At noon, in the girls' dormitory, Nocturne looked at her phone, and her face, which had been gloomy, became a little more gloomy.

When she and Russell met the night before, someone was secretly recording the video and uploading the content to the campus forum!

Fortunately, the person who recorded the video was far away, so there was no specific conversation in the video.

However, the shadow of the Sanddemon is still shown in the video, if one watches the video carefully and repeatedly......

Tick tick tick.

At this time, a piece of news from Russell came.

"Nocturne, I asked Professor Black Amber about the authenticity of the strange talk on campus."

"What did she say?" Nocturne replied with a message.

"The professor said that it was all a trick, it was not a bunch of nonsense, or it was made up by adding oil and vinegar to a big fart."

Nocturne was just about to reply "The teacher is not absolutely honest", but before she could send the message, she saw Russell's reply:

"That's why I think at least some of these strange stories are true!"

Nocturne's lower face, which was not covered by bangs, smiled, and the editor's message asked:

"Why do you think so? Russell. ”

Soon, Russell's reply came:

"Because horror stories and disaster stories are designed like this, there has to be someone who can be stupid or bad to deny the existence of the problem.

"The prophecy of calamity given by the insane neurotic tramp is certainly true; By contrast, when pundits stress that it's particularly safe here, something is going to happen. ”

Nocturne found Russell's logic a little weird, but overall it was in line with her expectations.

She replied:

"It's true, sometimes, authorities are only willing to tell you what they want you to know."

As soon as Nocturne sent this message, Russell's new message arrived:

"And most importantly, I found a guy in the academy who knows everything that has happened at the academy over the last few decades.

He can prove that one of the strange stories is true!

"If Professor Black Amber doesn't know, he's lying!

"Nocturne-classmate, if you are interested, come to the café on the west side of the primary school at eight o'clock tonight, and I will take you to meet him. He will tell you the truth. ”

For the convenience of students, there are a number of restaurants and convenience stores on the campus, including a café with a beautiful décor.

On the lower half of Nocturne's face, the facial muscles twitch slightly.

This Russell is really not simple, and he can actually find a master who knows the secrets of the academy decades ago!

It took a long time for the frozen expression on her face to relax.

"Do you think you're going?" Nocturne asked in a low voice.

Behind the girl, a pale and distorted spirit phantom slowly emerged, which was the transcendent spirit she had contracted.

"Go ahead, Miss. One more clue is always good.

"This is the Order's chance to find the seal and release the king."

The faint sound reached the ears of Nocturne with precision.

The girl nodded.

…………

The remnant sun is like blood, and the crimson twilight flows into the café, casting a red veil over the peaceful café.

Russell tore open the sugar packet and poured another packet of sugar into his coffee.

He took a sip of his coffee and started eating cookies again.

"Russell, this is the friend you said and will tell me the truth?"

Nocturne looked at the gray-haired old mage beside Russell in the seat across the table.

His old face was wrinkled, and his eyes were full of wisdom.

"That's right, the old man has been repeating grades in the academy for decades, and he knows more about the past than we do." Russell explained the reason why he had come to the old man.

He turned to the old man:

"Old man, it's your time next."

Nocturne nodded, feeling that Russell's words made quite sense.

She had also taken a lesson in the principles of witchcraft before, but she didn't think in the first place that she could get information from the old man.

This Russell is still very good at braining, and he deserves to be the first in the admissions exam. Nocturne's positive impression of Russell was raised a little, and he pricked up his ears, ready to listen carefully to what the old man had to say.

The old man showed a smile of vicissitudes and said slowly:

"One of the campus weirdos Russell showed me was a 'mysteriously missing student,' and I do know of a student who might be eligible. His name is Duncan. That was many years ago. ”

Neither of them interrupted the old man's words, and listened to the senior continue to explain the past:

"Duncan was an extremely good student.

"I swear, I haven't seen a more gifted student than him in decades.

"Duncan was the first place in the admissions test that year, and he won the second place by a landslide. From his first day of school, he was the center of attention of the crowd. No matter what kind of spell he learned, he could grasp it instantly, and his occult knowledge was so profound that he could even refute the teacher.

"All the association gangs in the academy want to win over Duncan, but Duncan is just alone and does not join any of them.

"Can you imagine that when Duncan was in his first year, he defeated a third-year student in a magical duel!"

The third year is a condition for entering the higher college, and the difference between the students of the primary college is not known how many times, and there are only a few dozen people in the entire college. It is almost impossible for the first grade to skip the challenge of beating the third grade.

This Duncan is so powerful?

The lower half of Nocturne's face also moved slightly.

"How's that, Nocturne-san. This Duncan, isn't it very much like the protagonist template. Russell's face was flat, "Go on, what happened to Duncan?" ”

"He's missing as if he never existed." The old man's slightly raised tone lowered again.

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