"What do you mean? I've graduated?"
Qian'er picked up the graduation certificate and opened it, his own information clearly displayed inside.
"Yes, you've graduated. Your strength has increased too quickly. Now, I'm no longer your match. In that case, you won't learn anything at school anyway, so we simply made a special exception and let you graduate early."
The dean nodded, explaining to Qian'er.
"Then what's the deal with this job offer? Recruiting me to be a professor at the Imperial Academy? What can I even teach the students?"
Qian'er opened the job offer and chuckled as he read the words on it.
His current achievements are completely unreplicable. Letting him teach students would just be misleading them.
"This is a choice."
The dean looked at Qian'er solemnly.
"After your pet beast became a Divine Beast, the changes in the world situation exceeded our expectations. The remaining ten victorious races also have some tricks up their sleeves. They're trying to force you out."
"With the tacit consent of the ten victorious races, the entire world has become fraught with tension, as if a war is about to break out."
"Regarding your departure, there are currently two voices within the country. I'm more conservative, wanting you to stay in the Imperial Academy to grow in peace until you've reached a certain level before letting you out."
"But the dark-type beast tamers in the country believe that dark-type beast tamers should grow in war, so they advocate letting you go to your fief. Your fief is the former territory of the Sky Canopy Bull, now bordering three victorious races, a veritable land of four wars. They believe you can only grow there."
"Accept this job offer, and you'll stay at the Imperial Academy for now, and we'll talk after you've grown up."
The dean looked at Qian'er solemnly.
Qian'er pondered for a moment and decisively put down the job offer.
"Forget it, Dean. I think they're right. Besides, it's my own fief. I haven't even seen it myself. What kind of feudal lord am I?"
The dean looked at the job offer on the table and sighed helplessly, but couldn't help but reveal a smile on his face.
He hadn't misjudged the person.
"Besides, don't you know me? I'll definitely run at the first sign of trouble. I won't encounter any danger. Even if the powerhouses of other races take action, I still have Turtle Saint on my side. With Turtle Saint's help, I can at least buy myself some time to escape."
Listening to Qian'er's shameless words, the dean nodded in agreement.
"It's good that you have this idea. We're just afraid that you'll have the arrogance of a genius and value fame above everything else. If that were the case, I wouldn't let you leave no matter what. It's good that you have this idea. I can rest assured."
"Also, after you go to your fief, keep that Divine Beast hidden as much as possible. Try not to let others see it. If it's seen, be sure to kill them before they can pass the information on."
Qian'er chuckled and nodded, but didn't respond. Instead, he took out a brownish-yellow tiger skin cloak from his spatial backpack.
"Dean, this is my first trophy from killing a True King, but its effect isn't very useful to me. It only increases the power of rock-type skills for the beast tamer wearing it. Just consider it an exchange for your cloak."
The dean didn't refuse, taking the tiger skin cloak from Qian'er's hand and holding it tightly.
"Oh, right, please take this to my three teachers. I'll visit them when I come back in the future."
As he spoke, Qian'er threw another spatial backpack onto the table.
"Understood."
The dean nodded, picking up the spatial backpack.
"If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."
After speaking, Qian'er walked to the window, jumped down, and amidst the exclamations of a group of senior students, the huge Frostglow Bone Dragon flew out from the beast space, catching Qian'er's body.
In the sky, Qian'er didn't leave immediately, but had the Frostglow Bone Dragon return to the dormitory first.
Although the school was large, the Frostglow Bone Dragon quickly crossed most of the campus to the dormitory area.
"I'm back."
Opening the dormitory door, Qian'er smiled slightly as he looked at the cat maid cleaning the house.
"Stop cleaning for now, come listen to me."
Calling to the cat maid, Qian'er sat on the sofa.
"Meow? (What's wrong?)"
The cat maid was stunned for a moment, walking over and asking curiously.
"I've graduated and am preparing to go to my fief. Will you come with me? The salary is double what it is now, how about it?"
Putting the graduation certificate on the table, Qian'er asked with a smile.
"Meow?! (You graduated? You only enrolled recently... Oh, you're a True King now.)"
Looking at the graduation certificate on the table, the Imperial Academy's graduation certificates all had a thin silver-white twig clipped to them. This was the Imperial Academy's last gift to the students leaving from here, a small piece of Senior Xiaoyue's dead branch. With this, they could unleash an attack within the human territory that would be impressive to most beast tamers.
The cat maid stood up and looked at Qian'er, thinking for a while before nodding.
"Meow! (Okay, I'll go with you. I'll go write my resignation letter now!)"
It wasn't uncommon for graduating students to apply to take away the maid cats they spent day and night with, so after hearing Qian'er's words, the cat maid didn't feel surprised. After thinking for a moment, she nodded.
Working is working, and besides, Qian'er was paying more.
Taking out the resignation letter she had already prepared from her bosom, she pressed a plum blossom handprint on it and was about to pack up for the move, but Qian'er stopped her.
"Wait, wait, wait, don't rush. First find my king's crown and help me put it on."
Qian'er's king's crown had been sent when the angel came to notify him last time, but Qian'er had never worn it, planning to save it for the coronation ceremony. But today, he planned to wear it once.
"Meow? (Your king's crown? Okay, I know.)"
As she spoke, the cat maid walked into Qian'er's bedroom and soon came out holding a set of completely black clothes, adorned with ice-blue, blood-red, and dark-green colors.
This set of clothes was not easy to put on. It took the two of them almost an hour to put it on properly. The cat maid was watching video tutorials online, learning as she helped Qian'er put it on.
After dressing neatly, looking at Qian'er's appearance, his several pet beasts and the cat maid's eyes lit up.
"How is it?"
Qian'er, holding a sword in one hand and a seal in the other, looked in the mirror and asked with a smile.
"Meow! (Good looking!)"
The cat maid and Qian'er's several pet beasts nodded repeatedly. Originally, Qian'er was tall and wore loose clothes at home, so it wasn't obvious, but now that he put on this set, it was different. His heroic and majestic aura was overwhelming, making people unable to help but submit.
