On October 4, the summer break ended.

Jialan College is back to its usual hustle and bustle, and Bignius is starting to build momentum for the much-anticipated "massively multiplayer online dungeon", which is buzzing around campus.

William walked to his office as usual, feeling very comfortable.

The students' chattering and discussion are like a thousand more billed parrots, but they merge into perfect white noise. He reined in his perception and immersed himself in the noise, occasionally responding to greetings from passing students......

It feels like the air in early autumn is a little warm.

How long has it been since he's seen a vibrant campus like this? I'm afraid that the previous president and the previous president had never seen a similar situation.

It's only been a few months? Five months? Six months? In short, in no more than half a year, the college has quietly undergone earth-shaking changes, but these students have been in it and have not yet experienced any profound experience.

Although there was still a gap between the nobles and the knight cadets, it often appeared during the awkward period when they had finished discussing with great interest, rather than being written on their faces as before.

He liked the change and felt a little younger than himself.

People always have a lot of insights after things have happened naturally, and William calmed down and thought about it at this time, and found that the culprit of the previous predicament was actually the academy itself...... If Mu Yan hadn't intervened, I don't know how long it would have been before they realized the root of the problem.

What exactly does one's nobility bring? The answer is actually a psychological suggestion.

Saying that he is noble and has how much blood flows, these are all nonsense. Those aristocrats flaunt their own ancient heritage, extraordinary wealth, ancient surnames, family crests with great origins, and so on, which have physical and iconic things.

It is precisely because of these external packaging that they can hold their heads high and show self-confidence, which forms an aristocratic demeanor that can be seen at a glance - just as the first thing people see when they interact with people is appearance, this kind of external thing is the most objective and direct.

Before the academy decided to expand its enrollment, these outward signs were possessed by any nobleman. There have been few wars in the more than 700 years since the founding of Jialan, and as long as the aristocratic family does not die, it will generally not break the inheritance, and anyone can talk about the seemingly long century-old family tree.

After the expansion of the enrollment, problems followed.

There are two sides to everything, although the expansion of enrollment has provided high-quality education for many poor children, but when ten times their own number of civilians poured in, this group of guys who usually don't feel much of their nobility suddenly became "rare things" Theoretically, they should be isolated and feel out of place, but because of the inferiority and awe in the bones of the knight cadets, they were praised instead.

As Professor Dawn said in his first lesson, the nobility and pride of the nobles came from the pursuit of the knight cadets, and this bitter fruit was precisely their own making.

Those who despise themselves are despised by others, probably this is the truth.

The school is not aware of this at all, but is using discipline to restrain the behavior of both sides, which makes the conflict intensified, and after it cannot be put on the stage, it will hide within the students, like a hidden disease, which is even more difficult to eradicate.

Mu Yan is aware of this, so he will let the nobles and commoners have a common language through a series of operations, and from then on, nothing is "exclusive" and "exclusive" for the nobles, used to flaunt their identity, and the students' attention is shifted from the dress, the emblem on the chest, the title, and the family inheritance, and instead focuses on the story of "A Song of Frost and Fire", the news of "Bignius", and who is on the list today...... on these contents.

He is downplaying the original "iconic" embodiment.

New trends have invisibly narrowed the distance between the two, and the atmosphere of information discussion is established by the majority, so if the aristocracy is still stubbornly self-contained, then they will be "passively" isolated. In this case, the original atmosphere will naturally slowly disintegrate, and a new atmosphere and circle will be formed.

There may be bullying and hegemony in the new circle, but in the end it is only a minority, and no matter how bad it is, it is better than the original atmosphere of the academy.

When the self-purifying spring slowly grows, the mire will eventually clear one day.

……

In the drunken sunshine, William arrived at the principal's office, and as soon as he arrived, his assistant handed him a letter.

"Who sent it?"

"Moonstream Manor, sir."

Moon Creek Manor?

William was slightly stunned, he remembered that the only daughter of his old friend Lamar Carter who lived there, Shireen, as the only two truth-based families in the parliamentary family, he had promised his old friend to take care of his daughter, what happened?

He hurriedly opened the envelope, and after a few glances, his brow furrowed slightly.

"Help me open the No. 4 teleportation array, I'm going out."

"Yes."

