Under, Elden Sword Saint

You are the murderer!

There was a muffled sound of leather boots tapping on the floor, and a group of people in various robes came down the corridor.

Both sides of the corridor were already full of night mages, all of them holding staffs and holding daggers in their hands, exuding a serious and dull aura in silence.

“Gathering us in the middle of the night, what’s going on?”

“I don’t know. The wise man only said that something important happened.”

The wise men were whispering, and there were two dragging behind, one in blue and one in red. They looked at each other and saw the solemnity in each other’s eyes.

As wise men with their own forces, they are far more informed than others, and have already learned that an infiltrator has been captured on the other side of the swamp.

It’s just that seeing this situation as if facing a formidable enemy, I felt that it was far from being as simple as in the notification. The two moved their lips silently, but they could understand each other’s meaning.

“Guwei, what’s wrong with you?”

“Impossible, at least it wasn’t done by my people.” The thin red-robed man shook his head, looked forward, and continued: “But yesterday, a corrupt family member was killed. According to judgment, it was done by pyroxene magic.”

The pupils of the blue-robed wise man with a towering hooked nose narrowed slightly, and violent killing intent was gathering in his pupils, as if he had changed from a wise man to a butcher in an instant.

“Why hide it?!”

“Sorry, Mr. Campore, there are still doubts about this matter, and they are beyond my control.” Gewei nodded slightly, obviously in a very low posture.

As a wise man, he is very different from Campore. The latter is a remnant of the Origin School in Selia, a stubborn disease that even General Broken Star cannot eradicate, and he is just a miscellaneous scientist known for his knowledge.

The real origin magicians are known for killing, and their peers are just material in the eyes of them, but Campore didn’t care about getting angry, and the long corridor has come to an end.

A majestic red lion knight stood guard at the door, making all the wise men feel bad to the extreme.

And the great wise man Edley, who looked tired, was standing beside the knight, pressing down his hands to keep everyone quiet, and said forcefully:

“Sorry for bringing everyone together so late.”

None of the dozen or so wise men spoke, and they all quietly waited for his explanation.

“Tonight, when Knight Ayla was patrolling, he found a magician who was hunted down.” The wise man swallowed, and added to the bewildered crowd:

“According to preliminary observations, this is a magician from the classroom of Ollie Venice, Real Lucaria Academy.”

What?

The wise men looked at each other in blank dismay. Of course they knew about this classroom. As one of the oldest classrooms in the college, the original founders came from Selia, but time passed, and the two parties had little contact.

There was a letter before, and the upper management of Seria already knew something happened in the academy, but how did they come here, and why were they hunted down?

“Your Majesty, are you sure?”

Hearing someone ask a question, Edley cast his gaze, and frowned slightly when he saw that it was Gewei. He hated this magical ability very much., but loves to sing a different tune.

“Preliminary confirmation, so I asked everyone to come and have a look together, and by the way, find out why he was hunted down.” He clasped his fingers on his stomach, and glanced at everyone, “Selia and Rhea Lukaria Being allies of each other and killing people under our noses, it would be too disrespectful to us.”

These words are very serious, but considering that the Magic Academy came all the way, there will never be only one person. Combined with the words of ‘chasing and killing’, it can be seen that things are unusual.

Campore glanced at Gewei again, seeing that the latter had a bewildered expression, frowning tightly, and simply passed the wise man, and directly opened the door, while the latter raised his eyebrows, and did not scold such arrogance.

crunch —

The wooden door opened, and there was a lounge in the room, and a perfumer in an apron was standing by the door.

There is a single bed in the middle, on which leans a magician wearing an Onivelis hood, and there is a small square table next to the bed, on which there are academy-style pyroxene staff and magic robes.

No problem, these are the old-fashioned and ridiculous pyroxene mages in my impression, so when did they come, and who were they hunting down?

Not to mention that the leaders of the opposition were equally confused. All the wise men entered the room, and the small lounge was immediately packed to the brim.

