Mysterious as the Wind, Always With Me

"Do not--"

These are the last words of Ms. Centipede in this world when she still has her wits.

So what if she has more resentment?

This is her retribution.

The centipede legs were not used, not because Mark didn't want to kill the centipede, but what kind of legs he used, it still depends on Miss Minnie's willingness.

Miss Doll, who has special requirements for aesthetics, secretly expressed that using her spirit silk to chop off mosquito legs is already her biggest concession and bottom line.

Besides, mosquitoes are easy to find, and centipedes with one hundred legs are really not everywhere.

Mark didn't know what grade this lantern would be, at least this incident in the fog was over.

"Your Excellency, Dean!" Several students rushed over in a hurry.

They are full of travel and dust, and their robes are damaged to varying degrees. The aftertaste of panic seemed to remain on their faces. They all looked very happy to see their dean. At the same time, they have deeper doubts, and their anxious faces are full of question marks.

"Oh? It's you!" The dean smiled: "Leave the specific instructions to me."

Everyone:? ? ?

There are more question marks on everyone's face.

After all, regardless of their chirping inquiries, the dean's figure quickly faded, became transparent, and disappeared into the air.

Everyone looked up, and the figure of the dean reappeared in the blank oil painting frame next to the gate of the college a moment ago.

At this point, the painting becomes a painting again.

Almost at the same time that the dean became the person in the painting again,

The veil-like mist that enveloped the entire school began to tremble violently.

All the mist is like a river that has opened its gates, rushing towards the school atrium.

The fog is getting thinner, and the clarity of the surrounding vision is getting higher and higher.

The school is still the same school, and everything you see is no longer dilapidated and damaged, but the Mistry University that everyone is familiar with.

"They're back!"

"Very good!"

"Ah—a lot of dead people—"

After the situation changed, whether it was Mark and the others or the people outside, the frying pan was blown at the same time.

After calming down, Mark immediately found that he was in a giant magic circle with a diameter of at least nearly a hundred meters. Outside the magic circle, there is a large circle of Mistry University and the tutors of the two universities next door.

In addition to mentors, there are people from various churches. Mark couldn't recognize the clothes of many people, but he saw the apologist knights of the Church of Light and the night watchmen of the Church of Evernight.

A large group of middle-aged men and women in gorgeous clothes surrounded the outer circle, probably the parents of the students.

The point is, in this magic circle, the student lying on the ground...the corpse, the death condition is quite tragic!

"No! My Joe!"

"Jack, what's wrong with you!?"

Some sharp-eyed relatives recognized their children at first sight, and several women fainted on the spot.

The scene was immediately fried.

Some family members wanted to squeeze through like crazy, but not only did the magic circle not completely let go, but the night watchmen and the guardian knights of the Light God Cult who received the order immediately built a human wall to prevent ordinary people from approaching.

"Don't come close!"

"Please strictly abide by the [abnormal laws]!"

"Those who get close will be regarded as infected with [abnormality] and will be severely censored!"

Almost all the orthodox churches present joined in to maintain order, which barely suppressed the excited parents.

At this moment, Mark looked around and noticed that there were only eight people standing in the magic circle except him.

For the rest, they either burped their farts, or were obviously not in a normal state of mind.

Mark saw that there was a good-looking little brother frantically picking dirt on the ground and stuffing it into his mouth, swallowing it in one gulp. What's more, the eyes were bloodshot, and he clutched his head and rolled on the ground screaming nervously.

The scene was very chaotic.

Without hesitation, Mark led Miss Byson to a corner where there were no abnormalities on the edge of the magic circle. Miss Katrina who was not far away saw it and immediately followed suit.

Immediately, two distinct areas formed in the magic circle.

Just as Mark was vigilant and considering whether to subdue those crazy students, the magic circle suddenly opened a hole.

A large group of knights in full body armor, a blue cross smock on a white background, and only a pair of eyes exposed on the visor rushed in.

"We are the cleanup team! Those who still have reason, please stand still, any interference will be deemed as triggering [abnormal laws]!"

Of course Mark and the others didn’t move. Be a good spectator, watching hundreds of members of the cleanup team throw golden nets at the anomalous people like fishing with a net, ignoring their struggle and resistance, and arresting them like Tow away like a living beast.

Another hole in the magic circle was opened, and two [Eye of Light] were quickly erected on both sides of the hole.

"Everyone who is still rational, please leave here in an orderly manner."

Mark and others lined up to pass.

A warm yellow light shot from the relic's golden eyes and fell on Mark.

Not long after, the priest Guangming standing next to the holy relic nodded and said: "Congratulations, sir, you have passed the preliminary examination. Next, as long as you pass the normal inquiry process, you can leave."

Mark suddenly realized that this was similar to the conversation with Albert that night to confirm whether he was mentally corrupted or not.

Suddenly, a voice came in.

