Don't Take Away My Human Record Chapter 281: The Arrival of Lanchi, the Founding Patriarch - Novel Cool

Chapter 281: The Arrival of Lanchi, the Founding Patriarch

Chapter 281: The Arrival of Lanchi, the Founding Patriarch

As if Lanchi had touched on some taboo, the students in the front rows slowly turned their heads, silently directing their gazes towards him.

"Do you have any evidence to support that claim?"

Even though Lanchi had spoken softly to himself, his words were keenly overheard.

To question the authenticity of such evidentiary footage implied a degree of anti-war sentiment, which was not to be tolerated at this critical juncture.

Gloria looked at the arrogant Son of the Conquering Heaven, suddenly realizing that he had just put his foot in his mouth.

In this classroom, he had no special status. Unlike her, a member of the Reborn Sect who was privy to his true identity, the other students would not be as mindful of his position.

Back when the Son of Oblivion had attended Protoss Royal Academy, he had relied solely on his overwhelming strength to reach the pinnacle of the academy, never once needing to flaunt his title to intimidate others.

Clearly, this Son of the Conquering Heaven had not yet attained such a level of deterrence.

"Those creatures lack the self-destructive fervor that comes from a desire to follow their passions. They seem more like impostors, forced to act by some external power. They don't possess the true faith of the demon tribe, and such beings could never be chosen as members of the Demon King's Special Killing Unit."

Lanchi exuded an air of nonchalance, as if he were merely a student sitting in the back row, listening to a public lecture.

Unfazed by the stares and doubts, he answered like an impartial observer.

Across the Southern Continent, he was a respected authority on demon tribe education, and his hypothesis was not without merit. After all, during the Blood Moon Calamity era, the experimental grounds of the Honing Empire had developed the technology to transform humans into demons capable of infiltrating the demon realm.

However, the atmosphere in the classroom was far from conducive to academic discussion.

Instead, it was filled with ideology and emotion, and Lanchi's words were like a spark to a powder keg.

"What do you know about the demon tribe? Do you think your wild conjectures can overturn the conclusions drawn by established demon tribe researchers?"

"The demon tribe you see now are merely tamed fakes, devoid of their former ferocity. Pure-blooded demons are not something you can understand with your shallow imagination. You should learn about the true demon tribe from a hundred years ago during the Holy War."

"The Protoss Empire has always had the most advanced detection technology. If they were impostor demons, don't you think we would have identified them by now? You're questioning the magic and institutional perfection that our empire has accumulated over the last hundred years. I suggest you educate yourself before spouting nonsense."

"Why are you so worked up? Whether what he said is right or wrong, it's just a hypothesis. Are you saying we can't even entertain a hypothesis?"

The back row quickly became the target of everyone's ire, but there were also those who spoke up in Lanchi's defense. Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that there had always been two distinct factions in the classroom, and all it took was for someone to voice their opinion to ignite the current situation.

"Everyone, there's no need to argue about this in class. If you want to debate, do so during the monthly assessment in the Demon Tribe Research subject. You can settle the matter of who's right and who's wrong there."

Professor Cid, standing behind the lectern, rubbed his temples as if the current situation was giving him a headache.

"Professor Cid, your stance on this matter makes me very uncomfortable," a blonde noble girl said with a cold smile, her tone imperious as she addressed the teacher.

In this situation, attempting to smooth things over would inevitably be seen as siding with the weaker party.

Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that compared to the right-wing faction, which favored war and the exclusion of the demon tribe, the left-wing conservatives had no standing or right to speak.

"Anphis, I merely believe that as a scholar, I need to maintain objectivity and analyze things without letting my personal emotions influence my interpretation," Cid sighed, spreading his hands in a helpless gesture.

But his efforts were in vain, as the classroom descended into chaos.

Some of the upperclassmen in the room completely disregarded Associate Professor Cid.

This was just an elective course for credits, and Cid himself was neither a strong cultivator nor a formidable fighter. In fact, his combat abilities were abysmally weak.

