"Fran! Someone is looking for! ”

A big-nosed dean stood at the door of the lecture hall in his broken voice, shouting, and the lecturer on the podium looked at him dissatisfied.

The dean smiled and pointed to it with his hand secretly, which made the respected old professor's face soften slightly.

The students in the lecture hall turned their heads to look at the three people sitting in the last row, the row in front of the three people and the two places next to them were empty, as if some evil spirit was entrenched here, and idlers were not allowed to approach.

As a skinny boy stood up, whispers rang out undisguisedly.

"He's Fran?"

"That's right, the demon."

"Be quiet, the mad dog has come to see it!"

The Dean of Education frowned at the boy known as the demon, who was dressed plainly, and there were even a few well-disguised patches on his somewhat white-washed clothes. The boy's head was bowed, and his messy black hair covered his eyes, which made the dean a little angry, and the boy made him feel a kind of disrespect.

"Your name is Fran? Lift your head up and look at me! ”

Fran seemed to hesitate for a while, but he still raised his head according to the words, and with the deviation of the black hair, purple eyes, a pair of purple eyes looked directly at the teaching director, maybe it was an illusion, the teaching director who was directly stared at by those purple eyes only felt that there was a devil hiding in the damn purple depths, snickering and staring at him with malicious intentions!

Under those terrible eyes, the dean involuntarily took a small step back, and then, as if annoyed, he yelled at Fran in a louder voice, "Grind! You are responsible for the mistake! ”

"I'm sorry."

Fran looked as usual, and apologized calmly, his mistake was so quickly, but his attitude was so calm, thinking about it, since he got up and left his seat, until just now, it seemed that he had always had such a calm expression that did not match the vigor of the young man.

"Forget it, follow me."

Although the dean of education had the intention to give this demonic boy a little insignificant punishment, the dean couldn't help but shudder at the thought of that gray-haired guy, and hurriedly urged.

Fran looked as usual, still in that unusually calm state, and followed the Dean through a garden where the flowers were gathered, and there was a small building, which was the principal's office building.

Fran had heard of it, but it was the first time he had seen it.

"After entering, the first reception room on the left." The dean hesitated, but still reminded, "Wait until you go in and be respectful, that ...... It's not as easy to talk as our teachers. ”

Although he has the heart to punish this little guy who is not very comfortable, although this little guy is a demon, no matter how he says, he is also the teacher of this little guy, and he still has to give a few words.

Yes, yes, that's it, it has nothing to do with inexplicable soft-heartedness.

The dean kept finding a reason for himself, holding his big belly, and disappeared into the garden path.

Furlong habitually bowed his head and walked straight to the reception room, and when he got closer, his knuckles curled slightly, and he knocked on the door, and the standard three long and two short, and even the time was just right, like a sophisticated stopwatch, everything was going according to some established rule.

"Please come in!"

It was an old voice, with a look of exhaustion in it, but more of a majesty.

Fran pushed open the door and looked at the gray-haired middle-aged man sitting on the main seat, "Hello, I'm Fran. ”

"Fran, I know you'......"

For some reason, ever since Fran entered the door, he felt a chill lingering around him, as if he had been targeted by a terrible beast.

"Huh?"

Fran still had a calm expression, and even made people wonder if if the end of the world one day came, he would also watch the heavens and the earth fall calmly as he does now.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Morgan, code name: Wild Ghost, I am currently the director of the Inquisition Bureau, and I was involved in your mother's incident fifteen years ago."

"I'm sorry."

Morgan listened to Fran's inexplicable apology, smiled indifferently, grabbed the herbal tea on the table, drank the cow's belly, and heroically wiped the remaining tea from the corner of his mouth.

"Why did you apologize? Fifteen years have passed, and the dust has settled. ”

Fran didn't answer, he lowered his head, as if he felt a little guilty, but his face was still extremely calm under his messy black hair.

"Do you know why I'm looking for you?"

Morgan asked suddenly.

"Routine monitoring?"

There was a hint of doubt in Fran's tone, knowing that there were still two weeks before routine monitoring, and he had been doing well recently, so there was no need to monitor it in advance.

Morgan didn't answer Fran's question, but smiled, "Let's go, talk on the way." ”

At this time, the class was over, and more and more students noticed Fran who was walking with Morgan with his head down. Most of those students may not know Morgan, but they still know the staggered twin swords on the back of Morgan's uniform.

"Inquisition? That demon is in trouble again? Principal Morn really doesn't know what he thought when he let that demon into the school. ”

"Be quiet, watch out for his loyal dog."

"Shhh...... I'm scared, I'm scared."

"Do you usually bother with these gossip?"

Morgan asked suddenly.

Fran thought for a moment, "At first it would, then it didn't matter. ”

"Hmmm......"

Morgan nodded, and then said nothing.

An extended limousine was parked at the school gate, and a driver in the uniform of the Inquisition Bureau waited quietly in front of the van, with two intertwined double-edged swords etched into it.

Passers-by kept their eyes on the car, but only glanced at them with a little curiosity before hurrying away.

That's the Inquisition, the most dangerous group of madmen in all of Orin, as long as they believe that you have an affair with an evil god, then within ten minutes, a group of elite knights in armor will descend from the sky with all kinds of weapons to unleash their fire on all the living creatures they see!

In Orin, if a child cries at night, all that is needed is to say that the Inquisitor is coming. The young boy who cried that night must have covered his mouth with fear and did not dare to speak again.

Pedestrians and students who never stopped looked at Fran behind Morgan with different expressions, this person ......

It's demonic......

The demon was taken away by the Judgment Bureau, and something big must have happened in the school.

As Morgan arrived, the driver, dressed in the uniform of the Inquisition, opened the door, and at Morgan's signal, Fran slipped into the large carriage.

With the soundproof doors closed and the peephole windows raised, the noise around the car had disappeared.

There were four opposite seats in the car, with a small round table in the middle of the seats, and Morgan motioned for Fran to sit opposite.