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Seeing that everyone had arrived, Klein took off his sunglasses and said with a slightly embarrassed expression:

"Heh, you're all here, good morning! Folks."

Just as Klein finished speaking, a notification came from the academy cafeteria's broadcast.

【Attention, students, Thursday's new lunch menu is now available.】

Several people looked at the broadcast together, the timing of this interruption was too perfect.

Lilith's face flushed red. It was her first time being late, and she was so late. The main reason for being late was because she had been entangled with Klein for too long, so she was a little shy.

Klein, on the other hand, didn't blush or skip a beat. What's the big deal? He turned his head to look at Eric and the others and said:

"What are you all looking at? Hasn't any of you ever been late before? Is it necessary to be so serious? It's almost noon anyway, why don't you guys eat something more?"

Klein successfully diverted everyone's attention by offering to treat them to a meal. So, under Klein's arrangement, the five of them found a seat again and started eating lunch. However, while eating, several people would glance at Klein and Lilith from time to time.

"What are you looking at? Is there something on my face?"

"Bro, why are you dressed like this today?"

"What's wrong? Am I not handsome?"

"Yeah, okay." Joe took a look at Klein, who was full of anticipation, and said insincerely. The reason he didn't tell the truth was simple: he was afraid of being beaten if he did.

Klein could naturally hear the hesitation in Joe's tone, and turned to look at Eric, feeling a little unconvinced:

"Come on, Eric, tell me what you think of this outfit. Tell me the truth, I won't get angry."

"Really not angry?"

"Really not angry."

Eric gave Klein a suspicious look, then smacked his lips and began to comment:

"Well, I'll tell you the truth then. This outfit of yours feels like something from 30 years ago, from the early 4th century, like an old antique style.

It was probably popular in my grandfather's generation. Even my dad doesn't wear it. Honestly, it's so outdated. No normal person would wear something like this."

Upon hearing this, Klein's face darkened. So, this outfit was popular in this world, but only 30 years ago.

Klein silently took off the fake gold chain around his neck and put it into his ring, finally looking a bit more like a normal person.

Eric then shifted his gaze to Lilith, his venomous tongue starting up again.

"As for Lilith's outfit, it's quite youthful and pretty. If I didn't know her, I would definitely think it looks good.

But now that I know she's a warrior, seeing her wearing a dress feels strange. Imagine a girl next door suddenly pulling out a big scythe from her pocket, and you'll probably understand what I mean."

Lilith's breath hitched. What's with suddenly pulling out a big scythe? Did Eric mean that she usually didn't pay attention to her appearance?

Seeing Eric commenting on Lilith's outfit, Becky couldn't help but chime in:

"This kind of outfit will tear with a slight pull, and it restricts the movement of your legs and arms. It would be foolish to use aura to protect the clothes, not to mention it's wasteful and has no practicality. I don't quite understand why Lilith would wear something like this."

Becky analyzed Lilith's outfit from a very serious perspective of combat practicality. These words made Lilith even more embarrassed, almost pressing her face to the table.

She couldn't possibly say that she wore it because Klein liked it. Lilith really couldn't bring herself to say that.

Seeing everyone ganging up on Lilith, Klein couldn't stand it anymore. It was just wearing some clothes he liked. They were analyzing and commenting, almost devaluing it to nothing.

Eric sat on the side, muttering, "You just told us to tell the truth, and said you wouldn't get angry. Now that I've told the truth, you don't want to hear it. What a bad temper."

Klein's ears were sharp. He could hear even the smallest sound at this distance. He tensed his face, pointed at Eric, and shouted to the cafeteria staff:

"Hey, waiter, I don't know this person. He'll pay for his own meal later."

Eric also stood up: "Hey, you're going too far!"

As they talked, everyone burst into laughter. They hadn't experienced such a relaxed atmosphere in a long time.

After eating and drinking their fill, Klein nodded to Becky, signaling her to talk about the mission details.

"Let's take a look at the mission report. You guys haven't been on a mission for two months. You'll become fools if you just cultivate all day long. You still need a balance between work and rest."

Becky was now officially working part-time as a secretary for Klein's team. She was already very serious about her work, and she was efficient and made few mistakes in handling administrative tasks.

