Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 596: Uncle and Nephew (8)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3816: The Master of Profound Secrets
Time passed in a flash.
“Clotho!” the lecturer shouted.
“Here!”
A young man, who had turned his head around to chat with his classmates, hurriedly stood up.
“Answer my question.” The lecturer’s glasses obscured her face, but her eyes looked exceptionally cold. “What is the significance and impact of the Second London Treaty?”
“…” The youth racked his brain.
The Second London Treaty? That’s the treaty signed after Empress Sophia crushed all hostile powers in Britain and annexed its territory, right?
Ah no, that’s the content of the North Sea Treaty—
Crap, I’ve mixed everything up!
A cold glint flashed across the lecturer’s eyes as Clotho struggled to answer her question.
“You’ll remain standing for the rest of the lecture. I hope there won’t be a second time.”
Amidst the laughter of his classmates, Clotho sighed in resignation as he stood up and carried his book to stand by the side of the classroom.
After the class ended, the students gathered around him.
“Clotho, you are brave to let your attention wander during the head lecturer’s class.”
“I…” Clotho scratched his head.
Just then, a middle-aged man with rugged features dressed in elegant clothes strutted into the classroom. His footsteps hastened when he saw Clotho.
The students quickly scattered.
The head lecturer sure is vicious to summon Clotho’s father, who serves as a diplomat, over.
“…Ah?” Clotho was dumbstruck.
I know that I got distracted in class, but surely there’s no need to call my parents here over something this small, right?
The middle-aged man walked up to Clotho. His presence naturally commanded authority. “Come with me.”
Damn!
Clotho felt dizzy. He could only miserably drag his feet behind his stern father.
To his surprise, his father didn’t reprimand him. Instead…
“A transfer student from Serica will be transferring here this year. You’ll be taking care of her.”
Clotho was perplexed. “Wait, isn’t that an important responsibility? How did this task fall onto my shoulders?”
His father quietly stared at him.
Clotho spent a moment in thought bef
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