Chapter 27 – 27. Negotiation Table
“Would you like some tea?”
When the maid who guided Keren and the dean asked, Deius motioned her to leave.
“It’s okay, I’m not a guest to treat.”
The dean gritted his teeth and forcibly suppressed the twitching of the skin on his face when he was told that he was an uninvited guest.
He is also a man who sits in the position of dean of the academy.
Even though there were times when his emotions got stronger and his judgment became clouded, he was a man who made rational choices in such prepared situations.
“I’m sorry, Professor Deius.”
He immediately started by bowing politely.
“The professor’s dismissal was extremely unfair and did not go through a proper verification process. He focused on mere rumors and skipped the facts.”
This was partly because it was supported by the testimony of trusted professors named Erica and Gideon.
To begin with, he was only a visiting professor.
That was also Erica’s connection, but since she had kicked it out, there was no need to keep it with her, so there were some that were lightly dismissed.
“No apology needed.”
Deius spat out emotionlessly. He seemed like he really didn’t care.
“I guess your doubts about my actions have now been resolved. “I’d like to ask you about that first.”
Even though I know everything.
Keren knew that Deius was asking such questions and answers on purpose, but from the dean’s perspective, he had no choice but to answer.
Because this was the absolute position of Eul.
“Yes, I knew it was to solve the problem of evil spirits wandering around the academy.”
“… … .”
“Well, it was our first time encountering such creatures, so we were inadequate in our response. sorry.”
evil spirit.
In one word, a ghost.
I thought it was a very mysterious being.
Among the warlocks, there are those who manipulate corpses and turn them into undead.
These people are called necromancers.
They only use corpses, but they cannot deal with the soul contained within them.
Therefore, among warlocks, necromancers who manipulated souls were even more precious.
This is where Karen came forward.
“I have a question for you, Lord Deius.”
The dean was taken aback by the unexpected interference, but Deius naturally turned his attention from the dean to Keren.
“What is.”
“I too have crossed many lines of fire and have had many experiences. “Some of them were about necromancy.”
Deius nods to continue.
“I understand that the soul goes into rest after death. They say they will fall into eternal sleep. However, I have heard that among dogs, those with deep resentment or strong ego often wake up as souls.”
Deius said nothing. It was true.
“Most of those souls know that we cannot see them, touch them, or interfere with them. If I were to ask you the exact same question.”
Glancing.
Keren glances at Darius and Deia one at a time, naturally checking their reactions.
“Only a necromancer can do this.”
Wiggle.
Deia maintained her composure, but was slightly shaken by Darius.
‘50% chance of being a necromancer.’
Keren continued speaking naturally, raising the odds within himself.
“I’ll be honest with you. “We secretly brought in a necromancer to resolve this situation.”
Darius and Deia swallow their breath. Not only that, the dean was glaring at me, asking why I was saying such a thing.
But I couldn’t help it.
I wanted to give the man, who was maintaining his poker face and showing no reaction like a stone or a stone, a little shaken.
‘Now, what’s the reaction?’
What kind of reaction will there be?
I was curious though.
“uh?”
Conversely, upon seeing Deius’ expression, Keren let out an embarrassed breath.
because.
He was angry.
With an even more wrinkled expression.
So much so that the veins pop out on his white forehead hidden by his black hair.
“Pathetic, bullshit.”
Deius let out a sigh. The current Deius’ reaction was so harsh that it made Darius and Deia take a step back.
The air around me changed.
A chill that went beyond the level of cold settled firmly in the room.
No one here knew that it was because of a man named Deius.
“I must have written a letter. Are you ignoring what was written in number 8?”
“… … Number 8, number 8! That was the missing number you were talking about!”
Then, this time, even Deius’ eyes trembled slightly. He closed his mouth for a moment, then exhaled, and once again returned to the same emotionless expression as before.
“I see. “That’s why the situation has escalated to this point.”
Deius is convinced of something alone. Keren became curious and asked.
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“What on earth was written in number 8?”
“… … .”
Deius, who glanced at Keren, blurted out that it didn’t matter anymore.
“I wrote down not to provoke them carelessly.”
“ah.”
“I guess the situation has become more serious since the necromancer was brought in?”
The dean answered quickly, as if he had been waiting for those words.
“Yes, that’s right! Now, students and professors are in great pain because of this. In particular, many students living on the second floor of the dormitory are currently in a coma and cannot wake up!”
At those words, Deia seemed to have calmed down and took a deep breath and glanced at Deius.
Anyway, it was unfortunate that such a situation happened to the students.
But Deius was calm and declared.
“I became that kind of emotional person. “Let’s end Saddam and begin.”
