The yellow-haired villain in Feng Aotian's novel also wants to be happy

Then, how should he deal with the terrifying existence in front of him who, relying on the particularity of his authority, directly descended part of his real body?

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"I didn't expect that holy maiden of purification rituals to be polluted by evil gods."

Looking at the big clock tower, Professor Grant looked at everything that happened in the field. He was always as unruly as he was, and he couldn't help sighing:

"However, after paying such a high price, it seems that these two are determined to get the thing underground in the academy this time. I really don't know what they are trying to do."

"The behavior of Eros is understandable. According to our human view, He is a lunatic, so it is not surprising to do anything, but what puzzles me is..."

In the darkness, other old voices came out:

"Another one, why did you do this?"

"..."

A brief silence.

Dim candles flickered, illuminating those extremely old figures.

Most of them were wearing crutches, their faces were covered with age spots, and they exuded a decayed atmosphere. Some of them had just been shaken awake from the coffins they had prepared for themselves.

But even if they are very old, these old people will not be underestimated by anyone, because each of them is an absolute Taishan Beidou in their respective fields. As long as their names are released, it will cause great controversy in the entire academic circle of the empire. earthquake.

They are the true cornerstones of this Santa Maria College.

A total of [-] tenured professors of St. Mary's College, except for Professor Prang who is still fighting against evil gods in the sky, all gathered here.

When they make a decision here, even the head of the college cannot change it.

PS: The book has the most supporting roles to enhance the richness of the plot, and the main characters will not be aggressive. After all, from my writing style, it can be seen that this is a light-hearted story with some sand sculptures, um, probably.

[WEB] 28. Voting

"It seems that we have stayed in the dark underground for too long, and many news from the outside world have lagged behind."

The majestic old man sighed: "Something must have happened that we don't know about."

"That old guy Prang seems to know something, but he didn't tell me, it seems to be because of that silent contract." Professor Grant shrugged.

"Since Prang knows, it doesn't matter, he has his own measure, and those of us old people who have half a foot in the coffin, even if we know, we can't do anything."

"It's so free and easy." Professor Grant whistled habitually.

"Hmph, I don't want to bet on myself before going to sleep."

The old man sneered, looked at Professor Grant and asked:

"So you dragged us all up, maybe you are looking for old people like us who are about to die."

"I also want to catch up on the old days, but now doesn't seem to be the time."

Professor Glenn was rarely serious:

"I called you all up for one thing.

——Do you want to wake up that one now? "

"..."

As Professor Grant's words fell, the entire dark room suddenly fell into silence, only the bellows-like breathing of an old man could be heard.

Everyone seems to be thinking hard about the heaviness contained in the four light words of "Wake that one up".

After a long time, the majestic old man broke the silence and sighed:

"Has the academy come this far?"

"Who said no?"

Professor Grant looked out the window. At this moment, the twelve towers had just risen, nailing the entire academy back to the ground.

"Naturally, with the protection of the second layer of great secret rituals, coupled with Prang's own strength, it can be said that unless the Pope comes personally with a scepter in his hand, I am afraid that no one can beat him.

But the opponent is not human after all. "

Professor Glenn couldn't help but sigh: "Two evil gods teamed up to attack the college, and one of them came in part. This kind of thing is unheard of in the thousand-year history of the college, so let's not care whether Prang can do it or not." To win, we all have to be prepared for the second hand, or the worst."

"What about asking for help?"

Suddenly someone said: "This is Bellrand anyway, and there are quite a few strong ones, and it is impossible for the palace to sit idly by."

"good idea."

Professor Grant snapped his fingers, "But this professor, have you noticed a problem?"

"what?"

"It's too slow. If there are reinforcements, they will come too slowly."

Professor Grant said:

"How far is it from Bellerand? How far is it from the palace? And how fast is the wearer traveling? Or do you think those strong men are blind because of such a big commotion? I roughly calculated, Bell It only takes about 3 to 5 minutes for the top Rand experts from discovering the abnormality here to come to investigate, but how long has it been now?

A little movement now means that..."