"His review will be handed over to me—the head of the Mystery Academy, Margaret Andur."

Pastor Guangming was stunned for a moment, and immediately bowed to the visitor.

Of course Mark recognized that she was the dean in the portrait.

Is this another 'her'?

"Please come with me, the hero of our school...Mr. Destiny!" Almost as soon as the dean's voice fell, dozens of envious eyes immediately cast around him.

Mark caught something vaguely.

The commotion around him couldn't be suppressed immediately.

"Ah! Could it be that he broke the evil and normalized the trial?"

"My God! I know that Mark, isn't he a useless little boy?"

"Impossible! It can't be him—"

Being too handsome is sometimes an original sin.

Handsome and tough, when the gap between the two sides suddenly widens to an unbridgeable situation, then all the envy, jealousy and hatred can only be regarded as meaningless noise.

Or transform into an incurable... Heart of worship!

For a moment, I don't know how many pairs of peach blossom eyes lit up. Those hot eyes that wished to eat him up on the spot made this handsome guy somewhat flustered.

Mark mechanically nodded his head to each call as a gesture of politeness.

Then, outrageously, several girls in the lower grades screamed "he's looking at me, he's looking at me" on the spot, and some even fainted from happiness.

Originally, Margaret, as the dean, should somewhat stop this kind of commotion, but for some reason, her steps became lighter.

After passing through the commotional crowd and the elegant corridor, it didn't take long to arrive at the dean's office.

It has to be said that the furnishings of this large room are the same as the entrance of the college, giving people a strong impressionist oil painting style.

As soon as you enter the gate, there are two colorful murals on each side.

On the left is the morning light of Mistry School, and on the right is the fortress-shaped school building lit up at night.

The most amazing thing is that the pattern on the carpet in the dean's office is a pair of vertical pupils.

Gold on the left and blue on the right!

Perhaps this is the so-called golden eye demon pupil.

"Sit down, Mr. Destiny."

Mark sat on the velvet armchair in the guest seat, which should have been very comfortable, but anyone who stared at such a pair of huge inhuman eyes, even if they were just decorations, would feel scalp numb.

"It's okay, Jax is just checking to see if you've been polluted by evil." The dean chuckled lightly. The second after she finished speaking, the pair of eyes that looked like decorations on the stall actually closed.

The muscles on Mark's face couldn't help twitching.

However, closing his eyes probably means that he has passed the test.

Sitting at the other end of the desk, the dean smiled: "What do you want to drink? Coffee? Black tea? Water?"

"Black tea, thank you!"

Almost at the moment when his voice fell, a water polo flew out of nowhere on the coffee table on his right, and crashed into a teapot. In the stove under the teapot, the coke that had already been extinguished suddenly ignited spontaneously. Not far away, the pot containing the tea leaves shook gently, singing softly, "Tea leaves! I have the best black tea leaves."

The visions one by one left Mark dumbfounded.

The dean crossed his hands and put them on the desk, with a satisfied smile on his face: "Okay, before the black tea is ready, let me briefly explain the situation. In short, you who have not signed up for the school's final graduation test , stumbled into this out-of-control trial by mistake, and was lucky to save the school's reputation..."

The five-minute explanation left Mark speechless to the extreme.

It all started when he was stopped by the guard this morning and walked onto the boulevard.

That's no ordinary path, it's the school's [Road to Glory]!

Mistry University is a school that trains extraordinary people and related professionals. There are two kinds of students in the school, one is those who have awakened supernatural power; the other is ordinary people who are engaged in clerical and logistical work related to supernatural events after graduation.

The previous Mark was obviously in the ranks of ordinary people.

The problem lies here:

Anyone who is a college graduate knows that if you are purely a diploma, you can pass the graduation defense, even if you get a D. If you take this path, the upper limit of the defense score is a B. Students who really want to work in the industry will participate in the public defense. Only in this way can they have a chance to get an A.

Every year, Mistry University joins forces with the two neighboring universities to hold graduation trials, giving extraordinary senior students a chance to prove their abilities.

This is the ultimate trial that only extraordinary people can sign up for.

Extraordinary students can also express to the school that I will not participate, as long as they wear a special soul imprint. Of course, the seniors who are proud of their school will regard students wearing this mark as deserters, and call it the [Mark of Cowards].

In order to avoid being looked down upon by classmates, many extraordinary students who did not participate in the trial simply did not come today.

Normally, students participating in the trial will sign a life-and-death certificate with the school in advance, indicating that they are responsible for everything that happens during the trial.

He is so alive, Mark, who was not a transcendent last semester, because of contact with Miss Puppet, his whole soul began to activate. The aura emanating from him fell into the eyes of the guard who was also a transcendent, and he was the contestant.

Since Mark didn't wear the [Mark of Coward] and came to school today, he was of course driven to the road of glory by the guards.

An oolong was born.

it was yesterday