Robert Killeman slowly stepped out of the car.

It's late in the evening, and he usually doesn't care so much about the passage of time during the workday, and it is time-consuming to deal with various things.

Today was different, he stood in front of the car door, staring at the sunset for a rare moment. The dim light seemed to be some kind of vague goodbye, persuading people to return home.

A breeze blew, and Killiman lowered his head and threw all his useless philosophies into a corner, and he would relive these delicate emotions before he went to bed—if he could sleep tonight.

"Primordial."

His First War Leader, Marius Gage, spoke to him in a serious voice behind his back: "On your orders, no one approaches, we are only guarding outside the school. He's been in for more than thirty-five minutes."

"What else?"

Killiman turned around and unbuttoned the top of his uniform, the temperature getting colder, but he wanted to let the coldness rush his thoughts after he had worked on the paper.

For no apparent reason, he remembered the descriptions in those supernatural ghost stories.

Normally, monsters are only found in the dark.

Why? Because they are afraid of the sun?

"Nope." Gage replied solemnly. "No fighting, no screams, nothing. It was even quiet in the communication channel, he didn't say anything."

Killiman's facial lines became tense.

He began to walk, quickly approaching the gate of the school, which was completely deserted. The large, heavy iron gates were opened, and darkness had gradually fallen, and looking in, there was a huge playground and some sculptures towering in the middle of the playground.

Darkness swallows up all the details. The trees on both sides of the road slowly swayed their leaves in the breeze, and the rustling sound seemed to be mixed with something else.

"Where is he?" Kiliman asked.

"We don't know, Primordial." With a little frustration, Gage said. "You've instructed that no equipment be allowed to monitor or check his location, so we've turned off all surveillance in the school."

Kiriman stopped. "Don't you think that's right?"

"I don't think that's right." Gage admitted. "Not at all, my lord."

Killiman didn't answer, he just began to continue staring into the darkness. After a while, he began to take off his uniform, and then took off the laurel wreath as well. Gage watched the scene and had already guessed what his original body was going to do.

He sighed.

"I wish Lady Judon was here, my lord." Gage grunted.

"If she knew what we were doing in Maculag right now, I'm afraid she would be the first to question you, my First War Leader."

Killiman chuckled, and then gave the order in Gage's helpless expression.

"All on alert."

"Do you really want to go in?"

"Of course."

Robert Killman, dressed in a uniform shirt, nodded slowly and pulled out the pistol from his belt.

It was his personal treasure, the Mercerian Beam Pistol, derived from ancient technology, powerful and reliable. The most important thing is that it fits his hand very well.

And just like that, he slowly walked into the darkness.

......

......

It's too silent. Robert Killeman thought. It's quiet and it's not like a school, it's like a ......

It's like a graveyard.

He sighed and began to get bored with his thoughts - yes, that's right. He went to work after talking to Karil Lohals, or rather, spent an afternoon flipping through ghost stories while working on paperwork.

Therefore, it is reasonable to be affected a little at this moment.

As for the latter, he first went to the hospital to visit the commander of the first company of Van Cleef, and then began his work. He walked back and forth in the city, almost all of the Macurags, but

It was only in the evening that he made clear his first place of work.

And this school ...... The University of Jericho, which is well-known in Maculag.

It is the cradle of philosophers and writers, and has produced more than 17 winners of the highest literary awards in the last 100 years. Robert Killiman knows these things very well, almost like a treasure.

At the moment, he walked quietly on the playground of the University of Jericho, his boots touching the ground, and the turf made a slight noise between the frictions.

Statues of the sages of the past gazed silently above Killiman's head, and in return, Robert Killiman silently called out the names of each of them in his heart.

Actually, it's not just that.

He had even seen the works of each of them and still remembered some of the controversial episodes. Literature has done little to promote technology, but everyone loves to listen to stories, and stories are the earliest literary carriers...... No one can do without stories.

He wandered his thoughts and continued to walk quietly in the dark.

He held the gun, its trigger quietly transmitting the icy temperature on his index finger.

