Chapter 365

Throughout the day, the atmosphere in the college capital was depressing.

Not long ago, the great mage, stim arenzhe, captured an evil god, the irrational one. Her brain was permanently cut off, and the undead evil god was transformed into a magic pregnant object, which was called the magic mother.

In normal times, magic mothers and babies are sealed in the big library to store magic. Only the magic dinner once a decade can be released, which leads to a magic tide in the college capital.

In general, this magic tide is reflected in the reality that the aurora appears in the sky. Ordinary people can watch the beautiful scenery at most once, and nothing else will happen.

Only the presence of magic will react to the magic tide.

If the low magic power can not resist the magic tide, it will be carried by the tide, and the remaining magic power in the body will be extracted and mixed into the tide.

The closer we get to the center of the tide, the greater the intensity, so at magic dinners, those who are not able to hold magic will stay away from the capital of the Academy.

If you can resist the power of extraction, you can get magic from the magic tide, and some things that are carried by the magic tide.

Of course, these gains can only be said to be a few corners. The real harvest is at the center of the magic dinner party. In the magic mother's place, it is not only because she can nurture magic, she can also breed some other things.

The killing of an observer at MOBIS college is a big news.

Some students think that it was some radical students who did it. After all, there were some remarks in the college before that. The arrival of the audit students would pollute the purity of the college and lower the grade of the college.

Usually in the college capital, some upper class people also look down on those garbage people who get their identity because of interests.

Not all the nobles are rich. Many so-called nobles are actually very down and down because of poor management or other reasons. However, they still have to squeeze out funds to dress up for the sake of their dignity.

This has led to the argument that the best interests are stolen by the filthy, damned trash.

Conflicts have always existed, and sometimes even vicious incidents may occur. Activists believe that killing those garbage people can get their wealth back. There are also such activists on some campuses. They will bully the descendants of garbage people who have obtained their identities, and sometimes even seek opportunities to kill them.

Of course, there are really radicals in this kind of radical organizations, but they are more like organizations like women's boxing and small sports protection. The essence of these organizations is the people behind the organizations. They use this kind of conflict to gain benefits. Just as some people in the women's Boxing Organization do not really care about women's rights, or some people don't care about whether small animals receive good treatment They don't care whether the garbage people are really guilty, they care about how much profit they can make in the conflict.

At the beginning, the quota of five observers even caused some students to march in the college. Some radical organizations in the college reflected some things to the college after getting sponsorship fees from some unidentified students in the March, and then they no longer cared whether the students were enrolled or not.

Even they want to listen to students entering school, so as to create more conflicts and obtain more interests.

Therefore, the death of this man was considered to be the work of the radical organization of the college.

And now, in fact, people in the college's radical organizations are jumping.

"Which fool didn't control the desire." A young man with curly blonde hair was furious in the club room: "how many times have we said that we need idiots, but we can't let them go."

Obviously, the idiots he talked about were the real radicals.

"How's the negotiation with the mud organization?" After calming down, the young man continued.

"They said the benefit was 64 points." A woman with gold rimmed glasses nearby said, "they're 6."

"greedy trash!" The blonde swears, then reaches out his hand and says, "promise them, for once, find out the killer."

Soon, in the morning of the same day, a parade began on campus, but this time it was the garbage people who had been identified for one or two generations. They were mud organizations, which were set up to protect the interests of those who were discriminated against.

"To donate money to the dead, to avenge the dead." All kinds of slogans rang out, and some people even took advantage of the parade to grab some things. It is not empty talk that there are so many people.

When there are more people, the courage will become greater, and the courage of others will be less when facing you.

This so-called donation is semi mandatory. When they come to you, if they don't donate, it's discrimination. So it's not too much to treat discriminators.

Negri looked at what happened on the campus, which is actually the epitome of the college capital, but the contradiction is closely linked.

"There is something behind both organizations. Is there a mystic in control?" In the capital of the Academy, any organization can more or less contact the mystic as long as they study deeply. After all, mystics also need interests to pay for their various magic research."Looks like Randall or Mikael is in trouble." Negri knocked on the table and squinted as the parade drew to a halt, leaving a messy campus.

Not long after, a young man with blonde hair knocked on Negri's office. He stood at Negri's desk, slightly bowed and courteous.

"I'm sorry, but you can call me karange, karanch mitti, Mr. Negri. There have been some disturbances on your campus. Please believe me, this is only temporary. This is our apology." Then he put a small box on Negri's desk.

"Sorry again, please forgive us for our mistake." Kalanchi laughed and said sincerely, "and Mr. March asked me to say hello to you."

"March." Negri nodded, and the information flashed in his mind. Marche, a mysterious man, had some contact with Mikael. It seems that he is the backstage of these radical organizations and mud organizations.

"I don't like that." Negri then looked at the young man and said.

"I see. We'll pay attention later." Karange's face became serious, and then he said goodbye to Negri and left.

"I don't like it. It's too much It's firm. " Negri didn't go to see karange who left, and then said, "solid things are good, but when they are too strong, they are not conducive to bringing forth new things."

"They need new motivation, or new whipping, right?"

“wryyyyy！！” The golden ball son exclaimed excitedly.

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