Walking out of the air-blocked conference room, Curt couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. ＊,,

He was in this room just out of interest—there were several other people who could have been the representative of the Mercenary Administration. However, after the eldest sister said the condition that "you can visit the Yinyao Pagoda at will", he agreed to the request to attend the meeting without thinking.

But no matter how much you're interested in something, having to devote your energy to it for days on end can cause burnout. What's more, the opportunity to visit this "legacy of the Silver Dragon King" has also been postponed with the extension of the meeting, which has made his burnout continue to increase.

As for the representatives sent by other forces, several of them have resigned in advance under different names in the past few days. Aside from the few stern-faced guys brought by the fat man, there were only representatives of the sorcerers from the different departments of the academy - there was no doubt that the relationship between the two groups was one of the reasons for the tension in the room.

As for the meetings that have been attended in the past few days, perhaps it would be more appropriate to call them a hearing. Dean François had been asking the victims of the last attack to tell about their managers a few days ago, with the same words that made it seem that they had prepared their manuscripts in advance.

The purpose of the "Wind of the Twelve" is simply clear, and he requires the academy to have a stronger armed force, and at the same time includes combat courses in the compulsory curriculum of the apprentices. The reason for this is precisely because they suffered great losses in this attack.

Curt was tempted to say that it was an interesting proposal - though the guards at Catrice College were slightly lacking in numbers. But in terms of spell-casting ability and equipment, each of them has the strength of the elite or above. And if the education of combat styles is spread among all sage apprentices, these young "reserve mages" will also gain the ability to fight head-on with ordinary soldiers.

No doubt. This is to strengthen the power held by Cruise François, who is the director of the academy. But from the perspective of the position of dean, he was simply taking back the power he once had, after all, his demands were taken for granted in the era before the end of the war.

In the attack that night, the college lost more than a dozen buildings, and the college historical memorial, which preserved a large number of valuable historical relics, was almost in ruins. Several guards have lost their lives fighting the Eye of Vision, and even some students have been injured and hospitalized.

A mob was active around the Catrice. Therefore, the academy must strengthen its defenses, while also equipping its apprentices with the means to protect themselves. After the academy had paid such a high price, Cruise François had considerable legitimacy in proposing this bill.

But those who confirm the reasons offered by François do not think so. They felt that the reason why the academy had suffered a lot of losses in the concentration was only because of poor preparation and lack of preparation. So after a marathon discussion, the bill was forcibly shelved.

The decision was made by the fat man sitting next to Dean François, who did not belong to the side of the Academy, but had some tendency to deliberately obstruct François from proposing the bill. Regardless of the identity of the person who was called on stage by François to talk about the "experience". He will always be attacked by his remarks.

It's been like this since a few days ago. He was quite happy to get to the bottom of those who had been called in by François. He didn't care about the truth, but about chasing and beating young people who were so nervous that they couldn't articulate. In the past few days, several apprentices have been so frightened by him that they almost cried.

It's a pity that I often walk by the river without getting my shoes wet, and I like to take advantage of my tongue, and in the end, I am often attacked by people who are better at it. So the fat man was so angry that his face was about to turn purple, and he could feel the anger coming from that direction from so far away.

"I say, Curt...... Do you know who that fat, pig-like guy is? I don't think he's trying to make things difficult. The culprit of this situation approached with a yawn, "I thought he was just fat, but I didn't expect his brain to be filled with fat." ”

Lizzie looked viciously at the fat man's back in the distance. A sense of disgust for him was written all over his face. There was no doubt that she was quite disgusted with the man - and not just because of his unpleasant appearance. If it weren't for the impact. At this point, Lizzie may have cast some curse-type spells on him.

Not long ago, she was standing in the center of the conference room and was questioned by the man for a while. This fat man, who doesn't have much magic on him, is obviously not a magician. And his words and deeds are not at all like a soldier, but he seems to be handy in making things difficult for others.

