Although the other students were rescued by Viren, most remained at the same location forever. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Originally, Ryan thought that after returning to the academy, there would be some sensation, but Shining Star Castle's secrecy measures were obviously better than expected.

Of course, it's also possible that other students don't care.

Cecilia was exhausted, and she was already exhausted from the injuries on her body, and she was helped away by Carol and Sophia before she could even say goodbye to Ryan.

Lanier, as usual, was about to turn and walk away.

"Lanier." Ryan looked at the young man who stopped in front of him, sighed slightly, and then reached into his arms, "Laura's matter, I ......"

"I know." Lanier interrupted Ryan, but didn't turn around, "I've seen it all in the Hall of Fear. ”

"I don't hate you, really." Shaking his head slowly, Lanier's back looked lonely and gloomy, "But I hate you." ”

The knife-like words pierced the half-elf's chest, and as Lanier disappeared from sight, Ryan held Laura's diary and didn't know how to react for a moment.

Despite his physical and mental exhaustion, Ryan was in no hurry to return to his dorm.

The library was unusually quiet today, and though it wasn't there, Woodlaw expelled all the students, as if anticipating Ryan's arrival, and sat alone at his desk, casually looking through the books in his hands.

"You're finally here." Soon, with the faint grinding sound of the door, Woodlaw looked up and said with a smile.

After a few days, the beard on Woodlaw's face seemed to be thicker, and Ryan smiled lightly, nodded and sat down across from him.

"It's not complete, but I think it's enough to prove the relationship between Viren and the magical turbulence of a hundred years ago." Placing a few old books that had begun to rot on the table, Ryan carefully shoved them in front of Woodlaw.

Without opening his mouth, Woodlaw slowly opened it, and after a cursory glance, he closed the book next to him, revealing the four gold-trimmed characters of 'Legend of the Eight Leaves' on the cover: "You really didn't disappoint me." ”

Seeing this, Ryan smiled, and just reached out to touch the thick book, only to find that the latter was held down by Woodlaw.

"But it doesn't seem to be any mention of the experiments." As Woodlow's thick knuckles swept across the cover, a ray of magic flashed across the book.

Reading?

Embarrassment flashed across Ryan's face, and then he defended himself in a dying struggle: "Although there is indeed no experimental record, there is the source of that disaster, plus you have already seen it, is it possible to think of empty gloves white wolf?" ”

The hand holding "The Legend of the Eight Leaves" tightened, and Ryan was afraid that Woodlaw would take it away like this.

"Indeed, what you said is not unreasonable." As if moved by Ryan's words, Woodlaw thought carefully for a moment, nodded in agreement, and then shook his head again, "But I'm not going to break it up, let alone make a loss-making deal." ”

Looking at the slightly raised corners of the orc's mouth, a glimmer of golden light flashed in Ryan's eyes, and he suddenly understood what he meant: "Let's be straight, what else do you want?" ”

Seeing that the other party became serious, Woodlaw smiled even more happily: "As worthy of the person you fancied, he does have two brushes." ”

Woodlow's words left Ryan at a loss, and then a familiar voice appeared from behind him, filling his eyes with surprise.

"Wisdom is just one of them, what I value more is his potential." The long blond hair stood out even in the dim light, and Lancedell appeared beside Ryan at some point, looking at him with a look of approval in his eyes.

"Mentor?! What is this, what is the situation? Seeing Lancedell sit next to him as if nothing had happened, the confusion on Ryan's face almost turned into substance.

"It's hard to put into words." With his right hand, he quickly drew a spell model on the table, and as the magic surged, a badge engraved with one eye appeared in Lancedel's hand, "To put it simply, I'm a member of the Violet Eye. ”

Ryan's pupils narrowed sharply, and a storm suddenly set off in his heart.

The Violet Eye is a mysterious group of spellcasters, and despite being at the top of many players in his previous life, Ryan still hasn't fully explored it.

According to some Erudido's exploration strategies, the impression of the Violet Eye is purely composed of NPCs, and although the number is small, every known official member has the ability to cast spells at or above the master level.

At the same time, they can be found in almost every epic event related to the caster. According to reliable rumors, the Violet Eye is like a police officer and a maintainer of order among spellcasters, intervening in matters that cause harm to the world with their powerful power, and monitoring the development of powerful spellcaster organizations.

Although the name of this organization is unknown, its strength speaks for itself. Whether it's the members' own high magical skills, or the network of power they spread across the world, it's enough to deal a devastating blow to most spellcaster organizations.

This is the first time Ryan has come into contact with an official member of the Violet Eye, not to mention, the other party is still his mentor?!

Seeing Ryan's reaction, Ransdell's blue eyes narrowed slightly: "What an accident...... Can you ask where you heard about the Violet Eye? ”

Coming back to his senses, Ryan also found that his performance was a little excessive, the unfathomable depth of the Violet Eye was not only due to their strength, but also in the deliberate circumstances of the members, it was definitely a miracle to be known by a mid-level spellcaster who had only been on the path of a spellcaster for half a year.

"Mr. Philip mentioned some of them to me." didn't use books to prevaricate the other party, after all, looking at Woodlow's appearance, he definitely had a close relationship with Lancedel.

"That little man really dares to say anything." The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and Ryan's words made Ryan swallow, but fortunately, he didn't continue to ask.

"You know the name, but I don't think you know what we're here for." Uncle Half-Elf snapped his fingers, and the bookshelf behind him suddenly shook, and a map quickly flew in front of him, opening it very consciously.

"Wherever there are spellcasters, the omniscient eye is everywhere!"

As Lancedell spoke his bold words, purple points of light continued to flicker on the map, and in Ryan's surprised gaze, these points of light occupied most of Ariel's territory, even in the desert and the North Pole of a thousand feet of frozen soil, the purple glow still illuminated it.

"Since the end of the Nether era, a group of spellcasters have realized that excessive use of magic can cause irreparable damage to Ariel, or even destroy it outright!"

"Therefore, casters from all over the world put aside prejudice and hostility and formed this organization with the goal of correcting the 'mistakes' of the casters."

"We are the protectors of the world, and we are also the most reliable and trusted agents of the magic web."

"Any existence that dares to threaten the world with magic will be mercilessly attacked by us......"

"Well, it's just nice to say." Seeing Ryan's confused face, Lancedell suddenly cleared his throat, put away the righteous and awe-inspiring momentum just now, and pursed his lips angrily.

"Strictly speaking, the Violet Eye is not an organization, but more like a node that maintains a network. Qualified spellcasters can use this node to uncover and destroy certain plots that want to use magic to cause disaster. ”

"And the reason why I appeared in Shining Star Castle is precisely because of that magical riot a hundred years ago."

"As for why I'm telling you this." Lancedell paused, the smile on his face that made Ryan feel a little creepy, "Well, like I asked Woodlaw in the first place. ”

"Boy, would you like to join us?!" Holding up the badge he had taken from Ryan, Rancedel's words caused Ryan's eyes to widen unconsciously, and his jaw to fall off as if he had dislocated.