Based on Merlin's understanding of Jobutran, he knew that Jobutran was not an angry person.
Joe Butran usually has a smile on his face, but he is always calm even if something happens.
At this moment, he took out the ebony pistol that he was not familiar with, and looked ready to go. It was obvious that he was really angry.
Even Merlin, the great wizard who had lived for thousands of years, was vaguely frightened by the power of the ebony wood.
If Merlin had to take the bullet at close range in this situation, it would have been a headache for him.
Therefore, Merlin could only settle for the next best thing and use words to calm down Jobtran who was on the verge of exploding.
"Explain? What are you going to explain to me?"
Joe Butran gritted his teeth and said fiercely, a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, which showed that at this moment he hated Arthur behind Merlin thoroughly.
Arthur, who was standing behind Merlin, remained silent at this moment, with his hands crossed in front of his chest, looking as if it had nothing to do with him.
The curve of his mouth seemed to be mocking Jobtran's incompetence.
He closed his eyes, not caring at all about the roaring ebony wood, and raised his hand to gently stroke the bangs on his forehead.
"See you at the competition."
Arthur left a comment that puzzled Jobtran, then sneered and turned away.
Merlin took a sideways step and stood in front of Joe Butran who was about to catch up.
He reached out and pressed down on Jobtran's shoulders.
"No matter how angry you are right now, that is not a reason for you to pull out a gun at Miskatonic University."
When Jobtran saw Merlin's posture, he looked up at Merlin's old face with his red eyes.
"It's not my style to keep silent."
But he stopped the infusion of energy and put the ebony back into the gun bag.
Then Jobtran told Merlin everything that Arthur had planned. The more Merlin listened, the darker the cloud on his face became.
Merlin remained silent, and Jobtran took it all in.
"If you don't do anything, I'll be very disappointed in you."
After saying this, Joe Butran looked a few years older.
Merlin looked at Jobtran walking away from him and sighed secretly, thinking that he had disappointed the kid.
"I will give you the chance to kill him yourself at the annual competition, but not now."
Merlin said softly, and Jobtran paused as he was walking away. Then he turned back and looked at Merlin.
"Okay, I'll remember that."
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It was already late at night when Joe Butran returned to the dormitory.
Columbia had already fallen asleep in bed, holding a life-size pillow of Selina in his arms. A drop of saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth, which looked very funny, but Joe Butran couldn't laugh.
He washed up hastily and lay down on the bed, only to then remember that he had not had time to check the various messages on his ID card.
After taking out his ID card from his pocket and seeing the messages of greeting and inquiry from his friends, Joe Butran felt a little relieved, but sad at the same time.
On the ID card, the information in the contact column of Sif will always stay at the last message that you have read.
"Have you eaten yet? Can I bring you some food from the cafeteria? I think today's roast spring chicken is delicious."
These words revealed a hint of Sif's former concern for him, but now the bespectacled literary girl Sif had turned into ashes with the mud plow.
After reading the information word by word, Jobtran closed his eyes tiredly.
Columbia's snoring, as he slept soundly, was like thunder, stimulating Jobtran's somewhat weakened nerves.
He couldn't sleep tonight.
His heart was in turmoil and his thoughts were in disarray.
It seems that I have let my guard down too much since I came to the comfortable environment of Miskatonic University.
The pace of life is so different from the previous life as an investigator who had to face danger every day. I seem to have been slowly numbed by the comfort of this academy.
As the saying goes,
"We don't worry about thieves stealing, we only worry about thieves thinking about it."
Arthur's appearance sounded the alarm for Jobtran.
Yes, he has the strength and wisdom to protect himself, but he cannot protect his woman.
Becoming stronger has become his obsession.
This is not the first time that I have felt this kind of powerlessness. The last time was the tragic death of Tristana, and this time it was the death of Sif.
Various images appeared in his mind one by one. Jobtran couldn't sleep, so he simply gritted his teeth, changed into sportswear, and went downstairs alone.
Before daybreak, he was already sweating profusely on the lawn, running hundreds of laps back and forth.
My shirt was completely soaked, but the emotions pressing on my chest were as firm as a rock.
He ignored the strange looks from the people around him until his legs felt like they were filled with lead and he could no longer move, and until his arms could no longer wave, then he sat on a bench by the lawn, gasping for breath and taking a rest.
Leaning against the hard back of the chair, Jobtran squinted his eyes and looked at the sun slowly rising over the horizon.
"Don't be too sad."
Professor Robert sat down next to Jobtran and handed him a paper bag.
Inside the paper bag was just an ordinary ham sandwich and a cup of warm milk coffee.
"How do you know?"
Joe Butran took the paper bag, took out the sandwich, took a small bite, and put it down without eating any more.
“Seeing your unusual reaction, I more or less guessed something.
I’m not stupid.”
Professor Robert himself held a cup of coffee in his hand and took a sip.
"People should always look forward and not think too much."
Faced with Professor Robert's comfort, Jobtran didn't know what to say.
His mouth opened slightly but then closed again.
The two people sat in silence, not saying a word.
Professor Robert knew better than anyone that Jobtran did not need too many words to comfort him at this moment, all he wanted was the company of his companions.
Professor Robert slowly put down the empty cup in his hand and patted Jobtran on the shoulder.
"I have to go to class now, take care of yourself."
After that, Joe Butran was left sitting alone on the bench.
Jobtran glanced at the sandwich beside him, but still picked it up and ate it hastily.
He raised the coffee in the cup and drank it all in one gulp.
Throwing the garbage brought by Professor Robert into the trash can, Jobtran walked towards the teaching building, ready to start this new day.
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"Wow, this classmate is so awesome.
One person answers all the questions.”
"The answer is not the problem, the perfect answer is the difficulty."
"Where did this fierce guy come from?"
"I don't know where he came from, but it is said that he can be found in every department."
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, you guys don’t know this, this is Joe Butron, a freshman in the Department of Mystical Knowledge Studies.
It is said that he will challenge the Student Council President Arthur next."
"Ah, this? Isn't this too much?"
"You know nothing. I'm just trying to break the record set by the president."
“This is too strong.”