“Off.”
The dean was planning to use the students as a conversion strategy, but Deius declared as coldly as ice.
Keren takes out the contract he brought in his bag and holds it out to Deius.
For a moment, he looked at the contract closely, then gently held it out and answered.
“It falls far short of my standards.”
“yes? “Yes?”
The dean opened his mouth like a toad and his voice grew louder as he said this was nonsense.
“Oh, no! This is truly the level that the best professors get! Sir Deius is a new professor who has not yet accumulated any years of experience! In fact, this makes no sense!”
“Then go back.”
The Dean seemed to be heartbroken as he saw Deius replying that there was no negotiation at all.
What if we don’t catch him now?
The students’ cries and screams can already be heard from the academy. And then there are the responsibilities that parents will have to consider.
Even royal support was cut off.
The dean asked with trembling lips, feeling dizzy.
“Well, then how much more do you want? “If you tell me the amount, I will do my best to match it.”
“We will agree to 200 million, exactly 200 million gold.”
“ah… … .”
What did this crazy guy just say?
A situation where it feels like your intestines are being twisted. The sweat was already beyond what could be wiped off and my whole body was soaked as if it had been rained on.
He secretly sends a signal to Keren for help.
Isn’t he a veteran who has been involved in a lot of pushing and pushing regarding compensation while working as a mercenary?
Because it seemed like Keren, who had been through many hardships, would be better than the Dean who was just sitting at the desk and just thinking.
Eventually, Karen also quietly steps forward and intervenes.
“No matter what, 200 million is too much. Professor Deius, to be honest, I also earn 7,000 a year. “It’s your first time in office, so maybe you’re being too greedy.”
“hmm.”
“You have to compromise to at least 150 million… … .”
“If you plan to negotiate on the market, then go back.”
Deius put his hands on the desk and clasped his hands, interrupting Keren.
He didn’t back down at all. Deius, who stood firm like a mountain, gave a strange feeling of discomfort to the opponent.
Every time he said a word, the dean almost fainted.
“No, no! 200 million? You mean 200 million? “What nonsense is that!”
“hmm.”
To the dean, who was begging almost as if he was crying, Deius picked up the quill next to him and wrote something additional on the contract.
“Additional annual research equipment support.”
“What the hell!”
Didn’t you just say no?
The dean was almost confused as to whether the profuse sweat was his own tears.
“Joe, please give us a little room to compromise. 200 million is too much!”
“hmm.”
also!
also! That hmmm!
The dean wanted to sew his mouth shut. Every time Deius opened his mouth, it felt like his lifespan was shortened by a year.
“Privatization of research equipment used for four years. “I guess other professors won’t be able to use what I used again.”
“Ahhh!”
Are you saying that you will keep the items you bought with academy expenses as your own after 4 years?
What a piece of shit!
“What nonsense is that! “They’re going to privatize things purchased with the Academy’s finances!”
“We even add access to the royal palace’s Millennium Library’s banned books list.”
I feel like I’m going crazy.
Really, the dean was just boiling over with a desire to punch that bastard in the mouth.
I couldn’t go any further than clenching my fists because of Verdi’s giant, Darius, glaring at me from the side with wide eyes.
“Oh, no. Please make your judgment a little more calmly! please!”
“We are also adding quarterly private business trips to research research-related materials and check on-site.”
“Aaaah!”
“Please shut up for a moment.”
Karen urgently covers the Dean’s mouth. I was ready to give up everything, including my liver and gallbladder, if I were to become completely caught up in the character of Deius.
The dean’s palms were damp with sweat, which was frankly unpleasant, but he asked Deius for now.
“Let me just check one thing first. “Will the current situation really be resolved if Lord Deius is reinstated?”
“yes.”
A simple, clear, but bold statement. Therefore, it actually gave it more credibility.
Because he was saying that he was confident enough that he didn’t need to add a separate label.
In addition, Deius declared that he was cold.
“I think you’re misunderstanding something.”
He slowly leans back against the backrest. If he had had tea, it seemed as if he would have sipped it elegantly and leisurely and enjoyed the taste.
“This is not a negotiation or anything like that.”
That was absolutely correct.
This was not a negotiation, but a threat.
In a way, they were being very gentlemanly in saying that if they wanted to save the Academy, they should pay as much as they wanted.
It was a mistake to start by seeing him simply as a professor. In fact, the fate of the Academy was at stake.
It was Keren who honestly admitted that he was too swayed by the professorship.
That’s why Karen blurted out the question that suddenly occurred to her.
“Do you really intend to return to work?”
Deius paused for a moment.
“doesn’t exist.”
I answered firmly.
fantasy, game, possession,
