses first. In addition to the three abandoned marginal school districts, there are three other school districts that have been engulfed by space storms and have been fragmented; and five school districts have suffered serious damage. , completely lost their functions; the remaining ones also suffered damage of varying sizes...

This makes me feel very embarrassed. I can't think of anything I should give him as a reward? He saved our archaeological team, my favorite disciple, and even the entire academy, but I don't know how to thank him? "

Professors in charge of various disciplines have arrived and taken their seats one after another. Some of them may be human, some may not be human, and some of them are not sure whether they are human...

After saying the above words, it swayed its limbs again, causing several flowers and leaves to flap back and forth, creating a sound effect of thunderous applause.

Even so, he hesitated and did not clearly state what kind of gift it was, so the bald professor next to him interrupted impatiently:

In terms of casualties, a total of 52 students and staff were missing, and more than people suffered varying degrees of injuries. This is the heaviest casualty suffered by the college since the new century...

The engineering professor who choked felt very embarrassed and quickly added:

"I just didn't finish what I said. Of course I prepared other gifts for him..."

If there was anything good about the magistrate department that even he would be jealous of, then the book mentioned by the other party would definitely be at the top of the list.

He said something disdainfully in his heart, and wished the two of them to beat their brains out.

"Whether you believe it or not, I can only say that I actually didn't do anything. The person who really saved the college was our freshman in the space department, Lloyd. It was he who withstood the storm and brought it back to the storm in some way that even I couldn't understand. Its containment.”

After hearing this, Professor Lawrence wanted to curse on the spot, but before he could speak, a professor next to him started to curse:

However, considering the magnitude of this disaster, it is a miracle that the losses were finally controlled to the current extent. The teachers and students of the Space Department played a crucial role in this, and they deserve the greatest credit, so on behalf of us, I would like to The Logistics Department would like to express our most sincere gratitude and respect to everyone in the Space Department. "

"Okay, everyone is here. Please sit down wherever you like. The meeting will start soon."

The conditions he proposed seemed very inconspicuous, but Professor Lawrence next to him suddenly opened his eyes wide, surprised by the generosity of the mage department.

Then the professor in charge of the engineering department, a tin man whose whole body was made of metal and whose face was a smooth mirror, but dressed as neatly as a human being, like a standard gentleman, asked:

"New student Lloyd? In fact, before you came over, Lawrence, we were actually talking about him. We were surprised by his outstanding performance in saving the archaeological team before, and thought he was a child who could create miracles. But we didn't expect that there would be something even more exaggerated later. Performance?

Then I think that after today, the title of the college's most outstanding student since the new century will probably have to be asked to abdicate by the saint outside, right? It's really scary to think about it. He has just entered school not long ago. "

If we don't seize the time to study it now, why are we still having internal strife here?

Professor Lawrence couldn't help but frowned. He never liked participating in such multidisciplinary meetings. Every time, it would make people feel like they were in a madhouse. If it weren't for the important things at hand, he would definitely not come back.

It wasn’t just Professor Lawrence who was moved by this, even Dean Hazlade was very surprised and said:

"You are actually willing to take out the Book of Illusion?"

The bald professor smiled nonchalantly and replied:

"Haha, what's the big deal? Aren't books just for people to read? The reason why I don't let others touch it is not because I am stingy, but because those people are not qualified to read it. But Lloyd is different. I am very optimistic about his prospects and future.”

"But after all, it is a precious thing that is lost once you see it..."

The history professor who looked like a rotten tree next to him also followed suit.

But the bald professor asked confidently:

"So what? Is this kind of collection what we humans need now? If Astra's [prophecy] comes true, are you going to take it to your grave?"

"No, I'm not reluctant to give it up. After all, it's your thing. I just feel embarrassed about it. You have taken out the "Book of Illusions". Then our History Department is far less generous than you, so what can we bring out? Woolen cloth?"

The rotten professor quickly explained.

Upon seeing this, Professor Lawrence was about to ask for the ancient relics collected by Lloyd in the History Department, but the dean spoke first:

"It's very simple. With Lloyd's current talent, he will soon be able to complete the fourth [Transcendence] and arrive at the door of the fifth level. At that time, you will personally preside over the fifth [Transcendence] ceremony for him."

As soon as these words came out, the professors who were still whispering to each other and discussing what to bring out suddenly fell silent, and then all looked at the empty seat of the dean.

Including the pot of sunflowers next to it.

The history professor's face, which looked like a rotten wood carving, couldn't help but show an expression of emotion, and he asked again and again:

"Your Excellency, Dean, do you know what this means?" Even Professor Lawrence, who was on Lloyd's side, tried to dissuade him:

"Hazred, calm down, your idea is too crazy!"

A professor from the Department of Medicine next to him who looked handsome and tall also said:

"If I'm not mistaken... Dean, are you planning to train this new student in the same way as the previous Dean? Do you trust him so much?"

Even the professor of the art department who had been silent until now intervened at the right time:

"To recreate [bright gold] in today's era is really..."

When he mentioned the word "bright gold", the already awkward and solemn atmosphere suddenly dropped several degrees, making the air seem to freeze.

But the dean didn't speak again, he just showed an attitude of never giving in. Even if everyone couldn't see its figure, they could clearly feel the determination in its heart.

So after ten minutes of silence, the history professor sighed and said quietly:

"I understand, I accept it."

Hearing what he said, everyone present, including Professor Lawrence, all focused their attention on his skinny body, wanting to know if he was also crazy.

But the history professor just squeezed out a harsh chuckle from his throat and explained:

"I'm not crazy. I even feel a bit relieved and expectant. I'm very old, and the time I can stay awake is getting shorter and shorter, so it's time to fulfill my responsibilities. It's rare that the dean still likes me. Just take this old bone of mine...

