Chapter 237
Jiang Chen noticed that in the most eye-catching column, there was a feature printed in super large font.
“Can I take a look?” Jiang Chen asked.
Shen Huan and the others were surprised. He gave him the newspaper.
“You know this language?” Lu Fei asked curiously.
Jiang Chen was from the Hundred Thousand Mountains, the poorest part of the Xia Dynasty. How could someone from there be more knowledgeable than them?
Jiang Chen didn’t answer. After reading the article, he smiled bitterly and said, “Looks like there are many objections.”
“Yes.” Nan Gong was surprised too, but he didn’t try to hide anything from them.
But it was the Sacred Institute. Maybe he shouldn’t worry.
If it had been other forces that wanted to invest so many resources to train him, he would have definitely refused. What if they asked him to do things against his will when the training was over?
But it was the Sacred Institute, the representation of justice.
It was a paramount honor to many people to work for the Sacred Institute, so the others were worried they would be eliminated in the middle of their studying.
When Yi Yuechuan was done with the introduction, the girl with the cold face came up to them.
“I’m Ying Wushuang, the captain of the Department of Discipline. As short-term disciples, you should follow the Sacred Institute’s rules like the others. If any violation of the rules is found, I’ll punish you severely, even if it’s because you’re ignorant of the rules or it’s your first violation!”
She looked the same age as Jiang Chen, younger than the other five, but with a rigid tone. She spoke very directly.
She suddenly looked towards Jiang Chen and said, “Mounts are allowed in the Sacred Institute, but the owner will be responsible for every error the mount commits. If the mount hurts people for no reason, we will kill it!”
Whitty eyes turned red when he heard her last sentence, but they went back to normal quickly. He was sitting there casually, scratching himself with his hind paw.
Whitty had complete spiritual intelligence, so he wouldn’t be irritated for no reason.
Jiang Chen shrugged his shoulders in answer.
As a result, he left a worse impression on Ying Wushuang.
“Well, I’ll take you to your rooms.” The middle-aged man who had been silent smiled. He was so fat that he looked like an elephant.
“He got an outstanding grade. Give him a single room.” Nan Gong pointed at Jiang Chen.
Ying Wushuang, Shui Chuanzi, and Shi Wengong were all surprised to hear this. They looked towards Jiang Chen.
There was doubt in Ying Wushuang’s narrow almond eyes, because the outstanding grade meant Jiang Chen was qualified to be a formal disciple of the Sacred Institute.
“The west courtyard is greatly honored,” Yi Yuechuan said.
It was obvious that she and Shi Wengong had doubts about it, but they didn’t dare question Nan Gong, so they didn’t say anything.
“Well, my six young friends, work hard.”
Nan Gong held his hands behind back, about to leave.
“Thank you for taking care of us, Nan Gong.”
Jiang Chen and the other five appreciated his help and saw him off.