I don't know how long it has been.

The interior of the warehouse on the second floor of Boss Cat's restaurant was quite dim, and a few faint rays of light from the window barely penetrated the thick rain curtains and curtains, casting sporadic spots on the ground.

It is less like a traditional storage room and more like a hidden secret room, which relies on only a few dim chandeliers as a light source, and the sturdy planks are heavy and durable for each piece.

In the middle of the room, a man was tied to an iron chair, his body leaned forward, his head slightly drooping, his eyes closed, his cheeks pale, his hands and feet firmly bound by tough ropes, and he was dressed in a dark suit, and the dust was clearly visible in the dim light, as if he had been dragged to the ground.

When the door was closed again, the whole warehouse fell into a deep silence, except for the faint sound of rain pounding on the windows, like a continuous lullaby.

In this way, the warehouse remains in an unchanged state.

“……”

It wasn't until Phoenix's brow finally began to wrinkle and his eyelashes fluttered slightly, a sign that he had regained consciousness.

The corners of his mouth contorted, and a low roar came out of his throat, as if haunted by some kind of pain.

He tried to remember, but his mind was filled with vague memories that made him feel exhausted.

Then, Phoenix's eyes, which had been closed, slowly opened, revealing a cold, sharp look.

He felt the support of the back of the hardwood chair against his back, his hands tightly locked to the armrests of the chair by the cold handcuffs, trying to make sense of the situation he was in, but more of it, a kind of anger and unwillingness.

The curse on his body could not be dissolved for a long time, and it was obviously a terrible curse far beyond his rank, making him as weak as a seriously ill person at the moment.

The stinging pain from the mental trauma that had left him faint still made his brain tremble.

He barely raised his head and looked ahead, where a dark wooden table with several papers and two teacups took center stage.

On the other side of the table sat two figures that were all too familiar to him.

Ranchi was leaning back in his chair with poise, the hot air coming from the teacup in his hand, and he blew softly, savoring the silence of the moment.

Huberian sat aside, pen resting on paper, ready to jot down every detail that followed.

Someone else reoriented a bright light on the table that hit Phoenix's face, and he couldn't help but squint, the muscles on his face tense from the sudden stimulation.

"Do you know why you came in?"

Lanchi put down his teacup, looked at Phoenix, and asked indifferently.

"Ranch! You shouldn't tie me up, I want to see the professors of our college! ”

Phoenix quickly kept his composure and said solemnly.

Even if he misses.

There is no way for these guys to determine his identity, let alone convict him.

At that time, the civilians in the restaurant were all manipulated by the [Grand Puppet Theater], and they couldn't even get his evidence of his attempted assassination of the Duchess Lady.

Seeing Phoenix's attitude, Ranch didn't speak.

"Phoenix, male, 19 years old, born on May 11, 1778 in the solar calendar, a national of the King of Alauran, unmarried, currently studying at the Royal College of Aloland, no criminal record, no loans, deceased parents, and a younger sister."

Lanch picked up the papers on the table and looked up at Phoenix as he read them.

This is the personal information, social situation, family background, and so on of each student and teacher of the academic visiting team of the Kingdom of Aloran that he asked Frey to investigate before he came.

"Hiding it pretty deeply, resurrectionist."

Lanch put down the papers in his hand and looked at Phoenix and sighed.

"You are slandering, slandering, and violating my personal freedom!"

Phoenix looked indignant and yelled at Lanch.

Phoenix is sure that as long as he bites to death and doesn't admit it, Ranch can't do anything about him, because Ranch won't have any evidence to prove that he is a resurrectionist.

Now in Ichrite, the capital of Hutton, there is no way they can lock themselves up for long or lynch themselves!

Otherwise, the Ecirite Academy found out that a student was missing from the academic visiting team of the Kingdom of Aloran and would definitely launch a thorough investigation, and when Lanch's head was found, Phoenix would have a way to bite back.

"Phoenix-class......"

Ranch's voice was gentle and authoritative, speaking at an unhurried pace, and every word was pronounced clearly and powerfully,

"You know, I've been in this business for so many years, and I've seen all kinds of bad students, some repentant, some unrepentant. But they were all corrected in the end, and if it were you, how long would the process take? ”

Ranch sat patiently at the table, his chin crossed with his fingers crossed, and looked at Phoenix with a smile.

It made Phoenix a little worried for a moment.

He wanted to reason, but he said his, and Ranch he didn't listen.

As the so-called soft ones are afraid of hard, hard ones are afraid of screwing, screwing ones are afraid of dying, and screwing ones are afraid of dying, and those who don't want to die are afraid of neuropathy.

Ranch is clearly the last one.

Phoenix looked down and gritted his teeth in thought.

Thinking about it, Phoenix still doesn't understand why his perfect plan took a sharp turn in the middle of a smooth process, and then fell into Lanch's hands.

It was as if from the moment he came to the Hutton Kingdom, he was the one who really became the prey.

Everything was very wrong.

It's Lan Qi who is in the light and he is in the dark!

Phoenix's heart is now filled with strange fear and remorse.

Why are you going to provoke this guy? Obviously, when I first saw this thing in the Purgatory Corridor Academy, I instinctively felt that he was quite bad.

At that time, Phoenix didn't recognize that the Glow Demon Headmaster would be a challenger, and he didn't even know that there was a person like Ranchi, and it wasn't until he returned to the present world that he got information from the Resurrection Church-

The glow demon was played by an Icherita Academy student named Lanchi.

"Phoenix-san, it doesn't matter to me whether you admit it or not, and whether we have a way to get you to admit that you are a resurrectionist, because that's what it is."

Lan Qi picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and then looked at the other figure standing beside him,

"Teacher Lanfu, please do some ideological education work."

The Great Love Poet, who had just aimed the light at Phoenix's eyes, released the lamp, walked to Phoenix's side, and looked around him.

"Who the hell are you?!"

When Phoenix saw the gray-haired female demon's figure again, he couldn't help but tremble and asked, as if it was an instinctive fear.

He was convinced that this guy was the one who had taken himself for an ant.

At this moment, she seemed to have taken off her disguise and changed back to her truest form, and she no longer used her cold face to hide her evil.

However, before she made a move, no matter how she looked at it, it was only the first order!

"I'm a poet of great love."

Dressed in a black jacket with the hem of her skirt fluttering in the wind and a warden-like hat on her head, the Poet of Love had recently begun to ask Ranch to buy her new clothes, but she had strange tastes.

"It's a pity that the head of God is not here, otherwise there would be no need to trouble me."

The poet of great love sighed faintly.

The three clergy, who had been deeply influenced by her and Ranchi, should be able to pry Phoenix's mouth open in less than an hour.

“……”

The corners of Huberian's eyes twitched when she heard this, and of course she remembered what "god-headed" meant.

I just hope that when she and Lanchi go to the North Continent on vacation, the three of them won't be too famous.

(End of chapter)