In the hall, as soon as Torre's crusade had ended, almost all the mages in the seats had turned their eyes on Ivan, most of them with suspicion, disgust, and a hint of anger.

Most of the mages sitting in the hall were white-robed mages, and there were also some gray-robed mage apprentices and black-robed high-level mages.

For most white-robed mages, what Torre said, if it was really a little gray-robed mage, would undoubtedly be very unbelievable.

But at the same time, they couldn't help but feel jealous at the same time, after all, they couldn't help but feel jealous at the same time, after all, they couldn't do it anyway to cause a secret realm to collapse, and then cause the fall of a high-level mage.

As for the black-robed high-level mages, who have been in the Supreme Magic Academy for dozens or even hundreds of years, and have a connection with the interests of the academy, they are very disgusted with Ivan's self-calculation, disregard for collective interests, and a little bit of mystery.

Big Odin also looked at Ivan with interest, he has lived for thousands of years with the blood of the Titan, I don't know how many geniuses he has seen rise or fall, or frustrated or forgotten, I don't know what is brilliant about this kid who has been desperately protected by Kanon Gamen.

Ivan, who was stared at by many eyes, glanced at the people around him who had ghosts in their hearts, although everyone's eyes were focused on him alone, but he didn't seem to see it.

With an indifferent expression, from the words of the two gray-robed people, he had already been mentally prepared for such a big reversal of the plot, so after listening to Torre's words, he remained silent.

"It's a problem. Ivan sighed in his heart, although it was a headache, but fortunately, there was still room for maneuver.

Obviously, he didn't leave any tail in the deathmatch secret realm, but the identity of the biggest suspect suddenly ran from Torre to himself.

If there was nothing strange about this, Ivan would not believe it anyway, but he had no clue about the reason for this sudden change, so it was best for him to be silent and wait and see what happened.

Although the situation of being suspected and distrusted by everyone is very bad, it is not the worst, and if you mess with yourself and speak indiscriminately, it is easier to fall into the trap of the enemy.

"What's the matter, Senior Ivan, are you silent because you have nothing to say, have you confessed to this crime?"

Hearing this, Ivan raised his head slightly, and glanced at Torre, who was pale and pale, and the injury was obviously still very serious, but he was still holding his body, and he was fighting against him.

This man really hates it, and he hates it so much that he wants to kill him, but his luck is damn good, and he is still alive and well.

In the secret realm of deathmatch, he, Marina, and Jerry escaped from the Black Bone Wasteland and prepared to take refuge in the Netherworld Golem City. It was he who put away the drawbridge and threatened with a bow and arrow not to allow him to enter the city, if he hadn't discovered that the largemouth was abnormal and entered the ancient tomb, he might have been forced into a dead end.

Then, after he came out of the ancient tomb, he saw with his own eyes that he had done the same trick, first using vitality powder to attract necromantic creatures, and then sealing the internal passage of the Yin Puppet City, blocking the life path of Sivi, Retans and others.

Torre's plan was perfect, but that was when he didn't know that the Deathmatch Realm was about to collapse, so Torre's plan had a huge hole. It was this huge loophole that made Ivan come up with a trick to treat others in his own way.

Using Suelo's alchemy inheritance and the right to control the core of the Deathmatch Secret Realm, the passages throughout the interior of the Yin Puppet City have been greatly changed, so that the people outside still can't get in, but the people inside can't get out either.

Then when the secret realm collapses, the interior of the Yin Puppet City, which could have defended the army of necromancers, will also transform the mouth from a life path to a dead end.

It's just that Ivan didn't expect that even a high-level mage would die in the spatial turbulence of the collapse of the Deathmatch Secret Realm, and Torre would be so lucky to survive.

"What do you want me to say, saying that you, Torre, were originally the biggest suspect in the deathmatch incident, but somehow became me?" said Ivan.

"Ivan is really joking. Torre, who was standing in his seat, was not angry, but looked at Ivan with a colder and colder gaze.

"What a joke, that's the truth, wronged good people for no reason, and you can do it. The direction of the voice was a black-robed high-ranking mage on the left side of the aisle.

Ivan saw that the man was none other than Tutor Wari, the teacher of Retans, and next to Tutor Wari's seat, Teacher Kanongamon was wearing a mask and had a cold face, and no one knew what he was thinking.

In the position behind Mentor Wari, the three gray-robed mage apprentices of Rytans, Roki and Rollo sat quietly, and after perceiving Ivan's gaze, Rytans immediately cast a look at Ivan that you can rest assured, we will help you wash away your grievances.

"Wari, you old bastard who doesn't know people well and is blind, you have no evidence, it's better not to spew blood and slander my disciple!" As soon as Wari finished speaking, Erashoran, who was seated next to Torre, stood up, pointed his gray finger at Wari, and said in a dark voice.

"Hey, let your mother's bullshit, it seems that you master and apprentice are good people, according to what you say, what evidence do you have to prove that the deathmatch secret realm incident was done by this kid Ivan.

If not, then you, Erath, are so despicable and shameless that you have lost the face of the Supreme Academy of Magic. Wari sneered, the image of Erath and Torre had been set in his mind, and even if it wasn't his business, it was common to choke Eras, not to mention that it was his only disciple, Retens.

"Wari Puslin" Eras suddenly changed color, and he felt the pent-up anger in his body explode instantly, and he drank in a deep voice: "You damn old bastard, do you want to die?"

"Want to fight, come, who's afraid of whom?" Varys was not afraid, and the momentum surging around her was not inferior to that of Eras.

Seeing that the hall of the Inquisition Court was about to evolve into a martial arts arena under the momentum of the two high-level mages, under the impact of each other, a voice that could not be despised gently suppressed everything.

"Silence. ”

The Great Otin Titan sat firmly at the top of the Inquisition Hall, just like his realm and status, leaving all the mages present far behind. There is no need for any deterrence, as long as two short words, people dare not refute him at all.

Eras and Wari glared at each other fiercely, although they wanted to slap each other to death with one palm, but due to the power of Great Odin, they had to withdraw all the words that came to their mouths and keep quiet.

Erath withdrew his glaring gaze at Wari and sat back down slowly, then casually glanced at Torre and motioned for him to hurry up.

Torre smiled knowingly, and then said, "Lord Wari, who said I had no proof. (To be continued.) )