Professor Grant raised his head and stared at the slowly approaching blue moon above the sky:

"The entire academy may have been blocked by that one.

In other words, the so-called help was an impossible option from the very beginning. "

"Sounds like a hopeless scene."

After a brief silence, the majestic old man lowered his eyelids, as if he had made a decision:

"Then there is nothing to hesitate, old rules, let's vote, agree to wake up that person... raise your hand."

The majestic old man was the first to raise his hand.

And then there's Professor Grant.

Then, one by one withered arms were lifted up scatteredly.

"Then, the number of people who agree...a total of sixteen."

Professor Glenn took a cursory glance and found that everyone raised their hands except the professor who asked the question just now.

"I still don't think that's right."

The professor sighed:

"This is too cruel for that person."

"But if we don't wake up that person at this time, when he wakes up and finds that the academy has been destroyed, he will definitely be angry."

There was a wry smile on the majestic old man's face, as if he remembered those bad pictures from the long past:

"I don't want to be bloodied by that scolding dog again."

"In that case, let's do it, there's no need to worry about this kind of thing."

Professor Grant clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention:

"Then the second question—who's going to wake that one up?"

"..."

As soon as Professor Grant finished speaking, the room became silent again.

But it was different this time. While everyone was silent, Professor Glenn felt more than a dozen pairs of eyes, all falling on him in unison.

"...You don't want me to go, do you?" Professor Grant's cheek twitched.

"if not?"

The majestic old man raised his eyebrows:

"The only one here who has better legs and feet is you."

"That room is directly accessible by an elevator, bastard! It's not running a marathon for you to go in and call someone!"

Professor Glenn roared: "I was so busy evacuating all the students just now, and even risked my life to save a perverted naked man, and now let me do such a dangerous thing, where is your conscience?"

"Ah, this, cough cough..."

The majestic old man coughed twice with erratic eyes, then suddenly hugged his feet and cried out:

"No, my old cold leg is broken and I can't move it anymore."

"But isn't your old cold leg always left? What are you doing with your right foot?"

"...Most...recently infected?"

"Old cold legs are not onychomycosis, bastard!"

Professor Glenn looked at the others again, "What about you, did your old cold legs commit the same crime?"

"...Ouch, my waist flashed."

"I have hemorrhoids..."

"Protruded lumbar disc..."

"My granddaughter is too naughty, I have to teach her a lesson..."

Under Professor Glenn's shocked gaze, a group of old professors who usually can't walk well, yelled about their own faults, and scattered like wild animals.

But Professor Glenn has never heard of their problems, especially the one who said that his granddaughter is naughty. Your granddaughter is already in her sixties, okay?

The professors dispersed quickly.

A few professors who really couldn't move, silently took out the coffin from the storage space, lay down in it silently, and then closed the lid of the coffin silently under Professor Grant's speechless gaze.

"..."

In the end, in the deserted and silent room, only Professor Gülen was filled with grief and indignation:

"Without Prang, am I the unlucky guy who has to do everything?"

"No, I can't be this unlucky guy. With that one getting up angry, who knows what will happen to her if I call her. I have to find another unlucky guy to take my place."

"Huh? Speaking of unlucky..."

Professor Glenn stroked his chin as if thinking of something, and his expression gradually became cheerful:

"I seem to have a good choice."

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PS: I have something to do today, there are only so many, and I will make up for it tomorrow.

[WEB] 29. Butterfly ([-]D)

"Hiss—where is this?"

Accompanied by the severe pain still remaining in her body, Mu En gradually woke up from the coma and found herself lying in a strange room.

Before he had time to look at the surrounding environment, a smiling old face like a chrysanthemum suddenly appeared in Mu En's sight.

"I'll go, who is it?" Mu En was almost frightened by this old face, but she quickly realized, "You are...Professor Grant?"

"Oh, Mu En, you finally woke up."

Professor Ge Lan stared at Mu En, smiling brightly... and strangely:

"Congratulations, the operation was successful. You are already a beautiful young lady."

"what?"

Mu En was taken aback.

Suddenly frightened.

Secretly thought that the wearer of the crown was so powerful that he could change his gender with just one finger?