However, I also have my own conditions and standards. This young man must meet my requirements. I don’t want to become a sinner of civilization. "

"can."

The dean responded and then added:

"You can also rest assured that Lloyd is a child who never disappoints. With the help of "The Book of Illusion", he should arrive at the door of the fifth level soon, so you can start preparing...

At the same time, I also ask everyone present to keep this matter absolutely confidential and not to disclose it to anyone, including Lloyd. "

When the other professors saw that things had come to this, they couldn't say anything more. They could only nod their heads with uneasy expressions.

After explaining this, the dean stopped talking, and did not urge the engineering department to express their position. It seemed that no matter what they came up with, it would not have much impact.

So the meeting automatically moved to the next topic and began to discuss the archaeological operation itself, changing the topic from Lloyd and Space Storm.

No one was obsessed with why Lloyd, a freshman, could save everyone, and no one was obsessed with why he could eliminate the space storm. Maybe the professors had questions in their hearts, but no one asked questions at the meeting.

Maybe it's because as professors in charge of a subject, they understand the value of 'don't think too much, don't ask too many questions' better than anyone else; or maybe it's because they suppressed their curiosity for the time being and chose to go back and investigate again.

After the topic was switched, the professor from the history department took the lead in making a simple summary:

"This operation is certainly very risky, but before it was carried out, everyone here was consulted for their opinions. You also agreed with this operation to recover [Miracle]. Although the final result can only be described as a blessing in misfortune, it is This operation was not meaningless and a complete failure...

At least we all know that the [miracles] of the past have turned into horrific disasters and are no longer a force we can rely on.

Of course, this does not mean that our history department will give up the concept of the past. We still firmly believe that the future of mankind is buried in the past. It is not the [miracle] we originally thought, but something else..."

Having said this, he turned his head again and asked Professor Lawrence:

"Sir Lawrence, how much do we have left to discover now?"

Professor Lawrence thought carefully before replying:

"I'm afraid there are more than before... After our preliminary observation, although this storm destroyed the former great library, I think you all have heard that there were ten similar great libraries in the glorious era. There are so many seats…”

"Huh? But haven't those big libraries been completely buried in another space?"

A professor next to him asked quickly.

Professor Lawrence explained:

"Originally, this is true, but the alien space after being swept by the storm is like a beach at low tide. Some things that were buried in the past have been revealed. Now, five large libraries have been observed by us again. , and there are also some other scattered areas whose location is temporarily unknown."

Logically speaking, he should have brought some pretty good news, and there will be more things that can be excavated archaeologically in the future.

But the faces of the professors present became even more uneasy and uglier than before, as if they were worried about something.

Until a voice that had not participated in the discussion before suddenly spoke:

"Haha... More libraries, more knowledge, let me smell more madness... It seems that I will be very busy next..."

This man was dressed the weirdest among the people present. He was tightly wrapped in a black cloak. Even indoors, he wore a large round felt hat on his head, and his face was A thin, long, and sharp beak mask was fastened tightly to his face, and it looked like it had grown out.

His voice sounded hoarse, intrusive and harsh, a bit like rubbing glass with a knife, which made people feel sour in their teeth.

And where he sat, there was no one around, and everyone kept at least three empty spaces away from him, as if they were avoiding the god of plague.

But he is the second person among the people present who can be called 'Dean'.

It's just that he is in charge of a mental hospital...

After the dean said these words, he stopped talking. He just leaned on the chair and lowered his head slightly, as if he was asleep.

After the venue was quiet for a while, the silence was broken by the biology professor who had something tucked under his white coat:

"This may not be a good thing. At least I can collect more samples and individuals and produce more academic results. Maybe I can also meet a few ancient people? So I can give me some additional budget in advance. ?"

"Well, I also tend to be optimistic. If the factories and magic research institutes of the past can be unearthed in those once-buried areas, then some stagnant topics and projects in our department may be able to make new progress. ”

Professor Tin Woodman followed.

Several other professors also spoke one after another, each talking about the possible benefits of this change.

Even the professors of the art department got involved, saying that they could find the artistic crystallization of the past in it.

Only the two deans and Professor Lawrence remained silent.

Professor Lawrence even found a somewhat familiar feeling in these people.

It really looks like I was comforted and deceived by Lloyd...

Obviously, the reappearance of these lost things from the past is by no means as optimistic as others thought...

Just like the man at the mental hospital said, just the 'surface' of more taboo knowledge is already a very bad expectation.

And even that’s not the worst…

It’s just that those bad expectations haven’t really come yet, so there’s nothing wrong with being optimistic?

So, after several less important issues were discussed, the meeting came to an end.

The director of the mental hospital stood up first and left without saying a word.

After he left for a while, Professor Lawrence followed, then the professors from the history department, and then the professors from the engineering department, as if following some unspoken priority.

Of course, the professor of the art department stayed at the end.

Before leaving, he suddenly turned back and asked:

"Your Excellency, Dean, I also want to express my gratitude to Mr. Lloyd, but I don't know whether the property in the world is more suitable? Or our art collection is better? After all, you also know the situation of our art department, so you can come up with it There really isn’t much.”

The dean said nothing, expressing by his silence that none of these options were good.

"Then... I can only send out the most beautiful and lovely girls in our department?"

"You can try."

The dean said in a tone that was neither salty nor bland and emotionless, and his figure disappeared from the spot.

"Uh……"

The professor of the art department couldn't help scratching his head, a little unsure of the meaning of the dean's words.

What do you mean you can try it yourself? Or should I give it a try?

(End of this chapter)