Lyle and the scholar appeared in his gloomy study.
Ignoring Lyle's hesitation, the scholar directly opened his wardrobe and began to don his magic lock equipment.
Listening to the sound of chains wrapping around the scholar, it was like watching a demon spread its wings.
As Nia's tentacles intertwined around him, Lyle started to feel apprehensive, and the scholar was very serious.
"Teacher, are we going to use force directly?"
"No, that is the last resort, but I need to prepare first. We also need to consider how to evade the school's accountability afterward."
"So, what do we do now?"
"We need to find ourselves a lawyer," the scholar replied earnestly, his response rendered even more bizarre by the mask he wore.
"Huh? What did you just say?"
"If a dispute arises, consult a lawyer and seek advice on possible solutions. Tailor the teaching to the student's capability, use everything to its fullest potential."
Something didn't seem quite right.
