Several days passed, and after waiting for the hottest period in Saint-Nali to pass, it began to rain continuously again. It rained again, but the annoying muggy heat never left, and it seemed more like it was entangled in every Nali.
Like a nightmare on the human head, it also makes those companies that sell refreshing magic make a lot of money.
But fortunately, the weather was not bad on the day when the autumn semester started. Fisher put on his suit early, packed his speech and put it in his pocket, preparing to go to the Royal Academy to give the opening speech. Starting tomorrow, St.
All schools in Nali will start teaching.
While sitting on the tram heading to the Royal Academy, Fisher's thoughts returned to the case about the Witch Research Association a few days ago, and he was very concerned about the information spit out by the intelligence dealer.
Since Renee is not the [immortal witch] he is looking for, is it possible that the witch who escaped from the Witch Research Association is the prophesied witch who carved an epitaph for mankind? Fisher cannot guarantee it, but
Now that he had clues about the prophecy of the end of the world, he paid more attention.
With Fisher's help, they had basically determined that the murder was the work of the Witch Research Institute. Fisher deduced that the immortal witch must have fled to Narile, and that the people from the Witch Research Institute were ordered to come here to escape.
The witch brought it back, and it's probably not found yet.
Fisher wants to find the witch before the Witch Research Institute finds her, which may require the help of some "old friends".
His thoughts paused for a moment, because the tram stop closest to the Royal Academy had already arrived. Fisher greeted the passengers next to him and squeezed out of the overcrowded tram stop. Many students got off the bus with him.
The Royal Academy is no longer as deserted as it was before. There is nothing but a few researchers who seem to be in a state of confusion. Many young students like those from the University of Saint-Nali appeared at the school gate and gathered in groups to fight with each other.
and communication, because today is the opening ceremony of the autumn semester, so they all put on uniform black uniforms.
Fisher was dressed in an elegant Nellie suit, holding a cane and quickly approached the opening ceremony of the Royal Academy. He skipped many professors and researchers who were looking at him and went straight to the front of the venue. There, he also wore
Hailsham and Damian, who were wearing black ceremonial robes, were sitting at the front.
There are also several deans of other colleges. Among the six deans present, except for Hailsson who was not insulted by Fisher when he graduated, the rest have more or less received their share and treated this brand new person in the academic world.
Xinxing and the others are also smiling, and can be regarded as models of superficial etiquette.
"Mr. Fisher."
"Fisher..."
Fisher nodded to them, then sat on the right side of Damian. On the left side of Damian was the smiling Hailsham, who was holding a box of pastries in his hand, opened the box and said to Fisher,
"Hey, Fisher, come and try the snow puff pastry made by my granddaughter. It's delicious."
"Thank you teacher."
"Try it quickly, try it quickly, is it delicious?"
Fisher smiled and took a white snow spike-shaped shortbread over. He took a bite, but the sweet and cloying taste almost made him vomit. Fisher chewed stiffly and faced the expectant people next to him.
Haytham, after Fisher swallowed it with difficulty, he replied,
"...tasty."
"Look at Damian, I would say he and my granddaughter are made for each other!"
"Come on, you didn't see his chewing wax expression, did you? Only you and your grandson like to eat this kind of thing, why don't you just chew raw cane sugar?"
"Oh my God, you hurt me Damian, I decided not to say another word to you until the end of the opening ceremony!"
Damian crossed his chest and said nothing, as if "I don't want to pay attention to you either".
Fisher smiled and looked at the watch on his wrist quietly. There were only a few minutes left before the closing ceremony. The bachelors behind him entered the venue one after another and took their seats. They sat in the middle and back part of the venue. In front were the professors and the dean.
The chief, and then the researchers from the institute.
"Everyone! Be quiet!"
Seeing that the time was almost up, the sturdy Damian walked up to the stage first and pulled up the loudspeaker standing on the stage with his hands. Maybe he didn't look at the specific venue design. The loudspeaker was nailed to the ground with nails.
It fell to the floor, and when he pulled it out suddenly, the nail flew straight up, causing him to look down with confusion.
Haierson next to him suppressed a laugh and stuffed another cookie into his mouth.
I don't know if I was frightened by his majestic voice or his terrifying strength, but all the bachelors and graduate students behind him fell silent.
"Starting today, the fall semester of Gedlin IX '54 is about to begin, and you are about to have a busy and interesting semester... But before announcing the start of the new semester for fellow researchers and bachelors, we invited Fisher
Mr. Benavidez delivered a speech for our new semester..."
"Oh my god! It's the rebel!"
"God, who should he scold this time?"
