The morning light spreads from the eastern sky, and the sky gradually brightens. The cold wind that had been raging for a long time was still howling, but the heavy snow suddenly stopped. At the same time, the residents of Berelli breathed a sigh of relief, many people went out for activities, and the streets and alleys suddenly became a lot more people.

Many people were talking on the street about what happened in the Sword and Beauty Tavern last night, a sudden fire, more than a hundred drunk and unconscious students of the Army Academy, and the Minister of War of the Imperial ** Ministry who rushed to the scene in person, and the president of the Army Academy who had an ugly face and almost drew his sword and cut people on the spot.

Gossip gradually spread on the streets, and all kinds of strange news continued to spread among the people.

Some say that the students of the Army Academy are gambling in groups, others say that they are engaged in some illegal transactions, and others say that the Sword and Beauty Tavern is a filthy place, and many of the waitresses in it are not in cahoots with the students. Scandals were spreading at a rapid pace, and in this winter season, where there was little entertainment to entertain the eye, they had even spread to the rest of the empire and the West with the wagons of the car.

Mr. Grand, who was drowsy, got out of the carriage at the gate of the Fifth University, and the cold wind howled, and the cold wind made him shiver and his spirits suddenly lifted. He puffed up his chest and put on the decent mental strength of a university dean, a lord, and a person of high society and culture.

Mr. Grand, who was in a red-faced mood, had had a wonderful night last night. In a clean, comfortable, private, undisturbed high-end hotel, he spends ** with Gina, the lead dancer of the Guisse Wandering Troupe.

"Lovely little leopard, it's so energetic!" said Mr. Grand, though his back and legs were aching, and his arms were trembling, but he felt as if he could fly into the sky with the wind. Last night, he had the feeling of old trees sprouting and dead trees springing, the hearty siege of the city, the happiness of a wind forest and volcano sweeping over the bed, the pleasure of being full of energy that made the opponent cry and beg for mercy!

Not just physically, but more psychologically, Mr. Grand was too satisfied.

Recalling that Miss Gina was lying limp on the bed and unable to move until dawn, Mr. Grand subconsciously reached into his pocket and carefully grasped the bottle of potion that Lin Qi had sold him. It's magical, it's amazing, and that feeling of majesty just drives Mr. Grand crazy.

In just a drop, Mr. Grand had the joy of returning to his youth.

Be sure to get a few more bottles from Linzi, be sure to get a few more bottles, for the sake of these potions, Mr. Grand will do whatever it takes. He is now the dean of academic affairs at the Fifth University, and when the old president retires or suddenly braids one day, he will most likely become the president of the Fifth University. He was already a lord, and when his wife's father died, he might even inherit at least one earl from that wealthy family.

He was of high status and had a great reputation, and he was popular in high society at Berley. After all, the empire has not fought a war for thirty years, and the literati have replaced those warriors as the most respected figures in the empire. What is he lacking now?

Perhaps the only thing he still lacks is a youth that will never return!

But the potion that Lin Qi sold him was a magic potion that could make him regain his youth! Therefore, at any cost, even according to the price code given by Lin Qi, a bottle of one hundred gold coins, he would have to get a few more bottles. Even as long as Lin Qi is willing to sell him a few more bottles, he can recommend Lin Qi to continue his studies at Berelli First University after graduation!

If he could get a diploma from Berelli First University, the royal academy with the longest history in the empire, Lin Qi's future would be enough to guarantee that he would be able to get at least a low-level official position no matter which administrative department he entered.

"Well, then, you can give him a hint of this!" Mr. Grande was in a good mood, as long as Lin Qi sold him a few more bottles of that potion, what was a mere referral spot? He had the power, and he was in charge of it.

Waving a cane and taking a relaxed step, Mr. Grand, who was greatly satisfied both physically and psychologically, hummed a joyful court waltz and strode into the campus. This was one of Mr. Grand's fetishes, and every time he returned to the school from outside, he would always walk around the school, like a male lion in a pack patrolling his territory, which brought him a very pleasant mental pleasure.

But today's tour was interrupted just as it began, and Mr. Grand was annoyed.

He watched in annoyance as a group of swaggering dragoons and a dozen sneaky brass hats rushed into the university and toward the largest male dormitory. Mr. Grand's heart suddenly burst into flames, what is this for? What is this?

When, these vulgar dragoons, these secret policemen who deal with conspiracies all day long, have the audacity to rush into a noble university in such a grand manner? University, this is the place where the elite of the empire is trained, every student here is a handsome talent, how can these damn bastards who are only supposed to deal with those ruffians and hooligans have the audacity to come here and be presumptuous?

What is especially unbearable is that they dare to invade their own territory!

This is the Fifth University, the territory of the Venerable Imperial Lord Mr. Grand, and how dare they rush into their own territory early in the morning?

Coughing heavily, Mr. Grand tried to stop the daring stuff.

But his cough was faint in the cold wind, and the dragoons and brass hats did not hear Mr. Grand's warning cough, but still strode towards the dormitory building with great interest, savagely smashing away a few students who had just come downstairs, and rushing forward with heavy and neat steps like mad dogs.

Soon the building resounded with the characteristic shouts of dragoons and bronze hats when they were handling cases: "In the name of the imperial family, please open your door!"

That is, in a time when he couldn't breathe, a muffled sound came, and it was obvious that those dragoons and brass hats who were not very good-tempered smashed the door with violence and broke directly into the room.

The corners of Mr. Grand's eyes twitched violently, and he trembled with anger, he was so presumptuous, simply too presumptuous, these vulgar martial artists did not take the noble lord in their eyes? Mr. Grand scolded angrily, he pointed to the nearest miscellaneous servant and roared: "Go and call people, call all the people who can be used, all the guards, all the teachers and students of the Discipline Department!"

Mr. Grand waved his cane angrily, blew his nose and glared, and ran towards the boys' dormitory.

He will never allow anyone to be so presumptuous on his turf! He is the spokesman of the supreme will of this place!

For Mr. Grand, ask for a recommendation vote!

How many recommendations do you have in your hands?

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