Mark has a lizi, so naturally he has to give face to the academy.

Interviewed by reporters all the way, he seemed gentle and elegant, and spoke decently.

What "thanks to the wise guidance of my mentor" and what "it is knowledge that gives me courage" are simply easy for a young man who has experienced red education.

You know, the more serious the incident, the more a hero is needed to divert the public's attention.

The graduation trial hosted by Mistry School was actually a dereliction of duty, as the principals and deans lost control of the trial ground.

Consequential, but successful.

The inner world of the school is not only one area of the Mystery Academy, other districts are also affected, but the main thing is that the SAN value drops quickly, and the others are not very deadly.

A large number of 'wastes' that had not been attacked by evil energy were brushed down. The A-class [Evil], which caused the danger of the inner world to increase dramatically, was eliminated. The real elite is also selected for several schools.

plus the proportion of war deaths is stuck, and if you don't cross the line, you don't cross the line.

As a result, in the official mouth, this has become the most successful trial in the past 20 years.

This has to be said to be a kind of irony.

Mark became a big hit in the school.

Dean Margaret strongly recommended that he stay in school, because with a little training, he would be able to advance to another level in a few years and become a Sequence 6 [Occult Scholar]. This strength is enough to be a professor, and what is lacking is nothing more than qualifications.

Other professors, and even other colleges and schools, extended an olive branch to Mark, hoping to bring this promising young man under his command.

Among the recruiters were also the departments of the humble Wright Empire that managed the [Anomaly], but it was a pity that they were squeezed out of the circle at the first time, and they were not even qualified to deliver cards.

Mark graciously accepted everyone's business cards and said, "I have just gone through a severe trial, and now I am physically and mentally exhausted. Please allow me to go home and rest for a while, and I will carefully consider your suggestions thereafter. ”

The answer that is neither humble nor arrogant but not nutritious is the best perfunctory.

Although the representatives of the surrounding families were a little disappointed, they could only do so for the time being.

Mark sent waves of big shots, as well as admiring schoolgirls.

No why, he was ready to run away with a bucket.

Because he had just taken the time to make a divination about his future in St. Layden.

The dice gave him a [1].

Mark comprehended, and with 17,000 Wright dollars in one go, he asked the dean to exchange for a close-fitting soft armor woven from [Ash Spider Silk].

This thing is barely an E-class transcendent, and it can provide the wearer with protection equivalent to ordinary iron armor, at the cost of being prone to dry mouth and requiring frequent water.

Generally speaking, it is difficult to buy extraordinary things with money, and extraordinary things of grade B or above are even more priceless. He's a relation.

"Seriously, you're the best student I've ever taught, and I'll support you in whatever decision you make. Can you reveal your thoughts? Dean Margaret asked him secretly.

Mark looked out the window at the sunset, felt the twilight of the empire, turned his head, and left a shocking message for his cheap mentor:

"The world is so big, I want to go and see, walk with songs, be accompanied by poetry, and see how far away it is!"

When his poetic words spread to the whole college and even the whole school through the mouth of the dean, Mark became a legend in the mouths of many alumni......

When Mark said goodbye to the leaders of the academy and went home, he didn't know that something big had happened at the same time.

Le Mans estate, where someone's nightmare began.

A group of mysterious people in black robes roamed back and forth.

A black-robed man walked up to a black-robed old man staring into the distance, and knelt down on one knee: "My lord, there is no trace left!" ”

The old man didn't look back, and asked another black-robed man beside him, "What about the town?" ”

The man shook his head, "Possible witnesses in nearby towns have all been taken away by the Church of Light. It's not an arrest, it's a family relocation. ”

The old man muttered, "The bishop of the region does not have such a right. Apparently the work of some cardinal. Damn, those magic sticks that sell light bulbs can even be found in our secret descent ceremony? ”

The two black-robed men tightened their facial expressions, and said at the same time, "It's impossible." ”

At this moment, another black-robed man hurriedly ran over: "Report! The spies of the Samsara God Cult were discovered, and those maned dogs smelled and came to them. ”

The old man said sharply: "Withdraw!" [Fate Breaker] can look for it slowly when you turn around. We can't leave a flaw for those bastards who desecrate corpses. ”

Not long after, on the outskirts of the Le Mans estate, the two sides engaged in a short but fierce engagement.

Because the black-robed man had been prepared for a long time, it was the Reincarnation God Sect that planted two squads of transcendents.

This matter was naturally turned into a report and placed on the desk of a certain high-ranking member of the Sect of Light.

The sacred incense wafts through the room, with a faint fragrance, and a slight sniff will refresh people's minds.

Bishop Albert humbly handed over another report, which read: 'Mark Destini broke the record of the 100-year graduation trial of Mistry, completed it with an S-grade grade, and received an A-grade transcendent item of mysterious [evil] transformation as a prize.' ’

"Got it." A faint sound wafted from behind the oak rocking chair.

"Teacher, his surname is Destini after all."

"My heir is also surnamed Destiny."

Albert stopped talking, the teacher's family affairs are not something he can talk about.

