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Chapter 169: Lanchi's Overly Explosive Art
Chapter 169: Lanchi's Overly Explosive Art
The brick-red buildings stood tall and majestic, engraved with the wisdom and engineering secrets left behind by the School of Sages throughout its history.
Two figures walked along the well-worn paths of the school, their footsteps carrying them along a now-familiar route.
The stream by the roadside flowed like strings of amber, nimbly weaving through the small stones and emitting a pleasant sound. The morning light reflected off the water, showcasing the trees it awakened, their verdant branches swaying gracefully on the transparent surface, whispering peace.
Noe used to find the complex maze of the academy bewildering, often getting lost and struggling to find his destination. But with Road Hill as his guide, he soon passed several important landmarks and was confident they would reach Jera Memorial Square shortly.
"To be honest, I've been a failed father and educator. I've been too focused on the business, neglecting to pay attention to him and letting him grow up too freely. Before I knew it, every time I saw him, he had changed in ways I didn't recognize."
Noe sighed, introspecting with self-criticism.
He never expected Lanchi to turn out so well.
The young master, who seemed to waste his days away, actually possessed hidden talents and a work ethic that no one else had discovered.
Perhaps it was all because he had met Miss Tata.
According to the butler Hans and the maid Fransin, that night when Lanchi drunkenly stumbled home, he had brought back a pigeon and somehow blundered into the temple of the Goddess of Fate.
And from that day on...
When Lanchi woke up the next morning, he underwent a complete transformation.
Perhaps that boy had fallen in love, encountering a mysterious and beautiful woman who inspired him to strive for excellence to win her favor.
Although Noe had only spent a few days in the South Van Tina during his last visit home and hadn't had the chance to meet Miss Tata, he mentioned by the butler and the maid, he vowed that if he ever had the opportunity, he would express his heartfelt gratitude to her for taking care of his bumbling son and find a way to bring the two lovebirds together.
It was just a shame that she was quite a bit older, probably several years older than Lanchi.
But if Lanchi liked her, Noe wouldn't stand in their way.
"You haven't seen him for almost half a year. Have you ever wondered what new surprises he might have in store for you this time?"
Road Hill asked, pen in hand, jotting down notes in a small notebook as she interviewed Noe.
Noe lifted his eyes slightly, gazing into the distance. Across the shore, a field of flowers blazed like fire—a corner of the system botanical garden carefully cultivated by the School of Alchemy, a fertile ground for biological engineering teaching and research.
"If I'm not mistaken, he should have realized by now that a man must work hard and achieve something in life to be worthy of the gentlest woman he desires. If only his academic performance could be a little better, then I would be truly relieved."
Noe said with a smile.
In the School of Sages, where practical magic was the main focus, Noe still worried about Lanchi's academic life.
He was well aware of Lanchi's magical aptitude, or lack thereof. Previously, when the family's combat maid, Fransin, who was skilled in magic, tried to teach him, he couldn't even grasp the basic Fireball Spell after a month of lessons.
According to Maid Fransin's gentle assessment, even if Lanchi managed to learn the fireball spell, his magical strength would result in it being more useful for lighting people's cigarettes.
"Rest assured," Road Hill said with a confident nod.
She decided it would be best to let Lanchi showcase his academic achievements to his father directly, creating a truly shocking impact.
"Do you have any other wishes?" Road Hill asked kindly.
Noe thought for a moment.
"Our family has always believed in the Goddess of Fate, except for Lanchi, who has never believed in the gods since he was a child... I used to hope that he would work in the church and get along with the clergy. What a harmonious picture that would have been."
The elderly father spoke as if he were praying to the goddess.
"Well, your wish will come true today," Road Hill said with a smile.
As they walked along the shady path, they arrived near Jera Memorial Square.
The clock face, suspended high in the clock tower, leisurely pointed to half past nine. The open-air giant screen, surrounded by teaching buildings, projected the shadow world landscape of today's challenge to the Ikelite Academy.
This weekend, the college was brimming with more vitality than ever before.
Enthusiastic voices surged like tidal waves across the spacious stone-stepped square, with students filling the seats on the steps and even spilling onto the surrounding roads. Passersby were drawn to this energy, pausing in their tracks, their eyes fixed on the massive screen.
The giant outdoor screen had already zoomed in on the shadow world where Lanchi was located.
It was still the basement chapel of Lichtenstein Castle.
From the crystal dome at the very top of the castle, the morning sun painted a picturesque scene, with golden rays flowing down to bathe the marble floor and illuminate the ornate dark stone carvings on the walls.
A gigantic pipe organ, nearly five stories tall, dominated the entire back wall. Its pipes stood tall and elegant, bathed in golden light and immersed in the subdued hues of the wood, their arrangement and layers exuding an indescribable sense of holiness and solemnity.
As the light danced in the air of the chapel, Lanchi's figure was silhouetted brightly.
Even as Lanchi stood on the stage, simply smiling at the screen, his silent soliloquy seemed to guide people out of the mist and toward the shore of truth.
"Your work will fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work."
Finally, Lanchi's voice rang out.
Addressing the crowd in front of the screen.
He was dressed neatly in a suit today, as if giving a press conference.
"Today, we will make history together."
At the same time, with the help of three clerics, a square wooden coffin with a brown oak exterior and an iron core, two meters long and two meters wide, was pushed out.
It rested in the center of the chapel, its exterior adorned with intricate carvings and colorful paintings, exuding an artistic air of mystical lands. The coffin was decorated with depictions of deities and various symbolic patterns, the colors deep yet the lines still clearly visible, showcasing the craftsmen's exquisite skills.
"Design is not just about the appearance and feel, it's about how it works."
Lanchi continued in a calm and composed tone.
The screen switched.
With the help of the clerics, the camera gradually focused on the coffin they had placed in the chapel -
There were two coffins, placed side by side, tightly together.
However, there was only one sliding coffin board between the two coffins, shared by both.
Inside lay two vampires who had been turned into mummies and completely immobilized, with only two straws inserted into their mouths.
"Your flesh may have turned to dust, but your spirit will never disappear, just as the pyramids stand forever under the scorching sun. Your existence will forever be etched in our memories. May your soul shine forever under the protection of the Sun God."
First, after a prayer by the priest, he closed the coffin on the left, covering Augustin, the Viscount.
The sunlight from the stained glass dome now shone directly on Palocas, the Count, who lay in the coffin on the right.
At this moment, the mummy, Count Palocas, began to blow desperately into the straw.
According to the air chamber mechanism built into the coffin, the coffin board gradually slid to the right.
Until the coffin on the right was closed, and the air chamber connected to the straw on the right was also blocked.
As the sunlight filled the ancient coffins, the golden hues seemed to imbue them with new life, leaping across the wood with vibrant, golden hues that broke the coffins' original subdued colors, making the patterns more vivid and dazzling. The quiet of the chapel was broken by faint wails.
Thus, Augustin, the Viscount, and Count Palocas became a zombie and a mummy, lying in their coffins on the left and right respectively, taking turns vying for the coffin board.
"Only when the coffin board is completely closed on one side will the air chamber on the other side open, allowing the coffin board to move again,"
Lanchi smiled and introduced this dark duel on the screen,
"This is the 'Solar Merit Machine' developed by our company. By capturing two blood clan members, we can make them constantly assist each other, sharing the sunlight. While accumulating merit, the initiator can also produce pure natural energy, protect the environment, and prevent global warming."
...
In the Ikelite Academy, on Jera Memorial Square.
The silence was terrifying.
For this era, Lanchi's design concept was still too avant-garde.
(End of Chapter)
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