Lizzie glanced unhappily at the hall where many people had gathered, and thanks to Hermia, who had just gotten up to leave, the spacious room was shrouded in strange low pressure.

Lizzie hadn't visited the hall before, and had never seen a photograph of it - but she felt like she had visited a similar space before. It's almost identical, and it's a bit like the rotunda that appears deep in the labyrinth of the infirmary's subterranean floor.

The hall is decorated in exactly the same style as the corridors, and it does not in any attempt to hide its majesty. The walls are entirely made of white ashlar, and behind each of the seats against the wall hangs a beautiful tapestry depicting the emblems of the different schools of sorcery in an abstract way.

A dozen wrought iron lampshades are firmly embedded in the walls, and the electric lamps installed in them cast sparkling light and shadow. On either side of each sconce, there are several wooden benches, but unfortunately these expensive crafts are not in use now.

Regardless, this space, decorated with a lot of high-quality materials and expensive crafts, exudes a high-profile and luxurious atmosphere. Not only that, but under the illumination of the ceiling lights and the surrounding wall lights, there is almost no shadow in the whole space. Multiplying the two, Lizzie frowned uncomfortably.

Noble décor with dazzling lights, this is the environment she hates the most.

Was this a conference room or a courtroom? Through the dazzling light, ancient characters could be faintly seen with a faint blue glow on the white walls. These ancient words exude subtle magic, disrupting the magic in the hall into a structure that is difficult to use.

"Welcome. ”

An enthusiastic voice rang out in the middle of the hall. The person who spoke was undoubtedly Cruise François, the owner of the Silver Tower and the director of the College of Catrice. The high-ranking sorcerer, who had a high reputation within the Dominion, sat on the high platform in front of Lizzie with his waist straight.

The sorcerer, known as the "Wind of the Twelve", always seems to be dressed in a neat black coat, almost like an example of the "gentleman" form that would appear in the paintings of the last century. Kafir Taturis sat beside him. He was a little cramped and uneasy today.

"Welcome to our boardroom, Miss Leinst. Dean François gave Lizzie a slightly indulgent smile, which softened his meticulous expression a little, "We thought you'd come a little later, but it's not a problem right now - well, please take a seat." ”

He casually gestured to a seat in front of him and motioned for Lizzie to sit down. It's not the same as the wooden chairs that everyone else is sitting on. It was a metal chair with a chestnut-colored cushion on it. The handrails at the edge still have a few fine "M" shaped lines.

With a slight touch, Lizzie felt that the chair seemed to have a spell on it that could be used to identify "lies". But the exact form is not clear. The flow of magic in the room has been disturbed by ancient writing, and if you only analyze the part you can see now, you can't see the type of spell for the time being.

Theoretically, a spell to identify a lie is a spell to identify a "lie". However, psychoanalytic spells that directly interpret the mental activity of the recipient. to observe the physiological changes of the other party to determine whether it is a lie or not. It is impossible to judge the various changes at a glance.

I don't know if Jon was treated the same way before, but judging by his haggard expression, it may have been more than that.

Taking advantage of the time to sit down, Lizzie observed the people sitting around, and in addition to François and Caffir Taturis, there were about twenty people sitting around. Some of them wore ceremonial robes representing different schools, perhaps the heads of different departments of the college. Sitting next to Curt was a mercenary whom he had met several times. If you think about it this way, the rest of the people may be the ones in charge of other fields.

There is a person who has a clear difference in aura from the surroundings. It was a man with a fat body as broad as an oil drum. He sat next to Dean François with his head bare. There was only a slight hair, and a strange pair of glasses was crookedly clipped to the tip of his nose.

Almost as if deliberately trying to contrast the smile on François's face, he kept a straight face as if he were in a temper, and looked at Lizzie with a look of anger and disdain. Lizzie had never seen this fat man, but his presence made her feel very uncomfortable.

"Well, Dean François, did you let us sit here for a day, and you just wanted us to listen to these inconsequential fellows tell us what happened to them in the chaos?" the man squinted at François for a moment, then back and forth at Lizzie, "it's time to tell us what you're thinking." ”

Although he spoke to Dean François in a more respectful tone, there was no corresponding respect in those words. Obviously, this man didn't care about the status of this "Wind of the Twelve-Directions", but was a little disgusted with his behavior.

