About a few days later.
Havenright, the splendid main hall of the palace.
"Filthy infidels, what have you done to the king?"
Grant spoke, his face as cold as if he had just been fished out of a frozen lake. Not far in front of him, several guys in weird clothes fell to the ground. Most of them had been killed by light threads piercing their chests. Only an old man was left, leaning over to cover the wound on his stomach, with the last trace of his body still remaining. tone.
In the main hall, besides them and Grant, there were many priests standing. The priests looked at the people who fell on the ground in unison, and the disgust in their eyes was self-evident.
"It's nothing, we just taught His Majesty some of the true meaning of the goddess." However, as the last survivor, the injured old man just raised his head, smiled at Grant, and replied.
"Enough! There is only one supreme God in the world." The priest next to him immediately retorted loudly, "Ignorant aliens, not only do you degenerate yourself and follow the deep sea succubus, you even try to get involved in the territory of God. It's simply It’s a crime that cannot be punished!”
But the old man was like a fighting cock with the cage open. He suddenly became energetic and said with wide eyes: "How dare a group of sinners who believe in the filthy light dare to talk about the goddess? I tell you, one day, the punishment of the goddess will come to you. On everyone’s head!”
"What filthy light? If you dare to slander God like this, God will definitely punish you!"
"Do you think I will be afraid? The goddess is watching each of us. In order to fulfill the goddess's will, even if I die because of it, my soul will be holy, not as dirty as those of you who follow the cult."
"you… "
The old man closed his eyes, folded his hands on his chest, and said piously: "Everything is the will of the goddess."
The faces of several young priests nearby were almost crooked with anger.
Grant did not lose his temper and showed no interest in participating in the religious debate. He just condensed another extreme light thread and passed through the old man's shoulder.
Suddenly, there was a scream, and the old man covered his shoulders and fell to the ground in pain.
"Remove the evil spell you have cast on the king, otherwise, we will ensure that your life is worse than death." Although there was uncontrollable anger in his voice, it was obvious that the reason for Grant's anger was different from that of the young priests.
"I can't relieve it." The old man endured the pain and raised his head and said, "After being inspired by the goddess, Your Majesty has gained peace of mind. No one can take this peace away."
Grant closed his eyes and shook his head.
As the last ray of light flew by, a small hole appeared in the old man's heart, and his life came to an end. The priests present looked at the corpses of these "heretics" with different eyes, and finally turned their heads away in disgust, unwilling to take another look.
"Your Majesty the Pope, the timing of the appearance of this group of heretics is unusual." An older bishop spoke with profound meaning, "They just appeared at the most critical moment of the Eastern Expedition. Don't you think that all of this happened?" Is it too much of a coincidence?”
Grant turned his head.
"You mean... the Magic Academy has joined forces with these overseas pagans?"
"It's very possible." The bishop said slowly, "In fact, during the attack and defense of Rock City, there was a magic similar to the Deep Sea Banshee."
When Grant heard this, he couldn't help but frown, showing a troubled expression.
-At the critical moment of the Eastern Expedition, he had to turn back halfway due to internal turmoil, and his previous efforts were wasted. His mood at the moment was obviously not that happy.
The anger welling up in his heart even made him want to go out to sea and wipe out all the heretics!
But eventually, he gradually calmed down.
"Once word of this incident comes out, it will definitely be used by the nobles and royal forces to make a fuss. We must solve the evil spell planted in the king."
The bishop nodded upon hearing this: "That's natural."
Grant took a deep breath, glanced at everyone in the hall, and finally said nothing, turned around, and quickly left the place, disappearing from everyone's sight. The priests looked at his leaving figure and became quiet for a moment. In addition to the natural reverence and piety in their eyes, they could not help but also have a little fear and suspicion.
at the same time.
Far away on the other side of the continent, Benjamin returned to the Magic Academy. He could finally sit comfortably on the sofa in his dean's room and couldn't help but stretch.
"Finally... I can finally take a break."
Wallis stood in the dean's room, seeing this, he shook his head helplessly.
"Dean, we have just returned to the college, and there is still a lot of work to be done." He opened the booklet in his mouth and said slowly, "In this Icor aid battle, the college sent a total of 120 Seventeen mages and 725 students. After several battles, a total of 210 people were lost, most of whom were just students. I think this is a cruel thing for the entire academy. fact."
After hearing this, Benjamin could only regain his seriousness, sighed, and stood up from the sofa.
Of course he knew what that meant.
The Magic Academy is a place where mages are trained. It is a school. However, just a year after they opened, almost one-tenth of the first batch of students died before they graduated. Fortunately, there is no education bureau in this world, otherwise the next day, their college would be sealed off by a swarm of officials.
This world does not have a death rate as low as modern civilization, but in this case... they must give an explanation to the students, and even more to the outside world, otherwise it will definitely affect the reputation of the college and their future development.
"Calculate the list of sacrifices carefully. We need a memorial service at the opening ceremony of next semester." Benjamin said in a heavy tone, thought for a moment, and added, "By the way, don't forget to send the list to Ikorna." By the way, the pension still has to come from the official pockets of Icol.”
Wallis nodded: "Of course."
Benjamin patted him on the shoulder and said, "Okay, if you have nothing else to do, you can go back and rest. The vacation only ends in a month, so you can take a few days to do these things."
"Then...don't we need to make an announcement to the outside world about this aid to Ikol?" Wallis did not leave in a hurry, but asked again, "We'd better make it clear that this behavior is not for profit. , let alone selling students’ lives as cannon fodder. Otherwise, this incident may scare away some potential students.”
"Is there any explanation for this? We are fighting for the benefit of all mages." Benjamin said matter-of-factly.
"But there may still be people who feel that the college does not care about students' lives, so they dare not sign up, right?" Wallis said helplessly, spreading his hands.
"Those who are greedy for life and afraid of death, what do you want them to do?" Benjamin snorted coldly, showing a serious expression, "Enter the academy and become a mage, and one day you will stand directly on the battlefield between churches. This time to assist Icol, you You’ve seen a lot of free mages who are ‘staying out of things’, right? Hiding in the mountains and forests, covering your ears, thinking that the church won’t come to your door. Do you yearn for that kind of life?”
Wallis closed the book and shook his head.
"So... if this sacrifice can filter out those cowards who like to deceive themselves and others, what is the need to make a statement?" Benjamin walked to the window, looked at the students coming and going on the sidewalk, and said slowly, "What we cultivate is Elites, not trash.”
After hearing this, Wallis said nothing more, nodded in agreement, turned and left the dean's office.