Who told you I am an NPC Chapter 71 : Chapter 71

Chapter : 71

Walkley walked in front, and Yan Yunqing followed behind him, from the living room into one of the rooms. It was very spacious, furnished like a regular residential house, with a wooden bed in the middle.

Lin Nuo asked in a low voice: "Am I going this way too? Actually, I can use the student passage."

Walkley waved his hand, "It's fine, you have to go in anyway. Just follow , and you'll save the points for one trip through the teleportation array."

Speaking of this, Walkley rembered Yan Yunqing, glanced at him, and explained: "It's not recruitnt ti now, so the academy's external passages are closed. If students want to go out, they need to use a dedicated external teleportation array."

Lin Nuo nodded along, adding: "Every ti you activate the teleportation array, it requires a certain number of points. Points are the universal currency in the academy.

If you enroll later and want to leave the academy without enough points, you can team up with others. It will be much easier if several people share the points for one trip through the teleportation array."

Walkley said with a smile: "Your good friend hasn't officially enrolled yet, and you're already starting to teach him these little tidbits about the academy?"

Lin Nuo rubbed his nose in embarrassnt, "I was just thinking that Xavier is very strong, and since he can take the entrance examination, he'll definitely pass."

"That's not for sure." Walkley shook his head, his gaze eting Yan Yunqing's, "Although your talent is indeed good, and your level is not low for your age, you would definitely pass the ordinary entrance examination, but recomnded admission is different."

He thought for a mont, but still didn't say too much, only saying: "You'd better be ntally prepared. The examination for recomnded admission hasn't been held for over thirty years."

Yan Yunqing frowned imperceptibly.

No one had been admitted through recomndation for over thirty years? No wonder Lin Nuo seed to know nothing about it.

Then the question arose, how could the son of a re baron, and a son who had been stripped of his title inheritance at that, have the connections to obtain such a rare letter of recomndation?

Could this Xavier have another identity?

Yan Yunqing sighed inwardly. As expected of him, a typical accident-prone constitution. He had just randomly borrowed the identity of a corpse on the road, and he had precisely triggered an easter egg. Wasn't this a hidden plotline?

Looking at the new quest that popped up on the panel, [Successfully pass Sigret Academy's entrance examination (In Progress)], Yan Yunqing was determined to succeed in the upcoming examination.

Walkley pulled a book from the bookshelf in the room. After waiting for three seconds, the bookshelf slowly moved aside, revealing the space it had been blocking. "Let's go, children."

He called out, leading Yan Yunqing and Lin Nuo inside. There was nothing inside, it was empty, with only a table and a button on it.

As Yan Yunqing stepped inside, he keenly sensed that the ground under his feet was not flat. Looking down, he saw faint patterns engraved on the floor.

Walkley casually placed the book on the table and pressed the button. The bookshelf in front of them slowly closed.

"This is generally the teleportation array for teachers. If you really enroll, you will only use the student passage in the future."

Yan Yunqing nodded slightly, making a ntal note.

"Stand firm." As he spoke, Walkley walked to the center of the teleportation array. His feet moved, and Yan Yunqing keenly felt a surge of energy being channeled into the magic circle under his feet. As the power was injected, the magic circle gradually lit up—

A wave of dizziness washed over him, and Yan Yunqing couldn't help but stagger, almost falling to the ground. Walkley grabbed him, preventing him from sitting on the ground with a plop.

"Haha, it's always like this the first ti you use a teleportation array." Walkley laughed heartily, "Do you feel dizzy, nauseous, and a bit like you want to throw up? Don't be afraid, these are all normal phenona. After all, this is spatial magic, it's very magical."

Yan Yunqing pressed his eyelids, waited a few seconds before reopening his eyes, and was already able to stand firm. Except for looking a little pale, he showed no signs of discomfort.

Walkley raised an eyebrow: "Not bad, you're much better than those little cubs who've used it several tis but still have to throw up profusely every ti."

