About a few days later.

Haven Lite, the main hall of the royal palace resplendent with gold.

"Filthy infidels, what have you done to the king?"

Grant spoke, his face as cold as if he had just been fished out of a frozen lake. Not far in front of him, several strangely dressed guys fell to the ground, most of them had been killed by the light thread through their chests, and only one old man remained, leaning over to cover the wound on his stomach, still holding his last breath.

In the main hall, in addition to them and Grant, there were many priests standing. The priests looked at the people who had fallen to the ground in unison, and the disgust in their eyes was self-evident.

"It's nothing, we just taught Your Majesty some of the true meaning of the goddess. However, as the last survivor, the injured old man only looked up, smiled at Grant, and replied.

"Enough! There is only one supreme god in this world. The priest on the side immediately retorted loudly, "Ignorant aliens, you are not only willing to fall, follow the banshees of the deep sea, but even try to get involved in the territory of the gods, it is simply a crime that cannot be punished!"

The old man, like a fighting opening its cage, suddenly came to his senses, and his eyes widened, and he said: "A group of sinners who believe in the light of filth dare to speak presumptuously about the goddess? I tell you, one day, the punishment of the goddess will come on each of you!"

"What filthy light? If you dare to slander God like this, God will punish you!"

"Do you think I'm going to be afraid? The Goddess watches over each of us, and even if I die for it to fulfill the will of the Goddess, my soul is holy, and not as filthy as you cultists. ”

"You ......"

The old man closed his eyes, folded his hands in front of his chest, and said reverently: "Everything is the will of the goddess. ”

The faces of several young priests on the side were almost crooked.

Grant did not lose his temper or show any interest in participating in the religious debate. He just condensed another extreme filament and passed over the old man's shoulder.

Suddenly, there was a scream, and the old man clutched his shoulders and fell to the ground in pain.

"Remove the magic you have inflicted on the king, or we will guarantee that you will live rather than die. Although there was an irrepressible anger in his voice, it was clear that the reason for Grant's anger was different from that of the young priests.

"I can't lift it. The old man endured the pain, raised his head and said, "After being inspired by the goddess, Your Majesty has gained peace of mind, and no one can take away this peace. ”

Grant closed his eyes and shook his head.

As the last filament of light flew by, a small hole appeared in the old man's heart, and his life was completely ended. The priests present looked at the corpses of these "infidels" with different eyes, and finally turned their heads away in disgust, unwilling to look at them again.

"Your Majesty, the timing of the appearance of this group of heretics is unusual. An older bishop spoke, meaningfully, "Don't you think it's all a coincidence that they just came out of the way at the most critical moment in the crusade?"

Grant turned his head.

"What do you mean...... The Academy of Magic has joined forces with these overseas infidels?"

"Quite possibly. The Bishop said slowly, "In fact, in the offensive and defensive battles of Rock City, there have been evil arts similar to those of the Banshees of the Deep Sea. ”

When Grant heard this, he couldn't help frowning, revealing a troubled look.

——At the critical moment of the Eastern Crusade, he had to turn back halfway and give up all his efforts because of internal turmoil, and his mood at the moment was obviously not very happy.

The anger that surged into his heart even made him want to go directly to the sea and exterminate all the infidels!

Eventually, though, he calmed down.

"Once this incident comes out, it will definitely be used by those nobles and royal forces to make a fuss about it. We must deal with the sorcery that has been planted in the king. ”

The bishop nodded, "That's nature. ”

Grant took a deep breath, glanced at everyone in the hall, and finally didn't say anything more, turned around, and walked out of the place quickly, disappearing from everyone's sight. The priests looked at his departing back, and for a moment fell silent, their eyes filled with a little fear and suspicion in addition to the natural reverence and piety.

Meanwhile.

Far on the other side of the continent, Benjamin returned to the Academy of Magic, and could finally sit comfortably on the sofa in his dean's room, and couldn't help but stretch.

"Finally...... It's finally time to take a break. ”

Wallis stood in the dean's room, and when he saw this, he shook his head helplessly.

"Dean, we have just returned to the academy and have a lot of work to do. He flipped through the pamphlet in his mouth and said slowly, "In this battle of Ikor assistance, the academy has sent a total of one hundred and twenty-seven mages and seven hundred and twenty-five students. After several battles, a total of 210 people were lost, most of whom were only students. I think that's a brutal fact for the whole college. ”

When Benjamin heard this, he could only return to his seriousness, sighed, and got up from the sofa.

He certainly knows what that means.

The Academy of Magic is a place where mages are trained, it is a school, but when they have only been in operation for a year, the first batch of students has not yet graduated, and almost a tenth of them have died. Thanks to the fact that there is no education bureau in this world, otherwise, the next day, their academy would be sealed clean by the swarming officials.

This world does not have such a low mortality rate as modern civilization, but the situation is ...... They have to give an explanation to the students, and even more so to the outside world, otherwise it will definitely affect the reputation of the college and their future development.

"Let's take a good count of the list of sacrifices, and we need a memorial service at the opening ceremony of next semester. Benjamin said in a heavy tone, thought for a moment, and added, "By the way, don't forget to send the list to Ikor's side, the pension still has to be paid by Ikor official." ”

Wallis nodded: "Of course. ”

Benjamin patted him on the shoulder and said, "Okay, if it's okay, you can go back and rest." The holidays are still a month away, and these things can be put aside for a few days before they are done. ”

"That'...... Don't we need to make an announcement about this aid to Ikor?" Wallis did not hurry to leave, and asked again, "We had better state that this act is not for profit, let alone selling the lives of students as cannon fodder. Otherwise, this incident may scare off some potential students. ”

"What's the explanation for this, we are fighting for the good of all mages. "Benjamin is rightfully authentic.

"But there may still be people who feel that the academy has disregarded the lives of its students, so they don't dare to sign up, right?" Wallis said helplessly.

"People who are greedy for life and afraid of death, what do you want them to do?" Benjamin snorted coldly, revealing a serious expression, "Enter the academy and become a mage, and one day you will stand on the battlefield between the churches." You've seen a lot of free mages who have stayed out of the way, haven't you? Hiding in the mountains and forests, covering your ears, you think that the church won't come to you, do you yearn for that kind of life?"

Wallis closed the booklet and shook his head.

"So...... If this sacrifice can filter out the cowards who like to make a fool of themselves, what is the need to make a statement?" Benjamin walked to the window, looked at the students coming and going on the sidewalk, and said slowly, "We are cultivating elites, not waste. ”

Hearing this, Wallis didn't say anything more, nodded in agreement, and turned to leave the dean's office.