In the early morning, on the shore of Linzhong Lake, it is full of humidity.

Outside a pavilion on the promenade around the lake, a blurry crack suddenly appeared in the green grass, and the crack shimmered with gold and black.

"Sting!"

It was as if the sound of the rag being torn, accompanied by a faint thunder, came from that crack and escaped into the air, fleeting. The low shrubs and blades of grass among the lawns on the slope bowed their bodies and lowered their heads, as if to humbly greet them.

"Boom la la ......"

A puddle of fishy green slime rolled out of the crack and fell between the lawns, causing the weeds to grow wildly, and the dark green leaves on the bushes seemed to be blessed by the Druitt's activation spell for a moment, and turned into large mouths that sang hymns, babbling in unison and singing hymns that no one could understand:

"Sll'ha Nilgh'ri-nyt shogg ooboshu ......" (The Servant of All Things, Invites the Kingdom of Darkness to Come...... ）

"L'Ebumna Syha'h N'ghft" (In the eternity and darkness of the abyss)

"Y'ai 'ng'ngah" (I call to Him)

"Y'hah" (Amen)

The sound was chaotic but had an unusual resonance, as if hundreds of radios with poor signals were turned on at once, and like the kind of humming and whining cries brought out by the wind as it swept through the forest, low, eerie, and disgusting.

"Ahh

A small black goat sneezed, struggled through the green slime, and got up. This action is very difficult for it. Not because it broke its leg when it fell through that crack in mid-air, but because it had a little more legs now.

In addition to its original four legs, under its belly, on the side of its ribs, behind its buttocks, and under its neck, many black legs of mutton of different lengths emerged, all kicking indiscriminately, trying to step on the ground.

In addition, the little black goat's original shiny black fur showed many swirling marks, which were swollen, wriggling, and constantly changing shape, but when you looked closely, they looked like the curled leaves on the bushes next to them—the mouths of those leaves were always buzzing and singing.

"Smack!" "Smack!"

Slimy popping sounds rang out one after another, like punctuated mud bubbles in a swamp. Pitch-black tentacles poked out from the black swirl marks of the sheepskin, stretching out and waving in all directions.

By now, the original appearance of the little black goat is completely invisible.

It had transformed into a mutant Banyan Tree-like being—a low head, dozens of aerial roots-like legs, a large mouth, and black tentacles that were active around like Medusa hair.

To use a phrase in a wizarding textbook, it's a 'fallen lump of flesh'.

Green mucus dripped from the 'lump of meat' mouth, onto the legs, and slowly seeped down the pitch-black fur. The 'little black goat', which had fallen into pieces of meat, waved its slimy tentacles and swirled around the empty slope, making a blank bleating sound as it adjusted to the extra legs.

Yes, even though it has degenerated into pieces of meat, it will still bleat.

As if that would make it feel safer—that's not the sound a true 'Black Goat Keeper of the Forest' should make. But instinct from the depths of the starry sky tells it that in this place, if a 'black goat cub' does not behave so much like a real black goat, it will die quickly.

After a moment's pause, it suddenly stopped, leaned sideways and listened carefully.

Through the heavy shrubs and the not wide woods, it clearly heard the noisy sound not far away, mixed with water vapor, surging in waves.

Faintly, it heard the shouting of 'Nicholas'.

The dependents breathed a sigh of relief.

The anomalous fluctuations in the space passage that had just descended made it almost think that it had landed in the wrong place. But the voices of the moment, mixed with malice and fanatical thoughts, shouting 'Nikolas' could not be wrong.

"It's just a little bit off, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Thinking so in his heart, the dependant walked towards the place where the sound was tumbling with dozens of cheerful hooves, and as he went, it slowly raised its head, puffed up its chest, and opened its tentacles, trying to create the momentum that a true dependant should have.

Although it also felt that the real name of the 'black goat of the forest' shouted by the prayer people in the distance did not seem entirely correct, the abundance of magical energy in the air and the alluring aura around it soon made the 'thought' who had been wandering in the depths of the starry sky for many years give up thinking about it further.

Or rather, it didn't have the idea of serious thinking in the first place:

"This is not the first time those believers have called out my wrong name. ”

"So what does it matter?"

"Heart...... When the heart arrives, you can do it. ”

"I am a member of the Mother Goddess, and I should uphold the glory of the Mother Goddess. ”

"Let me answer your prayers!"

In the mud behind it, there was a lush bush and a field of goat's hoof prints. Hundreds of hoof prints, all green and foul-smelling mucus attached to them.

......

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"Nicholas, you are nothing more than a bastard who has defiled the blood of the Oswall family!How can you have the audacity to provoke the glory of the nobles under the moon?!"

"Nicholas, a guy who doesn't even have a surname recognized by Oswal, whose name appears on the same list as our last name, is a depravity for the entire wizarding world!"

"Look at Nicholas's stupid face!"

"I can only passively accept it, and I won't take the initiative to tap my own ability. Even if you have talent, it's a waste. The descendants of the tricksters really can't get rid of their stupidity that goes deep into the soul. ”

“...... Nicholas!"

"Nicholas!"

On the shore of Linzhong Lake, all kinds of provocations and curses, accompanied by the name of 'Nicholas', poured out of the mouths of the white-robed people and poured into the boiling voices.

The Triple-A Society was originally a group of the most fanatical blood supremacists in Alpha Academy, and for these bigots, being beaten by a mongrel on their heads was worse than feeding them shit.

On the point of attacking Nicholas, they were unanimous.

On the other side, the camp of the students of the Nine Colleges was a little loose. Most of them were shouted at by their companions to join in the fun, and there was almost no hard Nicholas figure. Even if someone is separated between the white robe and Nicholas, it is just a meaning, not to let the other party be too presumptuous in the academy.

What's more, Nicholas's performance in an interview with the Beta Town Post some time ago made many students feel a sense of schadenfreude at the moment - look, this is the fate of traitors!