He pointed at Lin Nuo beside Yan Yunqing, "Look, this guy, when he just enrolled, he would hug the trash can and throw up every ti he ca out of the teleportation array.

It got to the point where the student passage had to have a trash can specially prepared for him to throw up in. That's also why I have such a deep impression of this kid."

Lin Nuo was extrely embarrassed, "No... Teacher, why are you bringing up people's dark history? That's immoral."

Walkley laughed loudly: "That's because you're too weak. You throw up every ti you co out. I've never seen a weaker swordsman freshman, you're like a mage."

Lin Nuo: ...

Yan Yunqing: ...Did this teacher just scold both Lin Nuo and mages in one breath?

No, why is "mage" a curse word in your mouth?

Yan Yunqing's mouth twitched. He looked around and found that their surroundings had completely changed.

The dusty gray walls had beco magnificent and splendid, with beautiful patterns carved on them—they looked like formations as well?

Following Walkley out of the room, their vision suddenly opened up. It was a hall that covered an area of about two football fields.

Magnificently carved stone pillars were scattered around, and in the surroundings, one could see spaces very similar to the room they had just walked out of.

Many people wearing student short robes were walking through the hall. So were walking briskly, others were chatting with each other.

Occasionally, one could see people who were not wearing student short robes, more like teachers, hurrying past. The students on the road would bow and greet them.

For a mont, Yan Yunqing felt as if he had transmigrated into Harry Po〇tter and was now in Ho〇warts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

This scene truly matched Yan Yunqing's fantasy of a magic academy.

"Co on, don't just stand there. If you pass the entrance examination, you will beco one of them." Walkley chuckled lightly.

He often served as the academy's recruitnt teacher and had seen such scenes countless tis.

"Um, teacher, I'll be leaving now? I still have to go through the procedure for canceling my leave." Lin Nuo raised his hand to signal.

Walkley waved his hand, "Go on, go on. I'll take your good friend to see the principal. If you want to find your good friend later, you can co to the office building."

Lin Nuo nodded and said to Yan Yunqing, "Then I'll go first. If you're not done by the ti I'm finished, I'll co find you."

"Okay."

Waving goodbye to Lin Nuo, Walkley led Yan Yunqing out of the hall and onto the path of Sigret Academy. Passing students would occasionally cast a curious glance at Yan Yunqing who was following behind Walkley, but no one ca up to talk.

Yan Yunqing's sharp ears heard soone discussing him.

"Who's that behind Teacher Walkley? I don't think I've seen him before."

"I don't know, he's not wearing a school uniform, so I can't tell what year he's in. But since his face is so unfamiliar, he must be a freshman."

"A freshman being led by Teacher Walkley? Ah, look where they're going, it seems to be the Black Building. This freshman hasn't gotten into trouble, has he?"

"How long has it been since the start of school and he's already in trouble that requires being taken directly to the Black Building for punishnt? The freshn these years are getting bolder and bolder."

"Shh, keep your voice down, Teacher Walkley is looking over!"

The two students who were discussing him hurried away. Walkley cursed with a smile: "A bunch of gossiping little brats."

"Don't mind them. These little brats have been cooped up in school for too long, so they like to gather and gossip. When you enroll in the future and feel stressed, you can do the sa.

Just don't research any strange alchemical items to blow up the school, and don't casually use transformation potions on classmates or teachers! These are all against the school rules."

Yan Yunqing: .

Are the students of your esteed school so brave? Is "don't blow up the school" sothing that is already included in the pre-enrollnt precautions?

Really?

Also, why does that transformation potion sound so familiar?

Yan Yunqing thought back and only rembered hearing Lilian ntion it before. The cat ears and tail he had at the auction house were the effects of a transformation potion.

It could turn an ordinary person into a beastman or sothing.

The students of your esteed school are a bit too well-rounded.

On the way, Yan Yunqing actually saw quite a few figures of other races. Among them, beastn were the most common. Occasionally, he could see so from the Sea Tribe and Dwarf race.

