The archivist stared at the security guard who suddenly appeared with some displeasure, he quickly picked up the key ring on the ground and hid it in the briefcase he carried with him, the dark yellow calfskin texture, the words "Imperial Military Academy President's Office" were engraved on the outside, this bag was very valuable.

"Who asked you to come here?!" the archivist raised an eyebrow, "This is the academy's important place, even your security department can't approach it at will, you have to patrol over there," he pointed to a small path not far away.

"I've heard that the school archives hold a lot of highly classified documents from the college, and you can only enter and exit them with the permission of the principal," the corners of the security officer's mouth rose and fell slightly under the brim of his hat, and only half of his dark face could be seen.

"What's the matter, that's not something you should be asking!" the librarian said unceremoniously to a small security guard, "Get out of here, get where you need to go!"

"I want to go inside for a coffee, I don't know if I can. The security officer dropped a word mockingly, gesturing at the half-open door of the archive.

In an instant, the raging wind froze in mid-air as if the old man had pressed a timer, and then slowly materialized at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You... You're not from the Department of Security!" The archivist's glasses fell to the ground, their lenses shattered, and his expression became extremely stunned, as if he had seen a ghost.

Before the poor librarian could press the red alarm button next to the lock, a net of wind behind the intruder, pretending to be a security officer, had already swept in and enveloped him. Then something strange happened, and the librarian slowly floated up, and an almost white field of wind was formed under his feet, which he knew was the purest wind element by virtue of his status as an archivist.

"Who the hell are you?" the librarian felt his breath hard, his heart pumping blood violently, pumping the only oxygen from his lungs throughout his body, and he felt his head bulge as if it were about to burst. He couldn't hear anything, as if he was deaf, and the air in the field woven by the wind net was quickly withdrawn and turned into a vacuum.

The strong wind blew away the standard flat hat on the intruder's head, and through the dim street lamp in the distance, you could roughly see that it was a face about twenty years old, soft and handsome, with long waterfall-like hair scattered in the wind, if it weren't for the Adam's apple around the neck, some people might mistake it for a tall girl.

And this was the last scene the librarian saw before he fell unconscious due to lack of oxygen.

The intruder waved his hand slightly to the flower bed on the left, and the body of the sweptly dead librarian smashed into the blooming marigold bushes like sandbags, and the scattered yellow petals buried him in between.

The intruder picked up the briefcase that had fallen on the ground, but although it looked like it was just a luxury item that could be bought in the store, the inner lining turned out to be a black high-strength metal, and the delicate titanium steel combination lock had not had time to be locked, and a bunch of keys were lying quietly inside.

With a click, the door to the archives was closed from the inside, and then a drizzle fell, and the wind and water covered all traces as if nothing had happened from the outside.

"Da Da", there was only a faint sound of leather shoes in the empty and quiet archives, and the pale blue light wandered through the dark corridors like ghosts, which were the phosphorescent lamps held by the intruders.

"Secrets of the Academy's history, alumni files, mysterious creature reports..."The faint phosphorescent glow in the intruder's hand lingered on each of the same locked door signs, reading the black letters.

"It's all mess. There was some impatience in the intruder's voice, and his eyes were a little sour from the trivial and numerous categories of archives, especially when he concentrated in the dark for a long time.

A few minutes later, the intruder had searched the entire three-story archive, of course, only at a cursory glance at the classification of the different archives, and he didn't seem to get the results he wanted. It's just that when he went downstairs, he had a steaming cup of coffee in his hand, and he didn't know where to get it.

"Is the information inaccurate?" said the intruder, taking a sip of hot coffee and an expression of enjoyment, as two cyclones pushed him off the ground, up and down.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration took him to a giant sculpture in the lobby on the first floor, a large book carved out of white marble, in the middle of the archives, facing the radial corridor that was located at the intersection of all the entrance extensions.

The intruder circled around the colossus, then stopped in front of the sculpture that had turned the pages, and slowly approached the stone statue with the phosphorescent lamp in his hand, a faint blue light wandering over the cold stone pages, and a line of text leaped into view.

"King Arthur, who sleeps here, I have sealed your soul in stone, and the moment you wake up, the sacred sword in the stone will await you on the Iron Throne. ”

"The story of King Arthur and the sword in the stone?" muttered the intruder, who had only read the first few lines and was not in the mood to continue reading, slowly placing his palm on the stone statue, "I want to see if you have a sword in the stone." ”

Five pale white air currents crawled over the sunken text like five small snakes, spreading to the surface of the entire Colossus, constantly changing shape, and the Colossus resonated with the humming of the wind.

