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Then added, “This is out of my specialization. Artifact-host resonance is not my field.” “So you won’t help me?” “I didn’t say that.” Professor Dryden moved to his desk, opened a drawer, and withdrew a sealed correspondence orb. He held it for a moment—long enough for its surface to shimmer with the faint signature of his magical imprint—then passed it to me. “I’m invoking a favor,” he said. “Her name is Velna Tal.” “Another professor?” “A relic specialist. She’s not part of Loisage anymore. Retired five years ago after a... disagreement with the Board.”

Others tapped their fingers, glanced sideways, or simply stared ahead like soldiers awaiting orders. The room didn't feel like a classroom. It felt like a cage of predators told to act civilized. Professor Viorell stood at the front, still twirling his chalk with idle flair. The board behind him bore three words in looping script: The Arcane Veins He let the silence linger, almost like he was savoring it—then turned with a slow grin, eyes dancing behind the smoke-tinted lenses of his spectacles. “So,” he said, dragging the word like a dagger across velvet. “What are Arcane Veins? Anyone care to enlighten us?”

"You coming? We're grabbing food." Jessica twirls a strand of hair around her finger, her eyes darting to Jerome. "Professor Laurent," she purrs, "are we free to go?" Jerome doesn't even look at her. His gaze lands on me. "Almost." The room goes quiet. Then he pushes off the desk and walks slow, deliberate until he's standing over my ruined sketch. His shadow swallows the paper. "Care to explain this, Miss Veldt?" I swallow. "It's... abstract."

“I heard he’s also going to the masquerade party.” I paused. Roman? At a masquerade full of high society parasites? That wasn’t like him. He avoided that world as if it carried the plague. Still, that alone wasn’t enough for Alec to bother me with. “And what’s the issue?” I pressed. Alec let out a sigh. “Let me guess, you’ve already forgotten the information I told you about.” My brow lifted. “Your brother,” Alec continued, “is Violet’s professor. Even if it’s a masquerade, what if he recognizes her?”

But those attempts quickly realized they could never compete with the professor's loyalty to his work. When he looked at Isa, he could see it. Her eyes were dark... brown like a barren forest in a frigid, snowless winter night. Yet amidst the trees was a flame. It was the same spark Isa saw in her professor that now plagued her fantasies. The sin, immorality, corruption of it all... No. She's a student. The relationship between a professor and student should always remain chaste. Although if we lived in a lawless society, Theodore would have Isa's hands bounded and her ass branded with his belt.

I quickly opened the school’s forum and began to type. MissCaptainOfAll: I need help ASAP! This is a case that should be handled as an emergency. Does anyone know who the professor handling Data Analytics for year three is? He is somewhat anonymous but I really need to know who he is right now. If you have emails or some type of way to reach him, reply to this post!

She asked. I shook my head before I could stop myself; maybe lying wasn’t too bad. I didn’t want anyone to know that I was involved with Joseph, especially since Morgana knew he was once my professor. She’s going to think the worst and because we work for a gossip magazine, it wouldn’t be long before word got around about Joseph’s relationship with a student. “Uh, no,” I lied, trying to appear interested. “He was just my professor; we weren’t really close like that.”

Martial cultivator affairs were not easily explained to academics. "Ah, it must be related to the earthquake earlier," the professor deduced, recalling the tremors that nearly trapped them in the tunnel. While they conversed, Adrian hurried over eagerly. "Professor, if this is a palace, think of the treasures!" "Adrian, we're not treasure hunters nor grave robbers," the professor chided firmly, his tone stern. "I apologize, Professor," Adrian muttered, chastened. Seizing the moment, the professor launched into a lecture about professional ethics and the sanctity of archaeological work, reminiscing about his youth.

“I told you before. You must have misunderstood what happened back there. I don’t know psychology. I save Myra using techniques that you don’t comprehend. “There’s no way you can learn that. Why don’t you go and talk to Pastor Angelo and ask him to teach you how God saves people.” Professor Wilson shook his head. “No, no. Pastor Angelo isn’t as amazing as you are, I don’t want to learn from him. I know you are trying to test my sincerity, right? Arcadians are known for being humble and conservative…” Kaze simply gave an excuse but the professor filled in the gaps with his own imaginations. He was at a loss for words. Fortunately, after wasting some time, he was able to send the professor awa

Everyone got to their feet. An old man said smilingly, "War Legate Draco, I've always been very interested in Gostia and Partingia, but I never had the chance to conduct research on them. Thank you for fulfilling my dream." "This is Professor Steve Vargas, an archaeologist from Southeast University. He's sixty-two and has a vast knowledge of ancient ruins. He's also brought a few students with him," Mya introduced. Adrian said, "Thank you for your service despite your age."