While eating breakfast at the hotel, Arthur noticed a familiar figure, and soon his companions spotted the tall guy standing in the corner, wearing a gray and white cloak and hood covering his face. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Salina looked at everyone's eyes and looked over, and soon she turned her gaze back and whispered to her companion about the origin of this person, and after seeing Arthur's eyes of agreement, Witt briefly told Salina about their time in Se'an, including the previous Paradise Bangor, and the Moby Dick Chamber of Commerce, Salina couldn't help but marvel that these companions who were obviously children had such a complicated and thrilling experience.

Because Salina, Arthur hesitated when the tall guy rolled his eyes and left, but Salina immediately stood up and followed, and everyone looked at each other and quickly followed.

As he walked, Arthur said to Salina, "It's actually us, no, it's actually mine." ”

"Do you distinguish you from Witt and Nayin?" Salina, still looking at the tall figure in front of her, said lightly, "Do you still want to distinguish between you and me?"

Arthur raised the corners of his mouth and looked back.

Turning a few streets and alleys, just as Arthur expected, waiting for them at the end of the road was Mr. G with a calculating smile.

The first to feel it was the old man with purple light.

Although he never left the tower in a real sense, and Saginko Kneeniv never stepped into the tower, because of their past, the old man Ziguang and Saginko Kneniv are very close friends, the old man Ziguang knows Sarginko Kneeniv's past, and Sarginko Kneniv also knows the background of the old man Ziguang and her real name.

Because of the deep friendship, when he sensed that Saginko Kneniv was about to die, the lilac eyes of the old man with purple light moistened.

No matter how powerful Saginko Kneniv is, Old Man Ziguang knows that between his own life and Hawkins's life, his friend will inevitably choose to let Hawkins live.

After class, Hawkins went to the dean's office, intending to ask the dean to reduce the number of classes so that he could focus more on the magic research he was currently underway in preparation for the new book.

With a staff in one hand and a heavy textbook in the other, he walked through the dome corridor supported by pure white marble columns, which were twenty meters wide and nearly fifty meters high, thinking about how to explain the application to the dean. He knew that the dean always wanted him to keep time in class and spend as much time as possible with the students. But Hawkins didn't want to delay his research, and although he had squeezed his breaks as much as he could, the progress was much behind his expectations.

"In addition to me, there are many excellent tutors in the academy who are older than me, have more teaching experience than me, and most importantly, ...... They have more time than I do. ”

Just as Hawkins said the last words in his heart, he suddenly saw a person lying in front of him, blood red spreading.

Hawkins panicked because of his familiar robes, dropped his textbook and ran over, only to see the old dean, Saginko Kneneiv, lying in a pool of blood and dying.

"Dean?"

Hawkins didn't believe what he saw.

"No...... How is this possible!?Who!?Why!?How is this possible!?How is this possible!??How is this possible!??

Hawkins shook the old dean's hand, he had never been so flustered in his life.

Despite the red stain of his snow-white beard and the tearing pain of his wounds, Saginko Kneniv did not feel pain. He still had a kind smile on his pale face, and he thanked Heaven for the last moments of his life when he could see the most important person in his life, the best being in his life.

"Don't be sad, Phil, it's my fate. ”

"You can't be! You're Saginko Kneneiv! You can't have such a ridiculous fate!"

The old dean could feel the rapid loss of strength, but his smile widened.

"None of us will know what we will face until the day of our destiny. I never thought I'd be a teacher, a dean, a ...... Father, Phil, my child, I want you to know that you are not ...... Lonely ......"

"Dean, wait! I'm going to find someone to help me now! Don't die! You can't die! You can't die!"

For the first time, Hawkins shouted with all his strength, but the corridor where teachers usually walked was empty at the moment, and just when Hawkins wanted to go to the academy doctor, he felt something, and the old dean's hand in his hand slowly slipped and fell to the ground, Sarginko Knenev closed his eyes forever, and the gentle and kind smile froze at this moment, and the warm yellow star decoration on the mage's hat dimmed at the same time.

Hawkins didn't believe what he saw was happening.

He thought it might be a nightmare, or maybe some student or teacher had magically played a prank to avenge his meanness and harshness.

"Dean, Dean, you can't do this, you know that your age is no longer suitable for joking, I've told you many times, Dean, you open your eyes, Dean, you promised me last time that you wouldn't scare me again!

Just as Hawkins shouted and shoved Sarkinko Kneniv's body, a black shadow suddenly burst out, and the sharp Hidden Blade with a silver light stabbed straight into Phil Hawkins' throat.

Almost at the same time, another slightly smaller black shadow rushed quickly, the sword light followed, and a second before the blade of the Hidden Blade was about to stab Hawkins, the silver light longsword decorated with dragon's eye stone blocked the stabbing blade, and the clear sound of metal colliding interrupted Hawkins's shout. He looked almost stunned to see a dark-haired boy with a sword in front of him, and the attacking enemy he blocked with his long sword was dressed in tight black and wearing a smiling mask on his face, which was the Assassin's attire belonging to the Eagle's Nest.

"What the hell is this...... What's going on......" Hawkins muttered subconsciously, he noticed that the black-haired boy seemed to be somewhat familiar, and when he turned his face and looked at himself, Hawkins immediately remembered that it was the dark-haired boy he had met by chance during his lunch break some time ago!

"You! it's you!" Hawkins shouted again, thinking Arthur knew something, and reached out to grab Arthur, but by this time the Assassin had already begun to attack, Arthur raised his sword to resist, and Hawkins grabbed the air.

Arthur didn't just want to fend off the Assassin's attack, if he could, he would prefer to dominate the enemy, but he found that the Assassin didn't seem to care about his attack, and he was even willing to exchange his injuries for the opportunity to attack Hawkins.

The Assassins were surprised that Arthur was able to detect the enemy's intentions and make adjustments in such a short period of time, and soon began to attack Arthur in earnest.