"I thought Damian had learned the lesson at the graduation ceremony. This old fool has no shame!"
"Everyone, does anyone have earplugs?"
Compared to the whispers of the researchers, the bachelors below were quite angry. They had all heard of Fisher's legend to some extent. For the young bachelors who were still in their studies, there was nothing better than a rebellious man.
, the deeds of the wise seniors are even more attractive!
Especially when the handsome young Nari gentleman in a suit came on stage, the bachelors behind him applauded one after another, heating up the atmosphere of the entire venue.
So in this boiling venue, no one noticed that there was a woman wearing a light gold dress and a white hat sitting quietly in the last row, at the door outside the door.
, there were several royal soldiers with guns vaguely watching everyone who came in and out.
Under the foreign hat, a pair of pale golden eyes with a gentle smile looked at the young and promising Nali scholar Fisher on the stage.
"Fisher!"
"The legendary gentleman of the Royal Academy!"
Facing the excited bachelors below, Fisher raised his hand to ask them to quiet down.
"Everyone, I am honored to be invited again by Principal Damian to stand on this podium that I am so familiar with. To be honest, after that day six years ago, I thought I had to say goodbye to this place."
His expression was calm, but his words made the bachelors below laugh.
"Getting back to the subject, as a speech at the opening ceremony of the autumn semester, as usual, I hope that the speaker will give you some suggestions about the future, whether it is academic or life. The same is true today. My theme is: capital.
"
"Let's start with a story. I have many close friends in Sanario, and one of them is a rather peculiar friend. In one of his accounts, 100,000 Euros are always stored."
"After many years of work, he has never touched the Nario inside. When I asked about this out of curiosity, he said that this was so that one day when he was bullied and squeezed by his boss, he would be able to speak out boldly.
The capital to 'get out'."
Fisher occasionally glanced at the speech below, but his eyes were always on the audience below. Seeing them smile a little because of Fisher's words, he struck while the iron was hot and said,
"For a person, the so-called 'capital' is his own value. It is the most powerful proof that he can not be wronged, be himself boldly, and resist criticism. Just like many years ago, I announced here loudly that everyone
Even if they are very angry about the fact that the dean is the 'bones of the old times', they cannot deny my excellent academic performance."
Damian, who was holding his hands below, turned pale, and veins appeared in the muscles hidden under the ceremonial robe. Hailsham next to him patted his shoulder, and then whispered to him,
"Calm down, this is your choice."
"...."
Damian took a deep breath and continued to look at Fisher with a plain smile on his face with a dark face.
"Just like now, I thought that at least the bones buried on the ground could be turned into fertilizer to support the big trees in the sky for future generations, but what I didn't expect was to support a group of flies that came from the research institute following the smell..."
The faces of all the members of the institute below turned as dark as Principal Damian. They looked at the silent Damian in front of them, gritted their teeth and said nothing. But the juniors and girls behind them looked at each other.
The sight of them felt like thorns on their backs. Many were so weak from taking the medicine that they even broke out in a cold sweat due to the summer heat, and their bodies began to tremble.
"They were very unwilling and angry. They wanted to refute my evaluation and angrily accused me of saying that what I said was untrue. But thinking about it carefully, in addition to the figures recorded on the bill when they went to entertainment every week, they looked for
There is nothing that can refute my academic results...As I said, they have no capital."
"Of course, I am not teaching you to act recklessly or be arrogant, but I hope that you can enrich yourself as much as possible in the limited time and decide who you want to be and the path you want to take in the future, so as not to really reach a fork.
Then I realized that I didn’t have a ticket to get on the train.”
"It is true that I have insulted the Royal Academy for so long, but am I insulting the environment here, every brick and tree here? What makes the Royal Academy criticized are those worms that demoralize them every day.
They are rotten corpses with no intention of making progress, but this does not mean that you, the emerging ones, should also be like this."
"It's time for you, I mean, you who are young now to decide what she will look like in the future. Whether it is the hell of indulging in pleasure every day or the lofty academic palace of the entire Saint-Nali. This is not any political matter.
Power, any trick can be decided, and it will always be you who make up the Royal Academy who decide these things!"
Fisher gently reached out and crumpled the speech that had reached the end into a ball. He glanced at the research institute below where it seemed like a group of relatives had died, the members of the Griffin Party who were thinking, and the young bachelors with shining eyes...
..and the blond lady at the end of the seat who had begun to gently applaud him.
He paused for a moment, casually held the manuscript paper in his hand, put on his gentleman's hat, and finally said,
"Classmates, happy start of school!"
What followed was thunderous applause as he resigned from the stage.