The target Vest is the ultimate boss

The opening ceremony was postponed until five days after the end of the investigation class, as if this would dilute the shadow of death hanging over the academy.

Magic is the weapon of the upper class, the stuff of the top people, especially the descendants of the royal family. Magic is only used as a matchmaker to make friends with the powerful, so 90% of the students at Imperial College come from nobles and bureaucrats.

Students sit on benches, elegant as bronze mannequins, ready to hold a cup of tea at any moment.The cutting and layout of their robes are custom-made by the family, and the corners of the robes are embroidered with totem dark patterns, which can only be seen with a magnifying glass.

Low-key luxury is in line with the aesthetics of the imperial capital, which is beyond the comprehension of the nouveau riche who worship local tyrants.

The headmaster is an old man with thinning hair. He is one of the sages in the magic tower. His movements are slow and his eyes are dull. Staff.

But the old man was anything but simple.

Since Albert threw Sid on the side of the road like rubbish last time, the Holy Academy has repeatedly sent people to talk to the academy and asked the guards to enter the academy, but they were always blocked by the principal.

There are very few people in this world who dare to challenge the Holy Court.

Seat ordering is dictated by the Faculty.Sid sat in the first row, beside the other prefects.With Sid present, the proud children sat very neatly, not daring to show their air.

I'm afraid that Master Shengzi will kill himself with a snap of his fingers.

The speeches at the opening ceremony of Imperial College are similar every year, without the decoration of beautiful rhetoric and modifiers.In a huge auditorium, the speech with a dull voice was like a woodpecker lingering in the air for several hours, and finally stopped in the nearly suffocating prayers of the students.

After the meeting was over, the dean of the first grade came to Sid.

"Good day, my lord," she bowed, "The principal invites you to come over."

Through the corridor of wisteria, Sid followed the dean to the school committee meeting room.

There are many people sitting in the room.

The meeting room was built into a vaulted hall like a cathedral hall. The door was more than ten meters away from the long table. When the principal's staff struck the floor, there was an ethereal echo in the sky.

The sun shone through the long windows on the floor, but it was so dead that it reminded Sid of the chambers of Chelter House and made him breathless.

When closing the door, Sid noticed double shadows of magic patterns rolling across the surrounding walls.This is the signal for the activation of the exorcism and anti-anti-magic circle.

He swept over the long table and found that many of the guests were sages in the pagoda and the heads of powerful families.

At the same time, all the sharp gazes focused on him, like a pack of wolves finding a lamb that was left alone.

Obviously, these high-ranking and powerful people all came for the Holy Son of Light.

A woman stood up, with five silver stars and ancient languages ​​tattooed on her shoulders.She lowered her neck, raised her skirt and knelt in Sid's direction: "I am the chief astrologer of the Magic Tower, Cynthia von Brooke."

She was wearing a corset dress and a python cloak, and when she shook off the dress, there was a streamer of dark lines.This is common attire for astrologers.

The Son raised his chin: "I've heard your name before."

"I want to ask my lord—" The female astrologer stared straight at the Son, her eyes were like a hawk, "What happened to Prouvelle? Why is the energy fluctuation of the temple so abnormal recently?"

Sid narrowed his eyes.

He maintained a steady rhythm of breathing so that others would not notice the abnormality.

"Nothing happened. I don't understand what you're talking about."

laugh--

He heard a very frivolous laugh and turned his head.A general in the field sat across from him, laughing happily.

"Cherter's stinkin' kid is a real boss. Put your upturned face down and tell the truth. I can smell enough of milk on you!"

The general and Chelt hadn't had much to deal with.

But thanks to his blunt words, Sid has calmed down from the panic.

Sid didn't know how far the astrologers had explored the truth, but if they had the news of Prouvel's death, they would never be able to sit here and wait patiently for his answer.

He closed his eyes, imagining himself as an emotionless hedgehog: "If you accuse me with such an attitude, please forgive me for having no comment."

"you--"

"Please calm down, General Black."

The focus of everyone's attention turned to the speaker, who was the principal of the Imperial College sitting at the end of the long table.

The boy with silver hair and golden eyes opened his eyes full of arrogance.Facing Black's glare, he just brushed the wisteria flowers that had fallen on his shoulders.

Arrogant, disdainful.

The Holy Son came here to represent the face of the Holy Court.

As for the Holy Court, they are usually too lazy to talk nonsense with mortals.

The headmaster gestured for Cynthia to sit down, and stood up with a simple staff.He came to the young man, fumbled for the staff, and slowly bowed down.

"You have done well, child. I know you have done many good things for the human empire." The old man sighed, "Dear Son of Light, please believe in our loyalty to Prouvel. This is not a holy house full of traitors The people who can sit here have all fought bloody battles for the human empire."

Sid knew that he was telling the truth, and all the people he saw were the meritorious ministers when Thrall founded the country.

More importantly, no one's surname is on the list of the Dark Guild.

But fighting bloody battles for the Imperium of Man?

Sid's gaze quietly swept across the faces of the crowd.

Maybe it was.Although the Duke of Chelter is annoying, he has one sentence very accurately.

The world of adults only has interests.

He doesn't believe it.

The old man with icy beard and snowy temples gasped a few times, as if standing here talking to the Holy Son was wasting his energy in vain.