The door to Teleportation Room 4 opened, white light flashed, and William's figure vanished.

At the same time, the young assistant, who had been keeping his head down just now, suddenly fell to the ground with a thud, his eyes wide open, revealing a pair of water-blue eyes without whites, but his body gradually stiffened and lost his temperature.

……

Halfway through the teleportation, William sensed something was wrong.

The No. 4 teleportation array is from the academy to the Seinsa Manor, but it spans most of Fa Lan City, and it can be over in 5 seconds at most, but his weightlessness has lasted for half a minute, how far is this teleportation?

Suddenly, the weightlessness vanished, and his feet touched the ground again.

At the same time, the mage's perception flowed out like water, but it shrank back in an instant.

It was as if his perception had been burned by something.

When I opened my eyes, I was surrounded by flickering candles, and I heard the sound of children's singing, ethereal, but I couldn't find the source.

A man in a white robe stood with his back to him, his hands outstretched, as if to embrace something.

This back also looks a little familiar.

"Sir?"

He tried to scream, and the sound reverberated back and forth in the empty hall.

This familiar structure reminds William of the church of the Elemental Tower, where the Pope's words echo through the church every time he preaches, as if they are beating in the depths of his heart.

He suddenly shuddered, and he had a bottom on the identity of the person in front of him.

"Oh, Master William, what a coincidence, we meet again."

The man smiled and turned around, who else but Pope Paul?

"Your Excellency, ......Pope," William said lightly, his face unchanged, "If you want to talk to me about the past, just invite me directly, why are you so mysterious." ”

As he spoke, he let out his senses again as he began to mobilize the elements around him.

He confirmed that he had left Fa Lan City, and without the shackles of the enchantment above his head, he could communicate with the magic web more than twice as fast.

The Pope didn't seem to pay any attention to his little gestures, didn't answer, just stood with his hands tied, as if waiting for something interesting to happen.

Soon, what he was expecting happened.

William's cautiously dispersed perception was like falling into a swamp, and although he didn't touch the previous heat, he couldn't move forward even half a step, not even completely spread out in this church. However, when he tried to retract his perception, he found that the mire had suddenly frozen, locking his perception inside.

At the same time, the mire began to heat up, and soon it was beyond his tolerance, because the intense corrosive and burning sensation was amplified a hundredfold due to the direct action on the perception, and the pain continued to flow along the perception line.

He could communicate with the net, but he had to be distracted by the pain and couldn't use any spells.

The pain made his perception more and more sensitive, and the ethereal singing of the children in his ears was amplified again and again, the original song was like a gurgling stream, sweeping away his soul, but now it was like a hundred-meter-high waterfall, catharsis down, fiercely washing over his soul.

The Pope slowly stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and pressed it against William's forehead, although the latter resisted vigorously, mobilizing all his strength and spirit, but only slightly rubbed his forehead.

His body began to get out of control.

"God says, 'Whoever slanders me, if he repents, will be forgiven.'

"God says, Whoever blaspheme, if stubborn, will return to the elements.

"God says, Whoever returns to the elements will be redeemed by me."

The Pope said softly, although he had lost most of his divine power, he was able to easily subdue William with the help of this church's magic circle.

A steady stream of milky white divine power seeped out of the air, and the entire church was filled with a white mist, and William's consciousness gradually blurred, and all the memories of the past were stirred, swirling and entangled in the depths of his mind...... The speed is getting faster and faster, gradually rising, swaying into a tornado, and the memories are stripped and forgotten in the high-speed rotation, and finally frozen on a face.

Janssen ......

It was Janssen's quiet sleeping position, and the corners of the young man's face were slightly hooked, as if he had a sweet dream.

William reached out in desperation, trying to grasp the last image, but it was swept away by the wind and torn apart......

No...... No......

William's eyes gradually lost their gleam, his gaze became glazed, and his body stopped struggling.

The hymn recited by the Pope came to the last measure, and the white air around him was also extremely thick.

Just as he was about to stop, an abrupt purple light suddenly appeared, breaking through the dense white gas, as if tearing a hole in the whole world.

Two short swords, one black and one white, pierced the Pope's neck and heart, respectively.

Both the chanting and the singing came to an abrupt end, and after a few seconds, he fell to the ground with a tilt of his body.