If it weren't for the fact that this man had an aura all over his body that Lizzie didn't want to touch, she would be interested in learning about the relationship between the two. If you just look at the old dress on his body, which can almost be described as "stale", it makes people think that he is somewhat similar to François.

Maybe Curt can get some news from the eldest sister later......

"Very well, let's move on to the next phase right away. "Ignoring the man's attitude, Cruise François nodded lightly and said, "It's 14:03 p.m., and Miss Leinster should be the last person to explain the events to-day—are you all ready?"

Lizzie sat down with a "somewhat restrained" appearance, and then scanned the room with her peripheral vision. The sorcerers in ceremonial robes and the others around Curt looked serious, but François's expression was somewhat casual. The only people who were dissatisfied with this state of affairs were probably a handful of bystanders, mainly obese men, most of whom wore expressions of boredom with the qiē being staged in front of them.

They should have been tired of it, and judging by what the fat man had said, Dean François had made him and those around him sit in this conference room all day. Even if this house is luxuriously decorated, it is extremely uncomfortable for people to sit here for a day and listen to reports.

If François didn't do it on purpose, Lizzie didn't believe it. You must know that this "Wind of the Twelve" is not a "amiable" middle-aged man as he appears on the outside, and what he does must be especially purposeful, especially when the target is a person who does not want to see him.

After pretending to straighten out the text in his hand, François began to say: "On the afternoon of the thirteenth day of the ninth month of the Gregorian calendar, the twenty-seventh session, please prepare for the record-although I think you are probably as tired as I am. Well...... Miss Leinster, please tell me what happened seven days ago, on the evening of the fourth day of September. Don't worry, just explain it truthfully. ”

Is it really "as it is"?," Lizzie snickered inwardly.

As soon as she sat down in this chair, she could clearly feel the abnormal flow of magic. The spell applied to the seat was activated almost at the same time, and some strange "impression" began to slowly flow into her head, as if trying to make her tell everyone present about these "facts".

Silently analyzing the contents of these "facts", Lizzie slowly searched for the source of the magic. Eventually, after a long circle, the flow of magic pointed to Cruise François, who was sitting firmly on the stage - it was supposed to be a mental spell he had cast, but it was slightly disguised.

The news poured into his head looked a bit like the memory of an apprentice who had been attacked by the True Eye during a walk after dinner. From these fragments of memory, he tried to resist after the attack, but fled immediately after seeing the chimera.

"Uh...... That night on the fourth day of September, well, we were attacked by something strange. Lizzie pretended to be sorting through her memories and began to recount, "Those things--or monsters, I don't know what they are, but it's clear that somebody is manipulating them......"

With François's abilities, it was easy to infuse an apprentice with a mind spell that didn't belong to him. It is conceivable that if Lizzie doesn't want him to be suspicious, then she can only choose to put a reasonable combination of the information that has been poured into it.

Lizzie shook her head with a grim face, and took the opportunity to give Curt a look. The people around her seemed to think that she was uncomfortable thinking of bad memories, but they didn't react to her strange behavior, but the confusion in the fat man's eyes became more explicit.

In fact, it was hard enough - François's magic was running through Lizzie's head. In order not to expose the troublesome things, she had to reach the "right" areas with the magic of the way, and at the same time decipher the information as well as possible.

"Well, what to say, my memory seems to be a little confused...... Because the events of that night were so sudden, I was attacked before I could prepare. I had the impression that I saw a few sorcerers in black robes, even if they were the owners of those monsters. ”

This was not information that an "ordinary apprentice" who had been attacked would know, but Dean François seemed pleased with what she had said.

Cruise François thought that Lizzie was acting according to the script he had set, but the girl in the center of the stage was deceiving most of the people in the audience with her will. Every time she decoded some of the information provided by François, her doubts about the dean of the academy increased.

Yiqiē is just acting, but what role is François playing?

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