And the man was thundering at this time, and he was roaring with red faces, and foul language drifted to Curt's ears from time to time. Although the subordinates who followed behind the bloated body looked a little embarrassed, they could only nod and greet the words that came out of his mouth.

"I don't know anything like that, but look at the badge on his chest...... Probably one of the people above Catrice. ”

The town hall of Catrice City has never been monolithic, but has become factional because of different political opinions. Abbot François was in charge of most of the spell-related affairs in the city and the entire Dominion, and naturally made many political enemies over the years.

Warlocks are powerful and have a high reputation. But even Cruise François, the most powerful individual in the city, and indeed in the entire Dominion of Osattaria, could not have put his will above the town hall.

This fat man feels very strange, although his words and deeds have a kind of pretended "cultivation", but his demeanor seems unexpectedly rude. It really makes people wonder why an uncultivated person can enter the town hall and become François's political enemy.

As he spoke, Curt shrugged his shoulders a little helplessly, and it seemed that he also had a lot of criticism about how such a person with no manners at all would blend into the superstructure: "Seriously, even if most of the people that a mercenary of my level can come into contact with are only civilians, many of the civilians I have seen are more cultivated than him." ”

Catrice City served as a stage to accommodate too many members, and a large number of residents included a wide variety of people of different personalities. In the past three years of mercenary career, Curt has seen many arrogant tyrants, and naturally he has also seen conscientious, friendly and kind paupers. The noble, the humble, and the most numerous "ordinary people", there are countless undercurrents flowing on the surface and behind the scenes of the city.

But a real villain is better than a hypocrite, and it's never a bad thing to keep an eye on whatever you do. As for François's attempt to instill in them some "memories" that did not belong to the narrators, Curt felt the need to be more wary of the high-ranking wizard.

Indeed, there is no justice in this world that is not based on positions and thoughts, and there is no absolute justice. Although the behavior of this "Wind of the Twelve" is as elusive as moving air, Curt feels that his goal is not without direction.

"Excuse me, Mr. Leinst, could you please come with me? I have a little thing I want to talk to you, um, you. ”

Just as Curt was about to discuss with Lizzie about the information she had deciphered from the mind spells, Cruise François's voice suddenly rang in his ears. Looking left and right, François was not around, and the people around him did not notice the sounds.

"It's the effect of a spell, and François uses air to compress the sound directly to our ears. Lizzie pursed her lips disdainfully, it seemed that this spell was not very interesting, "It's just a simple little trick, useless except to show off your own spell ability." ”

Compared to some spells that can communicate directly in the brain through the guò soul connection, this is really a simple and untechnical trick. However, in terms of effect, it is undoubtedly an excellent spell to be able to convey a private voice in an environment where everyone is looking around.

But what did Dean François want to say to the two of them? If this is not what can be said in front of most people, then it is probably a deeper secret.

"Please two wait for a moment, then walk to the hallway to the right of the hall. ”

The instructions were still coming through the spell in the air, and after almost everyone had left the room, a door on the right, which had been closed, opened silently. Behind the gate is a wide hallway, and in one corner is another wooden door that has been opened.

It was as if time had stopped, and the moment the door opened, the people who remained in the conference room all froze, and they didn't seem to expect such an unfolding.

Curt silently glanced at the people around him who were frozen in place, but they only gave him a bewildered look. These were all sorcerers under Abbot François, and the ceremonial robes in different colors undoubtedly showed off the school they belonged to.

Only now, these college representatives are looking at each other, they look at their colleagues in silence, and finally their eyes are focused on Curt.

"Hmph - what a trick. ”

The impatient Lizzie snorted coldly and walked into the corridor leading to the wooden door first, and Curt, who still couldn't figure out the situation, had to follow her with a wry smile.

And behind that door......

"For the second time, I would like to welcome you to my personal study room. ”

Cruise François was waiting for the two of them—his complexion was worse than it had been a moment earlier, his face was bloodless, and there was a hint of pain in his tone.

It seems that this high-level mage is not laid-back. (To be continued!)

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