"It can't go on like this!"

A snap resounded in the old conference room, and a professor said angrily with his hands propped up on the round table.

At this moment, many professors gathered in it to discuss how to deal with the pervasive improper atmosphere in this competition.

"Professor Gore, take your breath!"

"Meltia!" Ignoring his colleague who was trying to persuade him, the professor named Gore looked at Meltia, who was wandering with her head down.

Meltia obviously only wanted to make soy sauce, but when she was named by the professor, she could only smile and say, "What's the matter, Professor Gore?"

"Will Schumacher, as the vice president of the Magical Student Council, openly sells stink bombs. This is a move that seriously upsets the balance of the game and must be stopped. ”

Professor Gore was so angry for no reason, and in the second game of the preliminary trial that had just ended, his nephew Gore Jr. was the victim of the gas bombs sold by Will.

This annoyed Professor Gore, who had planned to make his nephew in the finals so that he could give himself a long face. But I didn't expect that he would stop eating in the second game.

"But Will didn't break the rules of the game!"

Meltia tries her best to control her voice, as a magical princess who has been mingling with the major forces for many years, and has been maneuvering between various characters. She can easily complete the perfect transformation from a silly white sweet princess to a black queen.

Listening to Meltia's sweet and even innocent voice, and remembering the identity of the other party's princess, Gore was speechless for a while. He was not angry, and he could not sprinkle this evil fire on Meltia's body.

So Gore looked at Professor Umir, the highest person in the room, who had been gloating.

"Professor Umile, you have to make up your mind, you can't go on like this. The second half of the second game was almost one-sided. The venue is stinking, and if it continues like this, where is the reputation of our Nibelungen Academy, and where is the reputation of our Magical League?"

Gore buttoned down a big hat, but Umir didn't react at all, and even had some joy on his face.

"It's been a long time since I've seen such an interesting competition. I asked Will to compete and he didn't disappoint me. ”

"Interesting, what's interesting!" Gore looked at Umir with more and more angry hair, blushing, and said, "If this continues, we Nibelungen professors will lose face! What will people say when they comment on this contest in the future?

Umir said in a straight voice, "Professor Gore, I want to remind you. Adapting tactics to the terrain is what we teach at the Nibelungen Academy. What's more, the tactics used by Will did not violate the regulations, and even so many people continued to follow suit, which is enough to be called a classic. You have to let go of your prejudices!"

Accustomed to seeing Umir's laughing and scolding, he is so serious, and he is really serious!

Faced with Umir in such a state, Gore really couldn't find anything to refute for a while, so he could only sit down, bend his head, pout his face, and make a silent protest.

"But Professor Umir, such a tactic could be called... Forehead... Classic. But if the students keep following suit, the balance of the competition will be broken!" said another professor.

"How can a real master fall because of this method. If our students can't even cope with this kind of tactic, then it can only mean that our academy is no longer worthy of the title of No. 1 Magic Academy!"

Eventually, Umir set the tone for the affair.

......

The shadow of the forest is deep, and the silence of the dense forest is unusual.

Professor Diana, one of the twelve chiefs of the Magic Guild, half-crouched down, examining the marks on the dirt, and frowned unconsciously.

The green shoots that bubbled on the squishy soil were trampled by messy footprints, and became dry and flattened. Traces of blood were scattered all over the forest, and now they had dried up.

It was an attack, and it took place in the Giant's Grove, not far from the Nibelungen Academy.

And what made Diana more concerned was the identity of the attacker.

Lennylord's Spy!

"Oops, sorry, sorry, it's late!"

Looking for the mark left by Diana, Umir, who had just finished the meeting, found this place.

"How's it going?"

"Not a single one left alive!" said Diana, standing up beside Umir.

"No sign of a hand?"

"The attack is very clean, and these twenty or so spies have no power to resist at all. ”

"This Duke of Badr seems to have two hits!" said Umir, looking around.

Diana shook her head and said, "This is already the third Lennylord spy attack in Valen. If it was really Duke Badr, how did he get information about the other party, and importantly, if it was really the Duke of Badr, what did he want to do?"

"There's always a way!" Umir looked indifferent, not taking the matter to heart in the slightest. Everyone thought that this Duke of Badr was a sheep just waiting to be slaughtered, but they didn't expect that the other party would suddenly show his fangs and be so ruthless and clean. Now, Anthony, this old man, should have a headache!"

........

The Nibelungen Academy, the lodging of the Rannylord Mission.

In the warm hall, Anthony sat on the sofa, picked up a glass of wine, and savored it.

Morrigan knew that every time his teacher made such a move, it meant that he was thinking about something.

"Twin Jack has betrayed us!"

Anthony put down his glass and came to a conclusion!

"Why are they doing this?" asked Morrigan, confused.

"Sometimes betrayal doesn't need a reason, what matters is the fact that they betrayed the Empire. The Empire's information chain in the south has been damaged. ”

"Unexpectedly, the power under this Duke of Badr should not be underestimated. It was able to remove the teacher's three reconnaissance teams without leaving a trace. Morrigan's face was an inexplicable smile, no anger, no shame, but an affirmation of the opponent's strength without taking a stand.

"I didn't expect this either!" Anthony shook his head helplessly and muttered, "But what I care more about is what he wants to do? Removing the Empire's three spy teams in Valen, in this way, it can only delay the Empire's reconnaissance steps!"

Speaking of this, Anthony suddenly woke up and said, "That's right, he wants to delay time." ”

"It's getting more and more interesting!" Morrigan laughed.