"Ah, what a wonderful morning," Lecter yawned and began his activity in the space of consciousness, feeling the first rays of light of the new day.

In the past three days, Lecter's mood can be described as extremely happy, and an unprecedented sense of satisfaction has enveloped him, how to say, it is necessary to use that sentence - 36,000 pores are like eating ginseng fruit, and there is not a single pore that is not happy!

Even Murphy still gets up early and is greedy for darkness, wantonly squeezing him, a tenant, to sleep time, which he deliberately ignores.

The biggest news in Sheen City these days is, of course, the giant red creatures that appear in the sky above the Academy of Magic.

Magical creatures stood above the heads of the academy's faculty and students, brazenly announcing their existence. This is definitely the first time in the 600-year history of the Academy of Magic. What's more, this magical creature is an evil dragon that does all kinds of evil.

Thanks to the looks and deeds of Lecter's dragon sons and grandchildren, as well as the Holy See's unremitting publicity of dragon slaying achievements.

Dragons, this ancient and noble race, is a stinky street.

Well, for the ignorant citizens, Lecter chose to forgive, who called his cubs not inherited their excellent appearance genes, the world will always look at faces.

After the initial panic, the people quickly settled down after being in a state of peace for many years.

When they learned from the Knights of the City Administrator that the curiosity of human nature was born of the slightest threat to its large body, they were driven to find out.

Now early every morning, there is a long queue of onlookers at the entrance of the academy, in order not to disturb the normal order of learning, the academy has to reluctantly implement the ticket system, which makes the gray sage's pocket bulge a lot, and also makes his ice face melt when he faces Murphy.

Hubbard didn't bother Murphy at all now, of course, because of the strange magic Murphy unleashed. It's not because of its powerful sound and light effects, but because they, the sixth-graders who are about to graduate, have to stay at the door to sell tickets for the past few days, which is called extracurricular practice.

Murphy trotted from the Mage Tower to the Academy, gathering countless curious and strange glances along the way. His story of a waste of firewood, which had no magical qualifications and failed for three years in a row, has now begun to transform into a hard-working, non-resounding, and shocking youth inspirational story.

Looking at the neatly lined up citizens on the street at the entrance of the academy, Lecter was once again filled with satisfaction, and he smiled proudly: "It's still my Royal Highness the Red Dragon who is attractive - but the quality of these citizens is really high, and none of them cut in line." ”

"It's not ......" Before Murphy could explain, some enthusiastic citizens at the scene demonstrated the consequences of cutting the queue for Lecter.

The obscene-looking middle-aged uncle was caught by the disciplinary law enforcement team headed by Harbert, and he couldn't help but say that he was beaten badly, and then Harbert took out the special seal of the law enforcement pair and stamped it on the middle-aged uncle's face.

The three big red characters of "queue cutter" make the middle-aged uncle even more obscene.

"That's the consequence of cutting in line, that seal is a kind of face-writing magic that will not disappear in three days," Vera walked up from behind Murphy and gave Murphy a dose of magic knowledge.

"Congratulations, Murphy, on finally becoming an official apprentice in magic." Looking at Murphy's naturally outstretched hand, Vera was not polite, put the thick stack of books in his hand into his hand, and continued: "You have done us a miserable loss, because of your limelight, now we third-year students have to write two papers on dragons and illusion magic, which are 100,000 words. These are all the materials I have found in the past three days. ”

"Then you can ask me directly, I'm pretty good at it," Murphy said, gesturing at the dragon suspended in the air.

"However, let me keep it a secret for the time being, and I will explain all this at today's hearing."

"I'm definitely going to sit in on it, and I've heard that even the mayor is going to be there for this hearing." Vera said with a smile.

Regarding hearings, there will generally be hearings when the House of Magic researches new results, or some major emergencies. It needs to be initiated by one of the Seven Sages of the Apocalypse, and by setting a level of secrecy, it restricts the number of people who participate.