He continued: "My lord, if you refuse to speak. Then let me ask you some questions. If I'm right, you can just nod your head?"

Sid said nothing.The headmaster noticed his fingers curled up slightly.

"On the day of prayer a month ago, you saw some small abnormalities in the temple. The father may have gone out, or he may have been sick. In short, the spiritual ripples he left in the temple have faded. You have noticed This, so, you—" When he said this, the cunning elder paused for a while.

The Holy Son of Light just looked into the distance casually, as if he didn't hear him speak.

For Sid, who has lived in the Duke's house for 17 years, it is too familiar to put on airs.He doesn't know how to deal with the old fox's difficulties, but he knows how to ignore others arrogantly.

"—So, in order not to let those who are interested find out, you reproduced Prouvel's spiritual ripples, and refilled the magic elements in the Temple of Light, so as to fake the illusion that Prouvel is still in the temple. Am I guessing right? ,grown ups?"

Sid didn't answer, his eyes swept across the long table, he closed his jaw, and nodded slightly.

All the people present here are big figures who have experienced many hardships in the magic world and the political arena. They are calm on the surface, but turbulent waves are surging in their hearts.

According to feedback from historical astrology, Prouvel has not left the temple for nearly ten thousand years.

Where did he go? !

Sid knew very well that various forces were peeping at the Temple of Light.Besides humans, there are other races.

In the days when the God of Light died, it was he who had been filling the temple with a huge amount of magic power of the light breath, so as to keep Prouvel still alive in the temple.But during the three days when he was in a coma, because the Holy Son was absent from the morning prayer ceremony, some of these energies dissipated from the temple.

Therefore, the sages in the magic tower who watched the sky caught the anomaly.

This means that perhaps other races, dwarves, elves, dragons, orcs and undead, etc., have also discovered this.

Blake: "Where's Prouvel?"

"He's gone. The rest, I don't know."

Black didn't stop talking, and continued to question: "In this case, why don't you show us how you forged Prouvel's breath."

The principal frowned, and he interrupted in a deep voice: "General Black, your sense of confrontation is too much. The Son has just recovered."

Blake spread out on the chair, crossed his legs, and said, "If this kid can really do it, let me show you, it will be as easy as drinking breakfast milk!"

He did not believe the explanation given by the headmaster of the college.

It is a little too arrogant and absurd to pretend to be a trace of a god with a human body.

Sid stopped the principal who spoke for him: "It's okay."

He closed his eyes.

Then, as when kneeling in the thorn cage of the Temple of Light, the Son raised his finger.He didn't recite the incantation, countless light elements condensed at his fingertips, and rushed to the flaming dragon lamp tens of feet high directly above the long table like a bamboo.

Thick and complicated magic patterns wrapped the crystal surface of the chandelier like golden waves, expanded to the outside, sealed the walls and long windows together, and floated flocculent light chips in the mid-air of the empty hall, trembling like stars in the universe Falling silently.

For most people, this is not too grand a scene.But everyone felt the breeze mixed with great coercion blowing head-on, and the breath was holy and noble, which made people kneel down involuntarily, and went on a pilgrimage to the bright light.

The spring wind turns into rain, as if a miracle is coming again.

Black watched coldly, with a stiff sneer remaining on his lips, but stopped speaking.The chief astrologer held out the crystal ball and nodded to the principal with excited eyes.

At this moment, the headmaster's mood is not amazing, but dignified.

You must know that De Hai, who is praised as the greatest son of light, could only create such a scene in the Pope's era at his peak.

But the young master of the Cheert family is still underage... What did those old men in the Holy Court do to this child?

After a long time, Sid dissipated the elements from his fingertips and restored the elegant and indifferent posture of the Son of Light.

"Can I go first?" There was some weakness in his voice.

"There is one last question, Master Shengzi," said an army sergeant who Sid could not name, "Do you know who opened the seal of the plane under the mountain?"

The Son of God glared at him: "This kind of thing should be handed over to the investigation team."

The man gave a military salute, lowered his head, and said calmly, "You are right, my lord."

The headmaster of Imperial College opened the door of the conference room for Sid.

Sid wondered if he was doing well enough.Blake is just one of the most intense encounters, and the stronger characters are still acting as invisible people.

He recognized an old woman sitting in a corner. She was the oldest person in the magic tower, and she served in the court, instructing the royal family on arcane arts. Because of her powerful mana and kind personality, she was called the fairy godmother, but He didn't even lift his eyelids.

He is under suspicion.

In other words, Chelt was suspected.

He looked worriedly at the night sky.

Then sneezed.

……

When Canias returned to the apartment after his evening class, he saw the Holy Son leaning on the red pine couch, the light of the magic fireplace shining on the tip of his white and greasy nose.

Looking closer, the boy was only wearing a loose nightgown, and there was still a layer of peach-like powder floating on his face.

Sid squinted his eyes halfway, he felt his cheeks were hot, and a familiar voice was calling him softly, which made him feel annoyed.

Little Shengzi opened his eyes dissatisfied, and stared forward.

A little sleepy.

Getting sleepier.

sleepy.

Sid stared at the figure in a daze.

He stared at the shadow for a long time, as if he had discovered an amazing little secret.

He asked in a low voice: "Alder, do you know how to clone?"