There were even a few elves with pointed ears, but they were all adult-sized, which was normal. After all, other elves wouldn't dare to run around like a cub like Lilian.

After walking for an unknown amount of ti, Walkley finally stopped. Yan Yunqing also paused his observation of the passing students and began to examine the building.

Just as the two students who were discussing him had said, the entire building was black, shining exceptionally brightly under the sunlight.

"We're here!" Walkley breathed a sigh of relief, "Sigh, you don't have a student badge, so you can't even ride the school's Xiao Bai. We could only walk."

"Xiao Bai is...?" Yan Yunqing thought the na sounded a bit like a dog's na.

"Xiao Bai is—ah, that's Xiao Bai." Walkley pointed to a small vehicle approaching them. Its appearance was similar to the sightseeing trains in so tourist spots on Blue Star, but it was a retro version.

Yan Yunqing was surprised. He originally thought that the technological level of this world was roughly equivalent to that of early 18th-century Europe on Blue Star.

He didn't expect that while Bartovita was still using animals to pull carts, the academy already had fuel-driven vehicles.

A bit cool! Does that an the first industrial revolution in this world is about to begin?

"You've probably never seen a vehicle like this outside, have you?" Walkley noticed Yan Yunqing's eyes shining and said cheerfully, "These are all things developed by the alchemists in the school.

You can often see these novel things in the school. They are all research projects of the teachers and students."

"Like Xiao Bai, it's a mode of transportation developed by Teacher Mavis and her students a few years ago. You just need to lay down magic circuits in the school, and these vehicles can run on magic."

Yan Yunqing cald down in a second.

Alright, the technology tree of this world is still inseparable from the power of the mystical side. This kind of alchemical item that requires a large cost to lay down magic circuits could not possibly be used outside the school.

A world with magic is indeed not so easy to enter the industrial revolution, because all the talented people have gone to study alchemy and magic!

Walkley strangely noticed that after he finished saying these things, the face of this talented child was filled with indifference.

He tilted his head: Strange, could it be that this child is not interested in alchemy?

The principal's office was on the top floor of the Black Building. Walkley took Yan Yunqing up in the elevator—oh, in this world it's called a magic compartnt, also an alchemical item that uses magic as its driving force.

The view on the top floor was very open. As soon as you stepped out of the elevator, you could see a door with a sign for the principal's office thoughtfully hung on it, with a pink heart drawn at the end.

Walkley knocked on the door and said in a loud voice: "Ms. Alison? Are you in there?"

Yan Yunqing thought he had misheard. After identifying it, he realized Walkley was calling for Alison, not Alice. Only the ending sound was slightly different, the other syllables were the sa.

As soon as Walkley's voice fell, a clattering sound ca from inside the door. Yan Yunqing looked at Walkley hesitantly. He suspected that a small collapse might have occurred inside, otherwise where did this sound co from?

Walkley's face remained calm. He knocked on the door again, "Ms. Alison, if you're in there, please answer. If you're not, I'm opening the door, okay?"

Yan Yunqing heard a faint "I'm here..." from inside the door.

Yan Yunqing: ?

Walkley raised his hearty smile, "Ms. Alison, you're indeed in there. Then I'm opening the door."

"Wait—"

Before the person inside could speak up to stop him, Walkley had already pressed the doorknob and pushed open that evil door—

A pillow appeared out of nowhere and lay across the doorway. Looking inside, papers were flying all over the place, books were piled up like small mountains, and various leftover snack packages lay quietly on the ground.

On the wall directly opposite the door hung a huge portrait, and on the portrait was—an oil painting of a man with no face?

Yan Yunqing leaned back tactically.

This, this this—

Whose otaku room is this?

"Ms. Alison—" Walkley sighed at length, "I've said it many tis, please don't casually eat snacks in the office. Even if you do, please clean up. If you're so ssy, you'll be laughed at by the students."

"Wuu—" A fluffy head popped out from a pile of docunts. She had ssy curly hair and pushed up the thick glasses perched on her nose, letting out a whimper, "I-I didn't expect you to bring a student to see at this ti."