Looking at the strange magician, some wise men didn’t understand, so they asked:

“Why is this man taking off his clothes and wearing a hood?”

“Oh, the people of Rhea Lucaria are like this, unless they die, they will never take it off.”

The words of explanation were unanimously affirmed, and the vast majority of wise men knew the pathological persistence of the Magic Academy.

And they were looking at Tang En, who was also watching the group of high-level people in Selia. Of course, his gaze was trembling like a frightened small animal.

Guwei? Sure enough, this bastard has been lurking for a long time. Who is the blue-robed wise man beside him? He looks quite powerful.

Tang En remembered it in his heart, and then saw the blue-robed wise man coming to the bed, and his sharp eyes locked on himself.

“Who are you?”

His tone was cold, without the nerdy air of an academy magician, but like a cold killer.

This aura directly ‘scared’ Tang En so much that he didn’t dare to move. He became unresponsive like a shutdown, and there was a roar of laughter in the room. The wise man who had doubts at first also believed it.

Just as the academy despises Seria’s impurity, the cowardly and fearful magic academy here is also not interested in it. This stupid appearance is in line with their cognition.

“Your Excellency Campore, please don’t treat your allies with this attitude. The magicians recruited at the back of the academy are different from Selia.” The wise man coughed lightly, and the laughter stopped. He walked to the bed and said to Tang En He asked kindly:

“I’m the wise man Edley. The incident happened suddenly. Now I need you to answer a few questions.”

This slightly kind old man finally brought Tang En back to his senses, he quickly stood up and performed a magician salute.

The etiquette is natural, obviously after a long and rigorous training, and even the voice is full of the unique tone of the academy.

“Ven Carl, the second-level lecturer in Olivier’s classroom, salutes you. My research direction is the connection between meteors and pyroxenes, the magical application of meteor-like pyroxenes, and…”

“Okay, I didn’t question your identity, Lecturer Wayne.” Aidelai stopped the other party, having confirmed that this person came out of the academy 100%, only they would talk about theories.

In fact, it doesn’t matter if he has all the rosters of the Academy of Magic. This is not just talking nonsense. Tang En read a lot of papers when he was in the academy, and memorized the research content of each author.

However, Tang En’s gaze suddenly became contemptuous, as if he was looking down on these big and rough Seria, which made people angry and convinced.

If there is no problem with identity, then the next step will be easy.

“How did you come to Garrett?”

“Because Stonewell was blocked, the pyroxene dragon Smarag transported us here, landed from the north of Gaelid, and then went south secretly.”

“Why don’t you come directly to Selia?”

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“The Red Lions are hunting dragons in the north, we are afraid of being accidentally injured.”

The wise man was stunned for a moment, then nodded. This also makes sense. The Academy of Magic is an ally of Selia, not the Red Lion Legion. According to his understanding, the academy is very fond of that baby pyroxene dragon.

“Very good, Lecturer Wayne, now please tell me, what is your mission, and why are you the only one left to reach Selia?”

“We have come to capture the traitor Serlian.”

“What crime did she commit?” Edley leaned forward and stared at him.

“I don’t know, but she and an unknown traitor caused heavy losses to the academy. Professor Oritis wants Seria to cooperate in the arrest.” Tang En replied honestly, but he sneered in his heart.

This old boy looks harmless to humans and animals, but in the end, every sentence is a scam. It is impossible for the second-level lecturer to know about the origin magician. If he leaks his words, he will die.

Tang En licked his lips in deliberation, and his voice became lower and lower: “This mission was led by Yuge, the first-level lecturer in Haimo Classroom, but we bypassed the flying dragon and avoided the red lion, but fell on the ground. In the hands of the allies!”

“Who did it?”

The magician was silent, he was tangled and hesitant, and then when Aidelai pressed for the second time, this tangled turned into anger.

As if he was going all out, he raised his trembling fingers and pointed at the wise men who were eating melons and watching dramas all over the room.

“It’s you night magicians!”

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