Originally, this incident, the Grey Sage set it as S-level secrecy permission, that is, absolute secrecy, and only high-level members of the Magic House could participate. However, at the strong suggestion of the Sage in Cardinal, this hearing was changed to a C level, and all citizens of Sheen were able to participate in the hearing.

This is due to Murphy's long conversation with the Sage in Cardinal, who revealed part of Lecter's plan to the Sage in Cardinal, and after seeing the true power of the Demon Brain, the Sage in Red was successfully lured into the gang.

Murphy sent Vera to the classroom, looked at the time, and decided to go to the hearing site to set up first, today is the most important part, and it must be an instant hit.

Although the new students have already enrolled, they are led by Kaku-sensei to begin the study of basic magic. However, Murphy, an outlier among the freshmen, is obviously not among them, first the shocking appearance of the Red Dragon I, and the impact of the identity of the sage's disciple. After the school's research decision and special approval, he did not have to attend classes, but only needed to hand in his papers and pass the exam at the end of the semester.

This is also what Lecter instigated Murphy to apply. You must know that even if you throw away the endless life span of the red dragon, your past and present lives will be thirty or forty years old. Sitting in class with a bunch of kids is too cheap.

The hearing hall is located on the third floor of the college's central tower, next to the rector's office of the Gray Sage.

The hall was temporarily released with expansion magic, and from the outside, more than a thousand seats were neatly arranged in the room, which could only accommodate a few dozen people.

Lecter pouted, and secretly said that the sage in gray is too petty, what can this person do, I, Lecter, held a press conference, how can it be the level of the Bird's Nest watched by 10,000 people.

Looking at the murderous gaze of the gray-clothed sage on the side, Murphy wisely closed his mouth and rolled his eyes at His Royal Highness the Red Dragon in the consciousness space, long live understanding.

"Forget it, don't meet you ordinary people who have never seen the world - that magic lamp is dotted to the right," Lecter danced in the space of consciousness as he instructed Murphy to work.

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"It seems that the distribution of leaflets is not bad, the temptation to add five points to the graduation score is still quite big, this group of enthusiastic sixth graders, it only took half a morning, to bring in these 1,300 people," before the hearing was about to begin, the audience was already full, and those who came a little late could only squat in the aisle, which Lecter was very satisfied with.

"If you don't want to do it, if you don't have enough people, then the quality of the products will be made."

The sage in gray sat in the first row, looking at Murphy's arrangement expressionlessly throughout the whole process, but he was also full of curiosity about the so-called press conference that Murphy had made.

The red-clothed sage sitting next to him was full of entanglement, and the folds on his face were almost squeezed together, forming a bun that was about to be exposed. In the opinion of Lecter, an old Chinese medicine doctor, it should be an Internet addict.

"It's time to learn the magic of thunder," Lecter muttered quietly.

"Ahem, it's almost time......" Murphy cleared his throat, reading the opening line that Lecter had written, when the new audience member interrupted him inappropriately.

"I'm busy with official business, so I'm a little late." The man was in his thirties, with a lean mustache on his chin, and he wore a splendid aristocratic military uniform, with a medallion on his chest and a jewel-encrusted sword at his waist.

He held the hilt of his saber in one hand and raised it with the other, smiling and waving to the people in the hall.

"This thing has a lightning rod on its head." Lecter complained as he looked at the man's head covered with gems and a long "antenna" helmet fastened.

"This is the mayor, the manager of Sheen City, see those medals on his chest, they are all battle medals." Murphy explained to Lecter.

"Why don't you sit here, Lord Mayor," the gray-clothed sage pointed to the vacant seat beside him, signaling to the mayor who had already waved his hand sore.

You can't let the dignified mayor squat in the aisle, as for the Potions professor who was originally sitting here, he can only be wronged first.

"I made a mistake and forgot to leave a place for him, I hope he won't give me little shoes to wear." Lecter was a little annoyed by his otaku attributes.

"Today's press conference has officially begun," Murphy saw that the mayor had taken his seat, and with a wave of his hand, a white curtain was unfolded behind him, and directly above the curtain, a banner was slowly unfurled:

"Red Dragon Technology 3215 New Product Launch Conference"