After a few seconds, the currents disappeared, and the multi-ton colossus fell silent.

"Sure enough, I guessed it!" the intruder's voice was tinged with excitement, "There is no gap that air can't reach, and even if you hide in the depths of the earth, I can find you in the rushing magma." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the intruder withdrew his gloved palm, but the colossus trembled on its own, as if it were indeed sealed with the legendary Sword of Stone, and it was savagely ramming into the seal.

With a loud bang, the rubble flew, and the entire stone statue shattered from the middle part, but it was not some sword that broke through the shackles, but a pale white air flow that rose into the sky.

As the intruder had expected, the book statue was nothing more than a façade, and a warm yellow light spilled out from under the Colossus, and there was a basement underneath, and the Colossus was nothing more than the entrance to the basement, and the granite staircase stretched from the broken Colossus to the bottom.

The figure of the intruder flashed and entered the basement, where the cup of uncooled coffee was still on the ground at the entrance.

Almost as soon as the statue exploded, a yellow signal light on the top of the archive flashed silently, although the loud noise inside the archive was barely audible due to the excellent sound insulation.

Seeing this, a man in a black night suit who had been waiting here immediately put on black tactical goggles, turned on the communication device he had put on in advance, and kept chewing gum in his mouth, it seemed that he had known that this was going to happen.

"Teacher Anglo, I'm Andrey, and the prey has entered the net. ”

The rain trickled down André's leather nightwalk and goggles, and his blue hair was neatly combed back with a headband. Andre was half-crouched on the ground, a black box in his hand bathed in the wind and rain with him, like a ninja who was not frightened, and like an agent on standby.

Gradually, the rain began to escalate from light to moderate, and the lead-gray clouds over the Imperial Military Academy were crowded and thickened, and the arc of electricity dancing under the clouds was a harbinger of the beginning of the storm.

At the foot of Arthur's Throne, a wrist-thick aspen was cut off at the waist, and a black knife flashed.

Li Shiyi landed steadily from the top of the concrete retaining wall built against the mountain, his body was still dry due to the dense forest in the mountain road, and he was not completely wet by the rain.

Li Shiyi did not choose to go down the mountain by the same path as Al, because it would be too wasteful of time, and there was a dirt road on the side slope of Arthur's Throne facing the direction of the B-department teaching area, which was rarely known to others, and this road could reach the B-department teaching area in the shortest possible time.

Li Shiyi didn't stay long, he glanced at the flickering yellow signal light on the top of the archive, and felt a little uneasy in his heart, something must have happened, although he still didn't know what was going on there, but all kinds of abnormal signs were not so simple in Li Shiyi's opinion.

In order to prevent his clothes from being soaked by the rain, Li Shiyi walked between the teaching buildings by sticking to the corners, and rushed from the outermost part of the teaching area of Department B to the center. A thick white mist rising from the mountainside of Arthur's Seat stretched across the top of the trees, spreading towards the foot of the mountain, and in a short time swallowed the back of Li Shiyi's hurried away.

André fiddled with the silver-gray object he had taken out of the box with great interest, a gun, a pneumatic sniper rifle to be exact, named by the Master Anglo himself. Due to the extreme scarcity of metal materials to make this weapon, and the process is extremely complex, it cannot be mass-produced, and there are only a dozen of them in the entire Josephs Empire, most of which are in the hands of the royal family.

In recognition of the outstanding contribution made by the Anglo Master in the process of cooperating with the Imperial Ordnance Department in the development of this new weapon, Queen Catherine authorized the Armed Forces Department of the Imperial Military Academy to keep one, but the ammunition was limited, only ten rounds.

And what André is holding now is the one that the queen has personally granted to the academy.

"Although it's not as good as what I've played on Luban Island before, it's okay anyway. Andrei expertly disassembled the bolt, observing the inner workings, nodding in satisfaction and shaking his head in disappointment.

Andre casually opened a piece of tin foil and threw the chewing gum inside into his mouth, watermelon-flavored.

But in the next second, Andre's mouth chewing gum closed instantly, allowing the rain to flow freely on his cheeks, but Andrei's eyes remained on the signal light beside him, where the color of the light turned from yellow to red.

Andrei hurriedly turned on the communication device, looking nervous, "Oh no, Anglo-sensei, there's a second intruder!"