Because the number of students had exceeded Gu Xi's earlier expectations, the interior of the castle before him had already undergone enormous changes.
Of the seven towers in the castle, aside from the exclusive tower for the Department Head and the exclusive tower for the teachers, all the other towers had been put to use. Forget every tower—even the first floor of each tower was packed to the brim.
Gu Xi made a short circuit through the castle, then walked into the tower that belonged to him.
At this point, Gu Xi noticed that even though his own tower had not been occupied, many traces of age still remained inside it.
Oil paintings here recorded each year's outstanding graduates, as well as every point in time when the department had expanded enrollment.
It was clear that while Gu Xi had been away, those teachers had still put real care into this place.
At the very least, nothing that ought to be here was missing.
However, Gu Xi did not particularly like the style here after all.
After stepping into the tower, Gu Xi merely raised a hand and pointed, and all the oil paintings hanging along the staircase changed.
They transformed from oil paintings into stone reliefs.
Seeing this change, Gu Xi finally nodded in satisfaction.
This was the style he liked—simple and direct.
At the same time, Gu Xi arranged undead-style candles above each picture. All the White Candles came from Aryadovi City's production.
After changing the layout here, Gu Xi nodded in satisfaction and easily made his way to the very top of the tower.
There was a small room of more than fifty square meters there.
At the moment, the room was filled with all kinds of documents.
An oil painting of Gu Xi's half-length portrait hung