Rennes' class schedule is very relaxed, and there is only this one class for today.

He had tried the paladin armor, and after each time he wore it, he had to wear it every once in a while before he could make a second crossing, and the interval was uncertain, because he had only worn it twice in total, but it should have been more than two or three days.

Moreover, the matter of Famata made him a little sad, and Wren felt that the next crossing could be slowed down. Maybe if you don't wear it for a while, the armor will last longer.

However, Wren was not going to be idle, and after thinking about it for a while, he decided to go to the school library and see if he could find some information about Alan Weil or the Carsham Holy Knights.

He tried to look it up on the Internet, but most of what he found was old stories, and the story of Karlsham only told about it until it was disbanded by Alan Weil, who had only passed it off since then: he had died more than a hundred and thirty years ago.

Wren felt a little strange, it stands to reason that with Alan Weil's prestige and strength, even if Karsham was disbanded, he was indifferent to fame and fortune and did not hold an official position elsewhere, and he should not have been heard from again.

For example, on days like the 400th anniversary of the founding of Brica, since Alan Weil donated his armor to the Brika City History Museum, presumably the relationship between the two parties is not bad, at least Alan Weir should have great expectations for Brika City, so why didn't he appear at the anniversary?

One has to look at the guest plastic surgery of that anniversary celebration to know how strange Alan Weir's absence is.

More than 200 members of the royal family of various countries came to celebrate the anniversary, and the president of the World Parliament was also present to congratulate him, and according to statistics, representatives of more than 50 races participated in the event.

After all, Brika City is an example, a symbol of peaceful coexistence between multiple races.

From this, it can be seen that Alan Weil's absence is extremely bizarre.

Although the story of Alan Weir after the dissolution of Karsham cannot be found on the Internet, Rennes found that someone mentioned in a history forum that several letters written by Alan Weir to the University of Rensham were kept in the library of the University of Rensham, which were between five and ten years after the dissolution of Karsham.

Those letters were the last news Wren could find out about Alan Weil other than his death, and he planned to check them out.

After packing up his things, Wren was about to get up and leave the classroom, when suddenly his eyes went dark, and a huge figure blocked in front of him, and Wren's gaze was as level as the other party's stomach.

Looking up along the other party's stomach, Wren's neck was tilted at an angle of almost sixty degrees to see the other party's head, two to be exact.

It's a two-headed ogre.

Once upon a time, these ogres were a nightmare for adventurers of all kinds. They eat almost everything, dwarves and elves are their favorites, but they don't mind feeding them if a human or a goblin is brought to them.

Fortunately, that's all in the past, it's a civilized society, ogres don't eat people anymore, and they have a new name, giant trolls - or mini-giants.

Both the big troll and the little giant were used by other races, and the ogre was much bigger than the former, and slightly smaller than the latter, so it could only be called that.

Unlike their ancestors, who liked to decorate the skin and bones of various prey animals, the two-headed ogre in front of Wren was very clean, except for a T-shirt similar to a bed sheet.

And more importantly, they weren't as savage as they used to be, otherwise they wouldn't have been in the same classroom as Rennes at the University of Rennes.

After looking at each other, Wren asked, "Is there anything wrong with the two of you?" ”

The head urn on the left said angrily, "Are you Wren Edward?" ”

"yes. You....... Uh, who are the two of you? ”

The other party knew his name, Wren didn't think it was strange, it should be said that there were few people in the school who didn't know him now.

The head on the right side of the two-headed ogre said, "My name is & amp; amp; amp; amp; *！ *^%@。 ”

Left: "My name!" %*& amp; amp; amp; amp; #^& amp; amp; amp; amp;。 ”

Wren was full of question marks, "Wait, you say it again, what's your name?" ”

"My name is #^%*! ^& amp; amp; amp; amp;。 ”

"My name is %@*! %^& amp; amp; amp; amp;。 ”

Wren: "Although the names of the two of you are very harmonious, the two times you say them are completely different, right? ”

Why is there such an ogre who can't even remember his own name to teach such a class as [World History]? This class is too easy to mix, right?

The head on the right said: "The name doesn't matter, if you are Rennes, we will beat you." ”

"Yes, we're going to hit you." Left echoed.

"Why are you hitting me?"

Right head: "Someone asked me to hit you." ”

The left head angrily said, "You're stupid again, Huck said, you can't tell him." “

On the right, he said to Wren: "Oh, no one told us to hit you." “

Wren: "........"

How the hell did this two-headed ogre get into Reisburg? Wren now felt that the two in front of him had come in through the back door.

He reluctantly pointed in the direction of the door and made a gesture to get out of the way: "Since no one asked you to beat me, why did you beat me?" “

"That's right."

"Why are we beating you?"

"I'm so sorry."

"You can go."

With that, the two-headed ogre gave way to Wren.

Seeing this, Wren took his things and walked out the door. When he got to the door, he turned back to the ogre, who was still discussing "what to fight Wren", and said, "By the way, you guys should go and beat that Huck later." “

The ogre's two heads were stunned: "But why are we fighting Huck?" “

"yes, why are we beating him?"

Wren pointed at himself, "Because I asked you to beat him." ”

The two heads showed a look of sudden realization: "It turned out that you asked us to beat him." ”

"That makes sense!"

"Let's go! Hit Hack Go! ”

"Yes, you must beat him up!"

Wren saw this and turned away, completely uninterested in who that Huck was.

I was already unpopular in Reisburg, and it was normal to meet one or two people who had their brains pumping their own stubble.

That Huck can find an ogre to fight him, how high can his own intelligence be.

He hadn't taken a few steps before Wren was stopped by someone shouting again.

"Hello, you're Wren-san, right?"

"What's the matter this time?" Wren turned his head a little speechlessly, trying to see who was calling him, but found a man in a black cloak standing coldly behind him.