This is not a rule of law, and he should always keep his finger on the trigger guard when he is unsure whether to shoot or not, and Killiman knows this rule, but he must break it.

His gun needed half a second to warm up before it could be fired, which meant that if it was going to fire tonight, he would have to keep his finger on the trigger at all times.

It's like a preparation, a note on an uncertain future...... Or, a pre-warning?

Kiriman smiled.

What was I thinking? Forewarn?

Robert Killiman, you're just crazy. Not only did you believe the words, you even put them into action.

Let's see what the highest temple of philosophy, which used to be brightly lit and debated all night, has become now......

Dead silence, gloomy, cold......

Chilly?

Killiman stopped and jerked around, and there was nothing behind him. The playground stared at him in darkness, like a giant monster with its mouth open. The breeze was blowing, and his excellent hearing allowed him to hear the rustle of the leaves shaking again.

And that feeling is still there.

Cold – it's everywhere.

Robert Killiman stares solemnly into the darkness, he can see through the darkness, and naturally he can see every detail. Half a minute later, he was sure again that there was no one on the playground other than him.

"Primitives?"

Gage's voice rang out in his communications headset. "You've been in for five minutes, how's it going?"

"Everything is fine." Kiliman said. "Except I still can't find out where he is."

Gage sighed and didn't say anything, but it was like he had said everything.

"Be patient, Gage, this isn't the first time you've dealt with someone from the Eighth Legion, has it? They have always been elusive when they are on the battlefield...... Also, what's the temperature like tonight?"

"Twenty-two degrees Celsius. What's wrong, Original? Why do you ask this?"

"Nothing, just want to know." Kiriman replied calmly. "Keep on your guard, I'll be out after ten minutes of searching."

He turned around and planned to take a look at the teaching building, but at this moment, his movements suddenly froze. Then he raised the gun in his hand.

Behind him, directly in front of him at the moment, to be exact, a slender figure was waiting quietly.

Kiliman lowered the gun after three seconds.

"Instructor Carlil." He greeted softly. "Good evening."

"Good evening, sir." Carlil Lohals nodded calmly and emotionlessly, and he stood in the darkness with an indifferent expression, his hands falling naturally and his posture relaxed.

And Killiman was sure he wasn't here just now

。

He wasn't here, and Killiman calmly told himself that he was definitely not here just now.

So, where was he just now?

"How's your work going?" Kiliman asked.

"It was a success."

Carlil said. He didn't say anything other than this brief assessment, not even a single superfluous explanation.

Kiliman frowned inevitably. He put the gun back on his belt and expressed his will with subtle movements. As he did this, he kept glued to Carlil's eyes, trying to see his reaction.

However, the giant standing across from him was as calm as if he were dead, and his eyes didn't even move, just met Killiman's.

「...... Succeed? I see no evidence to support your claim." Killiman decided to take matters into his own hands. "You're here to help me deal with the threat from Maculag, Instructor Karil, and you said you'd kill every monster that dared to invade here. What about monsters?"

"Dead." Carlil said succinctly.

Killiman almost laughed angrily.

"I give you the greatest support, Instructor Carlil, I let my legion guard you and get the students and professors of the university out of their research halls, and I even entered your workplace myself without getting a response from you, instead of letting my legion search for your traces! And now, you tell me, they're dead, so what about the corpses?"

"Actually, if you could, Lord Robert Killiman...... I'd rather you didn't even come in." Carlil shook his head slowly. "Plus, they don't have corpses."

The corners of Kiriman's eyes twitched.

He raised his right hand resolutely and swung it like a sword, "Enough, I've heard enough riddles today. I'm going to have to see the evidence now, Karil Lohals, or I'll treat you like a liar."

He glared aggressively at the giant, who stared back with a quiet gaze.

Anger flashed.

Again. Kiriman thought angrily. Again, as if I was a child who didn't understand anything and was losing his temper, why did he dare to despise me like this?

His anger comes and goes quickly. Killiman didn't get angry for long, and his rationality quickly brought him back to his composure. After a moment of silence, he made a gesture: "I need the truth."

The tone is resolute.

So Carlil sighed.

"Follow me." He turned.