Roshik followed Rektaran into the cabin in the middle of the park, snapping his fingers as he pushed the door open and entered the room.

In an instant, the fog lifted, and the magical chains of the people who had been tricked in the park were lifted, and they were now free again.

A middle-aged man in his fifties walked out of the hut, his face was a little gloomy, he didn't look at Rektaran and Roshik, but walked a few meters outside the house, waved at the few people in the park who were still at a loss, and motioned for them to hurry back.

Then, without saying a word, he walked back to the cabin and found his seat and sat down.

Now, in the small wooden house in the center of the park, there are five people sitting around a table.

Except for Ryktaran and Roshik, who just came in.

There were three men waiting in the room, all members of the Council for the Pope, which had eight members in total, and three men and one woman came to this cabin.

Among the three, a middle-aged man in his fifties who had just entered and exited the room with a gloomy face was Wally Sartre, the head of the Deleosa Academy and the one who oversaw the Knights of Discipline for the Pope.

Beside him sat a man with his hair trimmed and well-dressed, a bit of a playboy who was the chief manager of the finances of the Papal Domain, and his name was Fett Claren.

The third was a very young-looking woman, with blond hair and emerald eyes, and a straight chest and hips. Dressed in a nun's garment, she is said to be a traveling nun who only returned to College City this summer, but she does not know what worldly affairs she is managing for the Pope. Although she looks very young, she likes to be called Grandma Ephemia. There is private speculation about whether she will be the mistress of the current pope, but no one dares to determine whether it is true or not.

"Rektaran-kun, look at what you old Wally, I don't think he can eat tonight." Fett said, smiling and patting Wally's shoulder.

"Fett, your hands are so fond of maneuvering, I don't know how much gold you secretly took behind your back."

"No, absolutely not, don't wronged me." Fett waved his hand. "I'm planning to play a lot for His Holiness the Potentia."

"In other words, Ryktaran Jun ignored his stinky face and fought with you for this year's land use rights to no avail, and the bet was lost again." Fett shrugged his shoulders. "He still has to obediently let you pick the fat and thin first, then I can't wait to eat your heart raw and write it on his face."

"Looking for a fight!" Old Wally crooked his nose angrily, he just wanted to slap the nasty Feterian and the nasty little imp Rektaran with his nose crooked.

"Quietly, the two of you can go and settle the grievances in private, but for now, please deal with the business first." Ephemia knocked the table, and she turned to Ryktaran and said, "Little Ryker, did you bring something?"

Rektaran, who had been smiling and not speaking, raised his hand, and Rosick, who was sitting next to him, took out a paper roll with a colored ribbon from his arms and stuffed it into Rektaran's hand.

Rektaran untied the ribbon and handed the piece of paper to Efiumia.

"Efiumia, here's the license agreement."

Efiumia took the piece of paper, and she pulled a small seal from between her striking breasts, the private seal of the current Pope, and stamped it on it. She then passed it to Fett, who also took out the seal of the Treasurer of the Holy See, stamped a stamp on the paper, and returned it to Rektaran.

After that, Fett turned his head to Wally, who was beside him, and said, "Old Wally, don't be angry with the young man. Seriously, three times as many students in your academy can't stop them, so you're willing to gamble and lose. ”

Wally Sartre snorted coldly and said no more.

After taking back the agreement, Ryktaran and Roshik bowed goodbye to the three people in the room one by one, and the two of them were about to walk out of the room, but Ephimia suddenly spoke.

"Little Lake, you're good at astral spells, if you have the chance, I'll guide you personally."

Ryktaran was a little surprised: "Oh? Is Mama Ephemia a master of astral magic? ”

Efimia smiled, and she said, "It's just average, but a little more magical experience than you." ”

"That's what I couldn't ask for."

The two of them then left the hut side by side, and after walking for a few minutes, and after a considerable distance from the hut, Rohik began to show his indignation: "Well, that old ghost's stinky face really makes me unhappy. ”

"Then, why don't you dare to attack on the spot?" Rektaran was calm.

"I'm a nobleman. Although his family is not very good now, he is also a gentleman who abides by aristocratic cultivation and is a gentleman who is popular with his sisters. By the way, you're not angry at all. Rohik stomped the lawn.

Rektaran pushed his eyes, and he said, "There is no need for the winner to be angry with the loser. Since we won the bet, it didn't matter to me how angry Head Wally was. ”

"You'd love it. In other words, you have been fighting so fiercely for turf with the Deleosa Academy this year, and you have even made trouble in front of the old man of the Pope, which is not your style. ”

Rektaran smiled, "What's my style?" ”

Roshik looked down and said with a little seriousness: "Humility? No, it's restrained. You didn't show any joy or relaxation after you had finished calculating your opponent. ”

Rektaran chuckled: "Haha, calculating to win one or a few people is nothing to be happy about. ”

"I don't understand you."

The two chatted and walked out of the park, preparing to cross the city to the canal port, but unfortunately, a large convoy of carriages carrying luggage passed by this road, and the two had to wait honestly by the side of the road.