I once had no choice but to set up my second son as the successor, but I didn't expect the grandson born by the eldest son to be so good now, perhaps, this is the so-called happiness trouble.

Albert sighed in his heart: The teacher does not give the resource Mark, which does not mean that he does not protect this grandson. In fact, the teacher is quite conflicted to do this.

No one in the entire city of St. Layden knew that the pride of the sky in their eyes had already run away with a bucket.

After the graduation trial, you can get a graduation certificate, and the so-called senior year of the Mystery Academy is actually for students to find a way. Students who pass the trial are also not required to defend their graduation.

With the occult qualification certificate recognized by the whole continent in his pocket, Mark didn't even return to the dormitory, and asked a junior to send a letter to the landlady, saying that he had run away, and he didn't want anything and deposit, and the matter was over.

At the train station ticket gate in St. Layden, a ticket inspector is bored looking at the empty gate.

This was a ticket gate dedicated to the nobility and members of the church.

In fact, after a busy round of reception, there has been no next batch of guests for a long time.

Guests are often booked in advance, and there is basically no possibility of temporary entry.

Just as he was in a daze, he suddenly heard a low sound from the entrance gate next to him.

When he was suspicious, he looked around, but he didn't see anyone.

"It's ...... What the hell? ”

It was Mark who had just passed by the ticket inspector.

Using Miss Bison's abilities, he slipped over like an invisible man.

Seriously, as a good young man, he didn't want to evade fares. But he was on the run, and there was no reason to leave any extraordinary clues, such as an extra fifty leidollars bill in the ballot box.

Bypassing the attendant, he slipped into an empty sleeper compartment on the train and jumped lightly to the top berth.

He chose to take the train overnight, and his destination was San Casao, the third largest city in the Wright Empire.

The trains of the Wright Empire, which belonged to the relatively early internal combustion engine on the earth, had just gotten rid of the category of steam engine trains. Not only is it slow, but it's also quite uncomfortable. Even in the so-called VIP private room, due to the lack of soundproof glass, the continuous clanging sound is still very noisy. Occasionally, when the train turns, you can smell the unpleasant smell wafting from the locomotive chimney.

Resilience is amazing.

In such an uncomfortable environment, it seems that the clanging sound is hypnosis, Mark put a music box on the bedside and falls asleep in a daze. Somehow, a pillow appeared out of thin air, raised one of Mark's hands, and let him wrap his arms around the pillow......

Unbeknownst to Mark, a group of night watchmen had arrived in his apartment.

"What about people?"

"Gone! The landlord said that in the afternoon he sent a junior to inform the landlord that the things in the apartment and the rental deposit were gone. ”

"What does he mean? Aware you're in danger? Why not turn to the Temple of the Night? ”

On the one hand, the night watchman did not want to take on such a private task; On the other hand, the grandson of this big man is really in trouble again.

Even if the matter is not Mark's pot, Le Mans Manor has been searched, and the Reincarnation Cult and another mysterious person have fought over this matter, it is still necessary to ask Mark for an inquiry.

Who would have thought that Mark would run away like a prophet?

Suddenly, a night watchman staggered back a few steps on his footing.

He was shocked to see the ground in front of him shaking in waves, and everything in his field of vision was further raised.

He saw an earthy chin with a scruffy beard.

He immediately realized that it was a huge face—a human face!

If proportionally, he, a normal human, stands helplessly in front of the jaw of a giant at least twenty meters high.

How is this possible?

That's not the right ratio, it's the second floor......

Before he could react, the huge mouth made a chewing motion.

"Chuck save me, ah-"

The Night's Watchman's eyes were red, and the huge beast had swallowed his buddy.

"No—" He immediately pulled out a short-barreled shotgun, pulled the trigger, and golden blessed bullets burst out.

However, the bright bullet that was enough to knock the low-level [Evil] into ashes with one shot slammed into the monster's jaw, and only wisps of green smoke rose from it.

He could only watch his buddy die in the mouth of the monster.

But the monster was still dissatisfied and muttered in a thick nasal voice: "It doesn't taste right! I used to smell a very fragrant and mellow soul before I came. ”

At this moment, a figure like a thunderbolt of lightning fell.

With the scythe shaped like the Grim Reaper's scythe, the huge monster face was slashed a quarter of a circle from the right corner of its mouth on the spot, reaching the temple.

"Ahhh

The monster let out an earth-shattering scream, scaring the landlady downstairs who was sleeping and fell out of bed.

At some point, the Night's Watchman, who had just been swallowed into the monster, was thrown out like a bag of garbage. His legs were bloody and fleshy, but at least he was alive.

Black long-sleeved leather jacket with denim felt hat and face covering...... This familiar shape came into view, and several of the surrounding night watchmen breathed a sigh of relief.

Here comes the Punisher!

This punisher punished the monster in three or two clicks.

After the surroundings calmed down again, the punisher showed a contemplative gaze: "First provoked an A-class anomaly, then [jealousy], then caught up with the S-class trial, and now [gluttony]?" This eldest young master can cause trouble like this!? ”