"Students, the demon tribe at least understands the importance of maintaining classroom discipline. You claim to look down on them, yet your basic student etiquette and decorum fall far short of theirs. Perhaps you're being a bit too full of yourselves?" Lanchi's voice was calm and steady.

Amidst the constant ebb and flow of chatter, a steady ripple formed on the surface, and despite his sparse words, the content of his speech once again attracted numerous hostile and resentful glares from the students.

"You, a lapdog of the Demon Tribe, dare to speak?" The noble girl with golden curls narrowed her eyes, directing her question at Lanchi without an ounce of courtesy.

It seemed that she had long ago seen through the fact that he was Zestila's follower.

"A follower of the Demon Tribe?"

"No wonder."

The classroom instantly descended into further chaos, with Lanchi becoming the focal point of everyone's scrutiny, as if he had activated a taunt skill.

Gloria's personal soldiers, seated not far away, furrowed their brows.

The golden-haired noble girl, who held particular ill-will towards Lanchi, was named Anphis Campbelt, hailing from the extremely wealthy Campbelt family, and she possessed a notable level of strength among the second-year students.

However, the rule of this school was simple: the stronger you were, the more power you wielded.

If Lanchi possessed the terrifying strength of the former Holy Daughter of Conquest, he would naturally frighten Anphis to the point where she wouldn't dare utter a word.

Gloria still couldn't fathom why the Church of Conquest had chosen someone weak.

"Just being a follower of the Demon Tribe is problematic enough, but on top of that, your words clearly demonstrate a serious pro-Demon Tribe tendency!" Anphis continued her assault on Lanchi, determined to expel Zestila's follower from the school that day.

If Lanchi dared to retort even a word or two, she would find a way to pin some sort of charge on him.

The Wilfordist doctrine was indeed very useful, especially for nobles like her who stood on the side of following the tide.

As the tension in the room approached a critical point, others assumed that Cid, standing at the lectern, was at his wits' end.

Cid simply sat down, took out a bag of potato chips from his briefcase, and munched on them as he watched the chaos unfold.

However, Lanchi merely smiled faintly.

With a serious expression, he fixed his gaze on his accuser.

"Miss Anphis, is it? I must say, I'm highly suspicious of you being an anti-war factionist, attempting to stir up internal discord within the Empire. Are you aware of the percentage of mixed-race soldiers currently serving in the Empire's forces? At this critical juncture, you're inciting conflict between the nobles and the mixed-race individuals, exacerbating contradictions, and creating internal strife. What are your intentions? What are you hoping to achieve with these words? Are there any untoward connections between your family and the Kingdom of Aisterlan?" Lanchi pointed at Anphis and questioned her, appearing to be a noble figure concerned for the Empire's current situation.

"..."

Suddenly, the room fell silent.

"I..."

Anphis's throat twitched, but she found herself at a loss for words, flustered by Lanchi's rapid-fire questions.

For a short while, the spacious history classroom was devoid of sound, and numerous students lowered their heads, their faces darkening.

Miss Anphis had merely tried to pin a label on Lanchi, but he had turned the tables and nearly implicated her entire family in his counter-accusation.

"Wait, could he be that Roche McCassy, the ruthless man who even dared to report the Extinction Branch?"

Someone suddenly realized the issue at hand.

Among the preparatory students, the follower of the Demon Tribe noble miss...

There was only one.

He was the very same person who had reported the Resurrection Church by name just last week.

This guy was either fearless or just plain weird. Even the Extinction Branch hadn't retaliated against him.

The students who had previously attacked Lanchi now kept their heads down, not daring to meet his gaze. No one dared to compare their family backgrounds to that of the Extinction Branch, a group of fanatical terrorists.

"..."

Seeing the atmosphere in the classroom take a sudden turn for the harmonious, Gloria's personal soldier fell silent.

Although the Holy Son of Conquest had subdued the students of Proto's Royal Academy differently from the Holy Son of Extinction—the Holy Son of Extinction had taken the path of a student, while the Holy Son of Conquest had taken the path of the principal—the result was the same: he had made the other students too afraid to provoke him.

This guy seemed to be a version of the Son.

He was just like Wilford himself.

(End of Chapter)

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