Seeing that her palm was still unable to break through the transparent magic barrier between her and Flammel, Fania simply took two steps back. At the same time, her eyes suddenly became narrow, turning into golden pupils with a slender black line in the middle, and shiny diamond-shaped scales gradually appeared on her cheeks and arms, as if she was about to restore the true body of the demonic beast.

"Get out of the way, or don't blame me for being rude!" Fania warned Flamel in a cold voice. Don't look at Fanya being subject to the latter at this time, but in fact, the strength of the two sides is not much different, if she starts a fire, the old dean may not be able to stop her.

Flamme didn't seem to take her warning to heart, and just glanced at Fania before continuing to confront Solas in an ethereal, peculiar voice, "Soras, my friend, the wise man of Morrowind! What is it that blinds you and makes you act so irrationally?"

When Solas heard the voice, his expression became dull and dazed, and a black electric spark flashed in his pupils, and then his consciousness returned to clarity.

"Old Dean, I ......" is a knowledgeable magister, and Solas is also aware of the strangeness in his body. Otherwise, he would definitely not have been provoked by a child, nor would he have made arbitrary decisions based on mere appearances.

"What the hell is going on, tell me everything suspicious!" Flamel put away his wand, and gave up on holding off Fenia completely. He nodded to the dumbfounded referee on the sidelines, then pulled Solas to the sidelines.

When Fanya saw that the other party was ignoring her like this, she was furious. However, when she was about to have a seizure, she received a mandatory order from Luo Ning and gave up her plan to attack.

"Don't worry!" Luo Ning stopped her, "The old dean won't show up for no reason! Let's finish the trial first!"

"Be quiet, be quiet!" the referee used the power of magic to raise his voice, which made everyone on the sidelines quiet.

"The trial continues!

As soon as he finished speaking, a tall figure appeared on the sidelines. When Luo Ning saw someone coming, he covered his head and face helplessly: "Alas, sooner or later, it's a knife, come on, it's a big deal, just take the initiative to admit it!"

After hearing this, Fanya chuckled and said, "Master, you... Do you really want to throw in the towel?"

"What else can you do if you don't admit defeat, can you do it to her?"

"Of course I can do it, but I also know that if I hurt her, you will definitely hate me and punish me!" Fanya lowered her voice and sighed aggrievedly at the end.

Opposite the master and servant, Karen stood two or three meters away from the two, took their expressions into her eyes, covered her mouth and chuckled: "Just now, I was full of spirit against the dean, why is it wilting now?"

Luo Ning still can't do it to the person he likes after all. He scolded the mysterious person who arranged Karen's appearance seventeen or eighteen times in his heart, and then squeezed out a wry smile: "Karen, surrender and lose half, is it okay?"

Karen was stunned for a second, then understood Luo Ning's intentions, and felt a burst of sweetness in her heart. She rolled her eyes, then nodded: "Good idea, it's decided! I won't lose all today!"

"What?" said Luo Ning's master and servant, confused. But there's still more to come. I saw Karen turn to the referee, throw away the wand in her hand, and announced lightly: "Referee, I admit defeat!"

At this moment, from the referee to the audience, the audience was in an uproar!

"W-what?" the referee was dumbfounded for the second time. He didn't pay any attention to the loud crowd anymore, and only after a dozen seconds did he say, "That, that, I see!

Karen walked up to Ronin against the discussion of hundreds of people, stretched out her hand and shook it in front of her eyes: "Hey, are you stupid? Why are you not moving?"

Luo Ning grabbed Jiang Na's soft palm: "What are you doing here? Why did you admit defeat?"

"I'm afraid you'll be embarrassed!" Karen said with a blushing face, "And don't forget, even if your demon pet turns into a human form, it is not something that ordinary teachers can deal with! Although Dean Solas is a low-key person, in Morrowind Academy, his magic cultivation is only below the old dean and vice dean Murray. I'm not stupid, why don't I have anything to do?"

Luo Ning was grateful for her thoughtfulness, but felt that his heart had finally paid off. He was excited for a while, and he also held Karen with his other hand, only to feel that his heart was warm and comfortable.

Soon after, the newly built Mage Tower was topped. A magical enchantment is arranged around the small but bright room, and there are only two people in it, Flamel and Soras.

Solas covered his forehead, the tip of his brow twisted into a mess, as if he was struggling to remember something. It took a while for him to say, "The first thing I felt was wrong was when the church suddenly visited Morrowind a month and a half ago. In addition to High Priest Scott, there was also a Templar with purple eyes! That's definitely a powerful magic swordsman!"

"Purple eyes?" Flamel muttered for a moment, then said slowly, "The Bruggs in the western part of the Southern Cross, the Chat people in the northern part of the Zulunar steppe, and the Rabins on a small island in the Endless Sea, all three races have purple eyes. But the magic is thin on the savannah, and the endless sea is thousands of miles away...... Is there a dark red eye pattern painted on that strange man's head?"

"How do you know?" said Solaski, "Aren't you being treated at Dean Winnie's?"

Flamel smiled bitterly: "That's really the case! It's all my fault, I should have received them personally at that time! In this case, you won't be plotted by them!"

Soras's face was slightly cold, and then he calmed down: "Old Dean, you said that I fell for their plot?"

"That's right, that purple-eyed demon swordsman is a Brugg man who is proficient in special illusions. There is a special illusion that targets the power of the soul among the Bruggers. It is not easy for ordinary people to be tricked, but if it is against those who practice soul magic, it will have the effect of getting twice the result with half the effort. They're afraid they came to the academy at this time because I was healing, and they wanted to set up a dark chess move!

A layer of cold sweat oozed from the corners of Solas's forehead, and he sighed in a low voice, "I, I wrote Wendy's matter in a letter, and I plan to send it to the church tomorrow!"

Flamel closed his eyes and pondered, and after a while he spoke: "What a poisonous ploy! If you send a letter, you will lose the evidence, and if you leave a letter, you can't use it as proof! In this way, whether this letter is sent or not, we will not be able to come up with evidence to prove that this is a conspiracy of the church!"

(End of chapter)