According to Mr. Hall, he wanted Miss Scotty to be the proof of the alliance and the link of communication between the two, like an ambassador...... Or rather, hostages. Poetic Dick Miller is Longman Hall's chief student, the second-in-command of the Black Blood Society, with outstanding abilities and a good understanding of Mr. Hall's plans. It was indeed fitting for her to be the messenger between the two.

However, Richard always felt that Longman Hall's proposal was not so simple. Especially after knowing that Poeti is likely to have a longing for Raspuchin.

This gave Richard quite a headache. After all, he was still thinking about staying away from this probable ...... No, now that she is a young witch who has been confirmed to specialize in the field of prophecy, I didn't expect to deal with her again soon, and once she agrees, the frequency of this contact will only increase, which means that the risk of being exposed will also increase.

But as always, Richard did not choose to refuse. It would be ridiculous to say that a legendary wizard would be worried about being seen by a high wizard.

He sighed to himself, but he couldn't show anything wrong with his words and actions.

Richard was determined to put everything else aside when he returned, and spent the rest of his time testing his two guesses

- Only the power in the hands is the foundation of life.

If he could have the power of Rasputin, even if only a part of it, he would not have to feel constrained by the presence of Sycodi, or the hidden intentions of Longman Hall behind her.

……

His real name floated beside him, as if sensing the urgency and uneasiness in his heart, and reached out and patted his head with a very gentle force to show comfort.

*

That night, a white bungalow located in the hall academy. This is where Scotti Miller lived.

The bungalows stand beside a small lake. On the shore of the lake is a ring of lush woods, rustling in the gentle night breeze. If someone who doesn't know the truth sees it, I'm afraid that this is a house nestled in the middle of a deep forest. The atmosphere is full of leisure and leisure, which is incompatible with the environment on the top floor of the magic tower.

This is the residence of two of the most famous genius witches among the young wizards. But the house was built much earlier than they moved in. The designers were their predecessors, young women with the same outstanding talents.

The Tower was founded for much longer than most wizards, and countless people have grown up here, and countless others have disappeared here. So the tower is full of traces left by the people of the past, and the current generation will add new traces to provide a place of worship for future wizards, including the residences and laboratories of young wizards. The people who are eligible to live in this lakeside white house are without exception the most promising young people.

Poetic Dim Miller wandered around the lake like an ordinary person who came out for a walk. He and she looked at the warm and dim light shining through the window, and their hearts were mixed.

The vast majority of wizards are pragmatists, but that doesn't mean they don't know how to enjoy it. Although there are no places such as Hualiu Lane and Red Light Street on the magic tower, there is no shortage of occasions for entertainment. It's just that for them, the joy of soaking in the library and the laboratory is even greater.

As for those who want to find the opposite sex to vent their physical desires or relieve their loneliness at night, they only need to go to the tower city below. As long as the men hook their hands, a group of female apprentices will take the initiative and enthusiastically greet them, not to mention the women.

Of course, none of this means anything to Poetry. Since coming to the tower, her life has been filled with busy studies and mediocre work. She was content with it, and only in this way could she not recall the heavy memories of hatred, sadness and pain.

But today is different, and an unprecedented emotion is not reassuring for Sycodi. After leaving the Black Blood Society's residence, she rarely did not go to the lab or return home, choosing instead to take a walk near the lake, staying from sunset until nightfall.

In the middle of the night, a bright moon in the sky sprinkled a bright silver glow and draped it over the girl's shoulders. In the dark night as thick as a velvet curtain, a few stars are dotted. People on the top floor can see the sun, rain, sun, moon and stars in the most authentic way, and for her, this may be the only benefit of living here.

Poeti looked at the vast and deep sky, and once again remembered the conversation between her and her teacher this afternoon—

……

The Hall school is home to a towering tower covered in white and spiraling upwards. Longman Hall lives on the highest floor, below the bell tower.

As the de facto head of the Magical Society, she had to report to the Commander every day. The witch hurried out of the underground cell where the attacker was being held, up the spiral staircase. Along the way, countless people saluted her respectfully, and Sycody returned the salute with a smile on her face, but a gloomy fire burned in her heart.

This is no longer an unbearable thing, but the disgust and anger in my heart have not diminished for a moment. It's just that no one can see these negative emotions from the girl's expression.

After Silky pushed open the heavy red wooden door, the man stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with a wine glass, and did not look back. The witch was accustomed to this, and after saluting his back, she reported succinctly.

"We found a ring on the attacker's body, the one he had been trying to take out. According to the alchemists' identification, this is indeed an item that symbolizes the identity of the 'reverse cross'. The attacker was a priest. ”

Poety waited a few seconds before she heard Mr. Hall speak slowly.

"Who is the instigator of the command? Is it the presiding priest or the apostle in the reverse cross? If you don't know the specific name, you can have a code name. ”

"I'm sorry, this is the lack of ability of my subordinates, and I haven't asked him yet."

"Oh? It's not like you. ”

The middle-aged man turned around and looked her up and down with a gaze that made Sykodi feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Could it be that because you are in a good mood, you are soft-hearted?"

"You're laughing."

Silky bowed her head slightly.

"It's just that the guy has a very strict mouth, and he should have some kind of prohibition on him. Until the intelligence is squeezed clean, my order is not to take too drastic measures. ”

"Hmm."

Mr. Hall nodded casually, and by looking at his expression, he knew that the other party didn't take it to heart.

"Let's get down to business."

He put his wine glass down on the table.

- "I have made a pact with Rasputin to cooperate. ”