Walkley facepald, "If I'm not mistaken, I sent you a ssage at least half an hour in advance. Even if you're busy, could you please take a look at my ssage?"

That head buried itself back in. The pile of books covering her moved a few tis, as if searching for sothing. After a while, that voice said in a mont of realization: "Oh—so you really did send a ssage!"

Walkley was helpless: "...Could it be that I would lie to you? Ms. Alison."

"Wuu, I'm sorry..." that voice weakened, "Then, can you give half an hour?"

Walkley: "...The student is still waiting for you. Please get yourself ready in ten minutes, can you?"

"...Okay."

Walkley took a few steps back and closed the door to the principal's office again, smiling at Yan Yunqing, "Let's wait a mont. Ms. Alison still needs a little ti to prepare to see you."

Yan Yunqing: ...

Yan Yunqing gave Walkley a strange look. He really didn't expect this burly man, who was full of muscles and looked like a typical swordsman, to be the male mother type.

Eww, so weird, let take another look.

Ten minutes passed quietly. Yan Yunqing was bored and looked around the top floor of this black building, discovering that besides the principal's office, there were a few other rooms.

However, only the door to the principal's office had a sign, the other rooms were empty, their specific purpose uncertain.

During this ti, various noises continued to co from the principal's office. The sound was so loud that Yan Yunqing couldn't help but wonder if there was demolition or renovation going on inside.

When the ten minutes were up, the door opened on ti. Yan Yunqing clearly saw that Walkley had not made any movent, and after the door slowly opened, he could see that there was no one behind the door.

...Is it haunted?

"Co in, child." Walkley said easily, "I believe Ms. Alison is ready to see you."

Yan Yunqing stepped into the room hesitantly. As soon as he looked up, he saw that the spot where the portrait was hanging had disappeared, replaced by a landscape oil painting.

The originally ssy office was also brand new, as neat and tidy as a model room.

At the end of the wide wooden long table sat an extrely beautiful woman. Her long chestnut curly hair rested on her shoulders, and she wore a very slim-fitting long dress, her long legs crossed.

Ms. Alison adjusted the delicate gold-rimd glasses on her nose. The gold chain hanging down swayed slightly, full of intellectual beauty.

She elegantly picked up a strangely shaped coffee cup and took a sip of the dark brown liquid swirling inside.

Yan Yunqing wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but he felt that the air was not filled with the bitter and llow aroma of coffee, but rather a certain sweet cocoa powder scent.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Alison." Walkley greeted her as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

The intellectual and elegant lady gently placed the coffee cup in her hand on the desk in front of her, making a crisp clinking sound.With one hand, she brushed back the curly hair on her shoulder and also smiled at Walkley: "Good afternoon, Teacher Walkley."

Her gaze swept past Walkley and landed gently on Yan Yunqing, a hint of a smile in her eyes. "So, Teacher Walkley, what is it that you need to bring this student to see for at this ti?"

Her voice was low, with a hint of hoarseness, a very typical mature woman's voice.

It was so sultry that Yan Yunqing shivered unexpectedly.

Alison: ? Is it cold? Why did this student shiver as soon as she spoke? She's not that scary, is she?

"Oh, it's like this—" Walkley was about to explain when he suddenly paused, "I rember in the ssage I just sent you, I clearly stated my purpose for bringing this student here?"

"Ahem—" Alison coughed awkwardly, her voice still the sa: "Is that so? I'm sorry I didn't look carefully just now, my apologies."

Walkley sighed again, "It's alright, Ms. Alison. You don't have to secretly check the ssage under the table. I'll just tell you directly."

He took out the letter of recomndation Yan Yunqing had given him, placed it on the desk, and pushed it towards Alison.

"This student has obtained a letter of recomndation and wants to enter the academy through recomnded admission. This is his letter of recomndation, please take a look."

"Oh?"

Alison's interest was piqued. She reached out and pressed down on the already opened letter of recomndation, unfolding it to read.