The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha! Chapter 600 - 16: Astray (9)2

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"Does he really not want to talk anymore?" Qili asked anxiously.

"No, he won’t even see ."

"Is it because you’re with us, so that’s why he refuses to cooperate with us? Just like Alvis?"

"No, I swear it’s not. If that were the case, now would be the perfect ti to slap in the face, wouldn’t it?" Gegil sighed helplessly.

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Ti slipped away bit by bit.

So were still hoping for a turnaround, but none ca.

So were still guarding against a reversal, but that didn’t happen either.

Alvis quietly sent people to monitor Angel, yet he did nothing, only sitting calmly on a bench.

As incredible as it sounded, it was the truth. It was as if he really was a pawn Alvis had arranged long ago.

Even Alvis couldn’t quite believe it.

"Could it be that I underestimated my own charm? Maybe he’s actually loyal to ?" When every other possibility seed impossible, this one... started to feel plausible. At least, that’s what Alvis thought.

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Finally, five o’clock sharp.

Alvis and Angel appeared together in the hallway before the conference room doors.

Angel was expressionless, while Alvis was beaming.

Qili and Gegil, as the eliminated players, had already been waiting in front of the conference room doors for so ti.

Bracing himself, Gegil stepped up and blocked Angel: "I... I want to ask you, are you refusing to cooperate with us because of ? If that’s the case, I can step down. Just give a bit of compensation, that’s all. No, I don’t even need compensation. Just to put it plainly, I don’t want this guy to beco the New Vascular Council President. The cost can be discussed. I’ll even compensate you myself. If an apology is necessary, I’ll apologize to you."

As he spoke, Gegil glanced at Alvis.

Alvis also turned to look at Angel.

Angel smiled faintly and said softly, "It’s really not what you’re thinking. We’re not enemies. I offended you, but you haven’t offended . So, there’s no way I would... change any decisions because of you. Please don’t overthink this."

After finishing, Angel slightly lowered his head and gently pushed Gegil aside.

An answer that was undeniably polite and friendly, yet it was like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the last spark of hope in Gegil.

Gegil’s face was filled with despondency.

As they passed by the two, Alvis and Angel stepped toward the doors of the conference room.

The door was open, and Barnes was waiting inside.

However, Alvis suddenly stopped walking.

Angel also followed suit.

Turning his head slightly, Alvis smiled softly and said to Angel, "To be honest, I truly don’t understand you. There was a ti when I thought I had figured you out, but now I feel I don’t understand you at all, not one bit. Rest assured, once I take office, I will give you the best treatnt. All decisions will be discussed with you. And if I step down, the next President will definitely be you. This is my vow to thank you for your support. You are the most outstanding low-grade magic apprentice I’ve ever t."

"Thank you," Angel replied with a polite nod.

Alvis returned the smile, then stepped into the conference room.

Angel followed closely behind.

Barnes slowly stood up and asked softly, "Do we have an answer?"

"Yes, I’m joining forces with Angel. I’ll be the President," Alvis replied.

"Angel, is that right?" Barnes looked at Angel.

"Yes, that’s correct," Angel nodded. He reached out and placed a thick roster on the table in front of Barnes: "This is the list I’ve compiled, the list of my team mbers."

Alvis also handed over his own roster: "This is mine."

The list of mbers from the Old Vascular Council was noticeably shorter than Angel’s team roster.

This outco seed to even leave Barnes a bit puzzled. She furrowed her brow slightly, gazing at Angel and biting her lip. After thinking for a mont, she extended her hand to Alvis: "Well, congratulations. I didn’t expect the result of this election to be the previous Vascular Council President. Speaking of which, you were President before, so why didn’t it work then? Maybe you need to give an explanation."

Shaking Barnes’ hand, Alvis joked, "Perhaps it was a lack of motivation. Either way, this ti, I’m very confident in restoring order to the entire Academy. Entrust this to , and I promise you’ll get the results you desire."

"I hope so. Now, cooperate, and let’s complete the formalities. There are... so minor details to address."

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Since the conference room door remained open, Qili and Gegil stood outside, staring blankly. They could hear every word spoken inside as clear as day. The more they listened, the more indignant they felt, and the more they thought about it, the more frustrated they beca. Qili’s face turned red with anger, and Gegil wished he could find a hole to disappear into.

But what could they do?

At this point, there was no one to bla but Angel for his foolishness—though he didn’t seem intent on confronting them directly. Even if they had countless words to scold Angel with, it was like punching into cotton, utterly ineffective.

And so, an hour passed.

Around six o’clock, all necessary formalities were completed. Barnes even prepared the first month’s budget. It was a chest full of silver coins.

Angel sneaked a glance at it, standing quietly behind Alvis without saying a word.

"Alright, everything’s settled, much quicker than I expected," Barnes ran her fingers through her hair, sighing softly: "Even the system has been notarized. Since you insisted on retaining the original system, everything beca especially simple. Now, you are officially in office. All your team mbers are now part of the New Vascular Council. Hopefully, you won’t let the Teaching Affairs Bureau down."

"Can we leave now?" Alvis asked.

"Yes, there’s nothing else left. If there is, it’s that you must complete your duties now," Barnes replied.

"Alright, thank you. Tomorrow... no, tonight, we’ll comnce a thorough cleanup across the Academy. By tomorrow morning, you’ll see a renewed Magic Academy," Alvis slightly bowed in gratitude before grabbing the chest of silver coins and preparing to leave.

However, at that mont, Angel suddenly blocked him.

"Please wait a mont." Angel looked at Barnes and said softly, "Barnes, I’d like... in accordance with the newly notarized New Vascular Council system, to initiate a motion for the impeachnt of the President."

His expression was so calm, it seed like he was rely saying "Good morning."

In an instant, the smile on Barnes’ face gradually faded. The smile on Alvis’ face slowly stiffened.

Qili and Gegil, still lingering outside the door, froze completely, their eyes wide with disbelief.

"You... what did you say?" Barnes stamred awkwardly, "I... I think I might have misheard..."

Alvis stuttered nervously, "Angel... this... this kind of thing isn’t sothing to joke about."

"Then let say it again: I’m initiating a motion to impeach the New Vascular Council President, now, imdiately." Angel remained expressionless as he looked at Barnes, pulling a thick stack of papers from his pocket and placing them on her desk: "These are the signatures of the impeachnt petitioners. Currently, the New Vascular Council comprises 821 mbers, and this includes 605 signatures in total. That’s 73.69% approval. According to the rules we just finalized for the Council system, when 70% of mbers agree to impeach the President, a new election for President must be held. If possible, I hope it will take place tonight. So mbers are already preparing for it."

At this mont, the last rays of the evening sun had faded, and night had fallen.

The atmosphere in the conference room suddenly beca chillingly tense.

Except for Angel, no one—neither Barnes nor Alvis, nor Qili and Gegil outside the door, nor the other Teaching Affairs Bureau staff present—could say a word at this mont.