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"You old fossil, don't push your luck! Dean of Discipline is the biggest concession I can make!" Yu Lin Bloodhawk shouted.

The Dean of Discipline is a crucial position, he thought. Chief Steward Zhou held that very post back in the day, and history proved how important it was to the Chinese Communist Party's later development. If you're still not satisfied, Old Charlatan, I really can't give you any more ground.

The Old Charlatan blinked and asked, "What does the Dean of Discipline do?"

He could hardly be blamed for not knowing. The modern terms Yu Lin Bloodhawk occasionally rattled off were still novelties in Azeroth. Anyone hearing them for the first time might vaguely guess their meaning, but most remained hazy concepts. Of course, plenty were straightforward enough to understand at once.

"We can discuss what it does later. Anyway, it's the third-highest position in the Military Officer Command Academy. Take it or leave it," Yu Lin Bloodhawk said.

"What's the second-highest position?" the Old Charlatan asked.

"Vice Principal!" Yu Lin Bloodhawk said.

"I want to be Vice Principal!" the Old Charlatan said.

"No!" Yu Lin Bloodhawk turned his head aside.

"Brat, what's that supposed to mean?" the Old Charlatan flared up again.

"Exactly what I said. Dean of Discipline, and that's settled!" Yu Lin Bloodhawk stood up. "Old man, don't complain that the position is too low. It's extremely important. I'm pressed for time, and tomorrow I'm going to Aerie Peak to meet Mez'dra. The clerics have to go. Let the Army Staff know when you're setting out, and travel together!"

With that, Yu Lin Bloodhawk walked out.

The Old Charlatan made no attempt to stop Yu Lin Bloodhawk when he saw him leave, nor did he show the slightest intention of asking him to stay. Once Yu