Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 932 - 719: Lanci’s Military Trials

The air in the Elliot Building was saturated with the unique scent of ink, parchment, and ancient tomes.

"There are three lectures per week, each two hours long. Personally, I’m not fond of attendance grades, and I dislike wasting time checking attendance status. There needs to be mutual trust between people. However, before I came, Professor Brunk, who led the course, had already set attendance as 10% of the final grade. So, this semester, I will symbolically call the roll once, and I will delete everyone’s previous attendance records, letting the attendance record start anew."

Lanci shifted his gaze from the ancient books to the student roster beside him, reviewing the attendance results from earlier in the semester.

Seeing that some students had already had points deducted for attendance, he felt somewhat reluctant to dock them a point or two.

After all, the final assessment only accounted for 50% of their final grade, and the attendance points were considerably significant, potentially affecting whether they could achieve the highest rating.

Many students smiled, sensing that this professor was kind, easygoing, and generally indifferent about whether students attended.

There was then no need to waste their precious research time attending classes, as everyone seated here considered themselves an arrogant genius Magic Artisan of the Empire, and no one thought this young professor could be much more skilled than them.

It seemed likely not only that the passing rate this semester would be quite high but also that they could potentially achieve an exceptionally good grade point average.

Level 4 courses carried significant weight both in weighted average grades and in GPAs.

"That one roll call will directly count for 10% of the grade."

He added another sentence.

So, he hoped everyone would be lucky enough to be present on the day he called roll.

"..."

This gambling teacher.

Does that mean everyone should come to every class from now on?

Wasn’t the mutual trust between people supposed to be an ultimate psychological game?

Noise in the classroom gradually subsided, and all eyes focused on the man standing at the podium.

The expression on the face of the tall, slender young man was unreadable, his demeanor far from gentle, now seeming quite radical. His mention of a "terrifying balance" was hard to understand, but he definitely didn’t seem like a normal person.

Lanci, the new professor at Saint Kray Monastery, scanned the students below.

The brief period for self-introduction and interaction was over, and it was time for him to take control of the classroom and begin his lecture, which was uniquely his.

"Whether in the Cerryti Empire, the joint council of kingdoms to the north, the Northern Continent, or even further north in the unknown territories, people always envision the future, and this future should actually be frightening."

Lanci muttered calmly,

"But most people are not afraid because they don’t understand the implications behind it."

"Although my course is Magical Engineering, it is not just theoretical; you are the Empire’s youngest Magical Engineering geniuses gathered here. I prefer to teach you how to apply the results of Magical Engineering to actual combat."

The classroom fell silent as he spoke, then whispers began to stir again.

Logically, after graduating, they indeed would have excellent jobs in the Cerryti Empire, conducting crucial and cutting-edge research in Magical Engineering, possibly even related to warfare.

But listening to this professor, his course would fast-forward to that step, guiding them to become involved in military engineering!

"What kind of background does Landry Washington have...?"

Some students began to be captivated by the professor’s words, but most still harbored skepticism toward this new professor.

"Why would a guy so fond of military engineering not go directly to the Empire’s Weapons and Equipment Department or the Special Action Department instead of coming to Saint Kray Monastery?"

"He seems like a calm madman; would the principal really allow him to do this?"

"If he truly possesses the talent to match his words, Principal Violet might prefer to have him teach at the Monastery instead of letting him be transferred by the military."

As a new professor, he was not a well-known giant in the field in the Cerryti Empire and also had no substantial research results.

This ultimately made it difficult for the students there to be convinced; a few appeared somewhat bored.

"Today, seated in this classroom, are the cream of the crop from Cerryti’s Magical Engineering circle. However, being just an outstanding Magic Engineer is not tough; the hard part is becoming a great Magic Engineer."

The professor in gray spoke at length to the elites in the classroom.

He looked around at the students below, including the few extraordinarily talented young people in Magical Engineering who had been mentioned during his conversations with Principal Violet.

In the classroom, he also saw a somewhat familiar figure—

Elsa Washington, the younger sister of Landry Washington.

She sat upright, earnestly focusing on the podium.

However, after a brief eye contact, Lanci no longer lingered his gaze on her.

After all, in the classroom, even if they were actual relatives, he would not treat her specially; this was his classroom.

The fact that Elsa was known by name and had conversed with Principal Violet, despite being fairly young compared to other upper-level students, was probably not just because she was Landry’s sister but also due to her inherent potential, giving her the opportunity to catch Violet’s attention.