"Didn't Mr. Hevin bring any luggage?"

The old man sitting on the sofa behind the desk had gray hair on his temples, and he adjusted his silver-rimmed glasses slightly.

Hewen sat on the chair opposite him:

"Mr. Anthony, I prefer to keep everything simple."

Anthony glanced at Ha La, who was sitting obediently aside, and smiled seriously:

"I never heard that you are bringing your family here. I hope you can inform me in advance next time. After all, the reason why I chose to work at the university is because I don't like children."

Since his face was habitually straight, Hewen couldn't tell whether he was joking or serious.

Anthony looked at the paper document in his hand:

"Mr. Hevin, your age does not match my expectation."

On the way from the train station to the university, Hewen had grown a beard and his hair had turned black. He looked to be in his thirties.

His black hair was combed meticulously, the black suit fit him surprisingly well, and the glasses on his face gave his weathered handsomeness a more scholarly air.

However, even so, he was unexpectedly young in Anthony's eyes. In the imagination of the dean of the School of History, Hevin should be an old man not much younger than him.

Hewen smiled politely and said:

"My real age is much older than I look."

Anthony said:

"I really envy you guys with good skin care, but let me say it first, we do not prohibit teachers and students from falling in love consensually, but if you use your identity and appearance to deceive those children into going to bed and play with their feelings, I

You will be kicked out of school immediately and the outside world will be informed of what you have done."

Hewen said:

"Don't worry, I'm not that kind of scumbag."

Anthony flipped through the documents:

"I have my own rules. As long as we don't violate the moral bottom line, we don't have too many restrictions on our employees. Similarly, as long as they have the ability, many associate professors and ordinary teachers can be promoted to full professors. Of course, there are no capable people in this world.

There weren't many in the first place.

"Mr. Hewen, with all due respect, I would like to ask you a few questions before officially admitting you."

Hewen said:

"sure."

Anthony asked:

""Rural Customs of England", "Study on Sacrificial Ritual from 1326 to 1649", and "On Blood Sacrifice and Sociology", these three books are probably your masterpieces."

Hewen said modestly:

"It's not a masterpiece, it's just a personal hobby."

Anthony smiled:

"Then let me test you. It's not that I don't trust you, but I want to know Mr. Hevin better."

Hewen smiled confidently:

"Please."

Anthony's body leaned forward slightly, and his serious expression was enough to make an ordinary teacher feel a huge sense of oppression.

Hewen's expression remained natural.

When he heard that the famous folklorist Hevin was coming to Aaron, his first reaction was that he was a liar. After seeing Hevin's face, his suspicions were greatly intensified.

Of course, it was impossible for Hevin to show any rude behavior before his disguise was exposed.

After all, what if it’s true?

He did not plan to test any of the questions in Hevin's book. Anyone with a good memory can memorize the information easily, but deep understanding and strong thinking ability cannot be copied by counterfeiters.

Anthony asked:

"Mr. Hevin, what do you think of the recently unearthed antiquities and information about ancient sacrifices?"

If the other party is really a professional folklorist, he will definitely have heard about the recent incident.

Hewen was indeed well prepared:

"It's just sensationalizing."

Anthony's eyes widened slightly:

"What did you say?"

The old man felt insulted, and he had even thought about which door to ask the school guards to throw Hevin out of later.

Hevin continued:

"That's just a ridiculous scam. I have explored local cultural changes in my unpublished research. It is impossible for this kind of sacrifice to evolve under that kind of social structure.

"Furthermore, there are obvious problems with the unearthed objects. If you know the history of England, you will know that the patterns and styles on the cultural relics are obviously not made in ancient England or New England. They were not made by humans in earlier periods.

This productivity makes this kind of thing.”

"What's more, no one would hang themselves on a tree for seven days and seven nights to sacrifice themselves. This kind of bloody and anti-human sacrifice method is difficult to spread on a large scale and in a systematic way."

Anthony's eyes lit up. It was normal for Hevin not to understand some secrets, but his years of research told him that there were many secrets before Ancient England.

Anthony asked:

"What if this is true?"

Hewen said:

"If the unearthed antiquities are true, it means that there was a powerful country before England, and they had extremely advanced metal forging levels. There are many bloody parts in their culture that are contrary to our common sense.

"Of course, if there really was such an ancient empire, how could it not leave any traces?"

Because the New God has erased all traces.

Anthony suppressed the excitement in his heart:

"Mr. Hevin, I'm curious about something."

Hewen asked:

"Um?"

Anthony said:

"How could you ever think of coming to a school like ours? When my friend told me you were coming, I thought he was joking with me."

Hewen said:

"Allen University is a very good school."

Anthony shook his head:

"I'm not talking about Allen University, but this city. Allen didn't even exist a hundred years ago, and humans have been active on a large scale for no more than three hundred years. This is a miraculous city that rose out of thin air.

A city without history.

"In my opinion, scholars like you should conduct research in cities like Wharton."

Hewen showed a mysterious smile:

“Modern folk customs are also folk customs, and this city has been washed away by the torrent of many unique cultural landscapes.

"My next research direction is this city."

After hearing this, Anthony stood up directly and eagerly held Hevin's hands:

"Welcome to our school, Professor Hewen."

After speaking, Anthony smiled awkwardly:

"Due to some special reasons, I can only give you the treatment of associate professor for the time being. The title of honorary professor will have to wait for about a month."

The reason was that he thought Hevin was a liar, so he did not report it to the school.

Hewen said politely:

"I actually want to teach."

Anthony blinked:

"Did you speak just now?"

Hevin repeated:

"I mean, if I could, I'd like to teach courses as a professor at Allen University."

After Anthony confirmed that he was not hallucinating, he said excitedly:

"We will take you to the principal now! Tomorrow you can join the job as an honorary professor and a full professor."

As he spoke, Anthony still held Hevin's hand, as if he was afraid that he would suddenly run away.

Hewen smiled and said:
Chapter completed!