Outside the ward, Huang Lin was sitting on the seat with a vicious expression on his face. Dean Jackson was watching him, as if to prevent him from drawing his sword to kill someone at any time.
Master Xuexiu Dewitt has already left. After all, it is impossible for him to wait here, even if that student is a genius.
Charlie stood by the wall with a desolate face, and he was in a state of confusion, recalling details one after another in his mind.
"It's impossible, it doesn't make sense, I really didn't do anything."
"Could it be food? No, I checked everything I ate..."
At this moment, the door of the ward was opened, and a doctor came out.
Huang Lin and others walked up and asked, "How is the situation?"
"Not very optimistic." The doctor shook his head: "His muscles and soft tissues were contused extensively all over his body, and there was a slight fracture on the collarbone side. It seems that they were all squeezed by the half-half force field. There are also problems with the internal organs. , He seems to be malnourished for a long time, and he is still doing high-intensity exercise, which has caused organ failure." Speaking of this, he subconsciously looked at Charlie, whose face was a little ugly.
When Huang Lin and the others heard it, they didn't say anything, they just looked at Charlie and sneered.
The doctor continued: "However, we have already prescribed these medicines. Given his physique, he should be able to recover within a week or two."
"And his blood, breathing, and heartbeat are all normal, but he just doesn't wake up, as if he's in a coma. To be honest, I've only heard of such a strange disease."
Huang Lin frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"
"It is said that this kind of thing has happened to some people before. After suffering a huge physical or mental trauma, the brain cannot function normally, and the whole person sleeps until the end of life." The doctor saw Huang Lin excitedly. With double eyes, he quickly added: "I'm just guessing. In short, normal treatment methods are useless. I think it's better to find some knights with healing abilities. Some of them may be rescued. Or think of other ways, the patient is likely to be The spirit was greatly stimulated."
Jackson sent the doctor away: "I see, thank you."
Huang Lin had already turned his head, fixed his eyes on Charlie, and said coldly: "Storm Swordsman who has been in office for three months, a genius who surpassed his voice in one month, it's just here... What on earth are you doing?" What are you doing?"
"I..." Charlie was bitter for a while, and wanted to say something, but couldn't say anything.
Seeing that Huang Lin was about to commit murder, the dean patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't be impulsive."
At this moment, another black-robed knight walked in, also from the staff of the Royal Knights Association, looking at Charlie with pity in his eyes.
Obviously, he was outside just now, and he had already asked the doctor about the diagnosis.
He looked at Charlie and said, "Come on, Charlie, my lord wants to see you."
In normal times, as a knight, he would never dare to talk to Charlie, the titled knight, like this, but now Charlie has no time to care about these things.
He bowed to Huang Lin and said, "This matter really has nothing to do with me, but I will definitely find out who did it."
After speaking, he left with his colleagues.
No matter how uneasy and uneasy he was, Charlie followed his colleagues into the temporary office of the association in the college step by step.
At some point along the way, dozens of staff from the association had gathered. These leading staff from the association looked at Charlie with pity, and some looked at him as if they were an idiot.
As for those people brought by Charlie, they were all taken to different rooms for interrogation.
A 16-year-old storm swordsman, a genius who surpassed the speed of sound, was assassinated in this way. The president of the Royal Knights Association, even though he was far away in the imperial capital, his thunderous wrath could already be imagined by everyone present.
What's more, there are absolutely more than one or two important people involved behind Fang Xingjian's back. Just the presence of the previous master Xuexiu, you can see how much attention he has received.
When he walked to the door of the office, Charlie's legs couldn't help shaking, and the colleague on the side smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, go in."
Charlie took a deep breath, and the center of his mind continued to function, before he forcibly suppressed the tension in his heart.
He pushed open the door and walked in, and he could see the old man in a black robe inlaid with gold standing proudly under the sunlight shining through the window, looking up at the direction outside the window.
After Charlie came in, he didn't dare to speak, but just stood there, looking down at the ground, as if there were flowers on the ground.
As time passed, the old man kept looking at the scenery outside the window, as if there was something beautiful outside the window, the room was silent, and Charlie gradually could only hear his own breathing.