After having half of her brain replaced with a mechanical one, her analytical abilities and everything else had improved, making her even faster than before. The only drawback was that her emotions and desires had decreased, making her a bit dull.

"Recently, the guild hasn't been issuing many direct combat missions. Investigation missions and exploration missions have been snatched up by other members of the Executive Department. The remaining missions are all unpopular ones.

According to Klein's requirements, after some screening, I chose an escort mission.

This time, we need to escort a group of Royal Academy's magic students and instructors to Hozworth in the West for an academic exchange, and then bring back the exchange students from Hozworth."

"Ah!~~ Is that so."

Upon hearing the content of the mission, everyone, including Klein, looked a bit dejected.

The previous two missions had involved dealing with nobles and rich people. The two missions had earned them a lot of money, and Klein and the others had tasted the sweetness of it.

But they really couldn't imagine that there would be any profit in escorting students. Even if there were second-generation rich kids among the students, second-generation rich kids weren't as rich as first-generation rich kids, let alone the probability of second-generation rich kids appearing.

"Are there no other missions? This one doesn't seem very suitable for us because there's not much to gain."

Klein said very euphemistically. He didn't want to criticize Becky because he had never asked about the mission and had always left it to Becky to handle.

"No, the Executive Department has many members and few missions now. Many members are very eager. Everyone's situation is the same as ours. Some even run out to take on academy missions to maintain their combat power."

Well, taking on academy missions is fine, but they are all Tier 1-2, the difficulty is too low, and they are not suitable for them.

"Okay, let's just treat this as a vacation and travel to Hozworth."

… …

Klein and the others arrived at the Royal Academy's exchange student classroom according to the requirements of the mission. There were a total of 20 students and 2 teaching assistants who were about to go to Hozworth, as well as 1 professor.

The professor, named McKinley, looked to be in his thirties, and looked quite young. Becoming a Tier 4 professor at this age was considered quite an accomplishment.

Professor McKinley saw Klein and the others arrive. Perhaps because he had been waiting for too long, he said with great dissatisfaction:

"Why are you so late? How important is this kind of academic exchange between two universities? If you don't take it seriously, I will immediately contact the academy's mission department to replace you."

Replace? Klein and the other five looked at McKinley together. An invisible pressure began to permeate the classroom.

Although McKinley was a Tier 4 professor, he was a genuine water-based life profession, a pure life mage, the kind who worked in water conservancy industry, and had almost no substantial combat power. Facing the battle-hardened Klein team, he was already sweating on his forehead and at a loss after a few seconds.

McKinley was already like this, let alone these exchange students. The pressure in the classroom made it almost impossible for them to breathe.

Most of them were Tier 1 professionals. It was already considered excellent for the academy to become Tier 1 before graduation, but compared to Klein and the others, they were still salted fish.

Some exchange students didn't even quite understand what was going on. They just felt that the atmosphere in the entire classroom was very bad, and then they felt chest tightness.

"Is there going to be a fight?"

"Stop talking and see how the professor handles it!"

Klein glanced at the uncomfortable expressions of the students next to him, and smiled casually. He felt that his behavior was a bit ridiculous. It was their fault for being late, and it was his own reason. Now he was running to bully the students, which was a bit meaningless.

These people were all academic mages, and their research was indeed helpful to the country and the people in the water conservancy profession. Jackdaw's force should not be used to bully these people.

Moreover, Klein felt that if he really took charge of Jackdaw in the future, he would definitely have some contact with these academic mages. Academic mages had their role, and the country's infrastructure needed academic mages to maintain it. There was no need to offend them for no reason.

Thinking of this, Klein bowed slightly to Professor McKinley and apologized:

"I'm sorry, Professor McKinley, it was our problem that we were late, but don't worry, our strength is still okay, and your safety on the road can still be guaranteed. Hey, you guys, restrain yourselves."

The leader had spoken, and the other members of Klein's team naturally restrained their aura. Especially Eric, who immediately walked to the side of several female students with a smile and said:

"Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding, come on, let me help you carry your bags."

McKinley didn't say anything more. He wasn't a brainless idiot. The aura of these people was so strong, it was terrifying. He felt that anyone who stood out could hang him up and beat him.

Although these people were late, this negotiation at least confirmed that the other party was very strong, which was enough. He needed bodyguards, not babysitters.