"It seems that the Western Empire is really going to fight a civil war, you see that these guys who are shrewd like rats, seeing that the situation is not right, are all going to a stable place like Academy City." Roshik looked at the richly decorated carriage and turned his head to Ryktaran.

"I just like their shrewdness, the sooner they dodge the turmoil in the Western Empire, the sooner they can make the value of this piece of paper increase exponentially." Rektaran dangled in the air with a letter of privilege that allowed for the first choice of land, which had a total of twenty years of free use.

"As long as there are people and money in a piece of land, even money is superfluous. As long as there are people and nothing else is needed, the value of land can rise in the long run. Pope St. Philan I a hundred years ago understood this and practiced it in order to bring the Holy See back from its state of decline to its heyday. ”

Roshik stared at Ryktaran and sighed secretly. Ryktaran sometimes made a tirade that he wasn't very interested in, but because of the relationship between the two friends, Rohik tried to listen as much as he could.

"Holy See, what was there in the Holy See back then? Before St. Philan I came to power, the troops of the Western Empire had besieged the Pope's Pontifical Palace three times, and to put it mildly, his previous two popes existed as half puppets of the Western Empire. ”

The wagon convoy had passed, and the two continued on their way, while Rektaran continued.

"The Holy See only studied magic more than secular countries, and the original thinking of the Holy See was that the more difficult it was, the more important it was to hold on to the advantages of magic research. However, St. Philan I had no scruples about selling the intellectual advantage of magic as a commodity, and the Academy of Magic of Santa Philan faced the enrollment of nobles and wealthy families, and a few years later, the Dressosa Academy selected and educated commoners who were qualified to become knights of punishment. ”

"This is an investment in 'people', through two academies that are the only two in the continent to study magic on a large scale, investing in every student who comes to the academy city to study, and at the same time expanding its influence on the nobility and commoners, and directly turning the Holy See's advantages in magical research into real benefits."

Rektaran's emotions revealed a bit of excitement in his heart, and Roshik scratched his hair and said "Yes, yes, yes." "Oh, yes. That's right. Such a reply.

"St. Philan I really reversed the situation."

"Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, ahem." Rohik pretended to cough a few times.

"You have an uncomfortable throat?"

"It's okay, it's okay. By the way, I want to say, who does that girl Marlena rely on for you all this time? Oh, the first-year student named Lilina, and Marlena has a big problem with that. I wonder if Marina will be interesting to you? ”

Rektaran replied briefly, "Oh. ”

"Don't just 'oh'. Let's be honest. ”

"I don't know." His answer was very bland.

“...... All right. Anyway, I like the cold and glamorous department, but a few girls in our student union are cute, which is really not interesting. Rohik was a little speechless, he didn't have anything to say.

"Hmm." Rektaran replied, not stopping, and kept walking.

"Huh?" However, after walking a few steps, he noticed that Rohik had not followed him, and he looked back to see that Rohik was looking towards another street.

Turning back, Rektaran asked Rosick, "What's wrong?" ”

"I just saw a super glamorous goddess passing by!"

“..... Are you daydreaming? ”

"No, it's absolutely true, she looks like she's wearing men's clothes! It's a men's beauty. ”

Rektaran's eyes flickered a few times, and he remained silent.

"You're just delusional, why don't you go quickly?"

Rohik still didn't give up, he looked at the street corner in the distance for a few seconds, but found that the crowd was surging, and he could no longer see the figure of the cold and beautiful man in men's clothes.

"Forget it." Rohik left the corner of the street, and he followed Rektaran.

It's already very close to the canal crossing, which connects the Cité della Collège with the City of the Popes, and it's very busy with sails.

Rektaran quickly bought his ticket, stepped up the ladder stretched out from the passenger sailboat, and handed Roshik the authorization agreement in his hand.

"I'm going to the Papal City for a few days. You can take this power of attorney back and let Marlena and Lilina study it, how to plan it specifically, and I will sort out a charter before I come back. ”

"No problem."

A few minutes later, the sailboat pulled anchor and sailed down the current to the Papal City to the south.

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Harold walked leisurely through the street, but suddenly there was a warning in his heart.

His instincts had always been accurate, and this time he crossed the street with the same danger warning as he had last time he had walked at night with Lilina.

He could even be sure that the stalker was nearby last time.

This feeling is very special, like a silent crawling eye snake following him, spitting out cold snake hyacinths, staring at himself with cold snake eyes.

If he had seen the guy himself, Harold felt he could immediately recognize him as the stalker that night.

After walking ten meters from that street corner, Harold turned back and looked into the distance.

But I saw the sailboats at the nearby canal crossing surging up and down.

Snow-white sails, all the way to the south.

PS: (1) St. Pherland's College is a student self-government, the nominal president is the pope, and the actual management is the responsibility of the student council.

(2) Both the Colleges of Saint-Philippe and the Les Éosa have huge possessions and often compete for the use of new land.