Sweat began to protrude from his forehead, and he felt the pressure in the room growing. He knew that the other party was deliberately teasing him, but he didn't dare to have any thoughts at the moment.
Finally, after more than 20 minutes passed, just after Charlie felt that the air seemed to be thickening, the old man spoke.
"Charlie, do you remember the principles of the association?"
Charlie swallowed, and said bitterly, "Absolutely neutral."
"Yes, absolutely neutral. The Knights Association manages the affairs of all knights in the entire country. It represents countless forces that can charge forward and destroy cities and countries. Can you imagine what will happen once such forces start fighting each other? result?"
Charlie didn't speak, just lowered his head even more.
The old man went on to say: "You Fang Xingjian, what did you do?"
Charlie said with a bitter face: "I... I really didn't do anything."
The old man shook his head: "The work of the association is not suitable for you, so you don't want to do it. But a titled knight can't do nothing, get ready and go to the Southern Crusade."
The Imperial Southern Crusade, responsible for suppressing the Knights Legion in the southern part of the Empire.
Southern Border is full of various snakes, insects, rats and ants, various ethnic minorities, and various dangerous beasts. It can be said that it is the most chaotic, dangerous and poorest area in the entire empire.
In the southern border, the Southern Crusade is the most difficult legion in the entire empire. When it arrives in the southern border, it is basically tantamount to being dispatched.
What's more, even if he can survive with his titled knight physique, what about his wife, his son, and his parents.
Charlie's face suddenly turned extremely pale, and he looked at the old man like a ghost.
He opened his mouth, and his voice was so hoarse that even he couldn't feel it: "My lord, please give me a chance."
"If you want a chance, you should explain it carefully." The old man ignored him: "I will give you a month, and the association will review the shitty things you did in the academy this time, but keep your mouth shut Something happened to beheaded."
Charlie's face seemed to be ten years old all of a sudden, and his spine bent down all of a sudden, as if all the energy had been sucked out of him.
Going to the southern border, no matter the land, resources, or population are extremely scarce, and it is far away from the imperial capital, I am afraid that it will be forgotten in a few years.
There wasn't even a qualified state academy for the Royal Knights there.
This not only cut off his way forward, but also cut off his personal breakthrough in force.
There is no academy, no resources, and even very few people to communicate with. How difficult it is to break through purely by one's own talent.
Seemingly anticipating Charlie's appearance, the old man shook his head, sighed and said, "A 16-year-old storm swordsman, a 16-year-old sonic swordsman, what a talent. Do you know that such a genius, when he grows up, How much can be done for the empire."
The next moment, his voice turned cold: "Some people stretch their hands too far."
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"The first prince's hand is stretched too far." Dewitt said coldly, "In recent years, he has become more and more domineering, capturing and subduing geniuses at will. In order to practice the map of hell, countless people have been destroyed. Public resentment boiled over."
Beside DeWitt, a black-haired man with a handsome face stood there. He was exactly DeWitt's aide, the Westerner Li Hong.
Hearing DeWitt's complaint, Li Hong nodded and said: "There is no way, I heard that the eldest prince got the realm of the overlord by mistake, so he has acted more and more directly over the years. I am dead, and I cannot tolerate the slightest disobedience."
"Although such an eldest prince's strength has grown by leaps and bounds, his power is in the hands of the government and the public, and he is even expected to be promoted to the god level, but I'm afraid..."
DeWitt sneered, if such an eldest prince inherits the throne, he might force a group of knights to rebel.
However, even he didn't dare to mention this kind of thing. He just frowned and thought: "What is your majesty thinking? Especially in the past few years, your majesty's closed-door practice has been extended, and every time you leave the closed-door training, your aura becomes more and more serious. Unfathomable. But the grasp of the court is getting less and less, could it be... "
Suddenly, a possibility flashed into DeWitt's mind, and he couldn't help shaking.
He shook his head, put this possibility out of his mind, and muttered to himself: "It's a pity that Fang Xingjian is a good seed, a supersonic genius at the age of 16, if he grows up, he can assist that one."