Chapter 67

Today's atmosphere is not quite right. This is the first thought of the little wizard who woke up from his sleep.

All the apprentices were gathered. Nearly half of them were arranged to leave the college temporarily. The rest who couldn't leave were arranged to the hall of the main castle and locked the door.

Even himself and Isaac were the same. This time Peter had no kindness and kindness in the past. All dissenting apprentices were knocked unconscious by the tutors and thrown into the storage room in the main castle hall.

Under the robes of the mentors, Ayn could hear the shaking of weapons, and more than a dozen older apprentices, with long swords hanging around their waists, followed behind the mentors, with a very serious expression.

"What's going on?!" the anxious Ayn sat at the table at the edge of the hall, looked at the surrounding apprentices who were worried and whispering, and eagerly asked Loren in front of him: "you must know, right? Mentor Dalton must have told you!"

"Didn't Dean Peter already say that?" Lauren said faintly: "recently, the college is not very stable, and there are robbers around, so the Dean plans to find the guards of the village to help patrol, and ask the Duke and the church for help, and reopen the class after confirming that it is completely safe."

"Tell the truth!" the little wizard looked at him fiercely, completely ready to eat people.

"... of course, but you have to give me a promise first." Lauren, who surrendered with both hands, looked calm: "no matter what happens, I won't intervene in this matter - it's for your sake. If I don't promise, I'll have to consider beating you out."

"But!" the little wizard wanted to struggle.

"Sorry, it's not fun this time. So please tell me immediately, OK or not?"

"... all right." clenched his teeth and agreed. Ayn stared at him, "but you have to tell the truth!"

Loren nodded silently, then looked around, lowered his voice and said, "half of Dean Peter's words are true, but the situation is more dangerous than he said."

"A group of people, probably wandering wizards and mercenaries, will raid vimpal college some time recently. We don't know their ultimate goal, but... I'm afraid a fight is inevitable."

Although it had been expected for a long time, the little wizard who heard the truth was still stunned and his eyes were trembling: "why, how could this happen... What are they for?"

"I think this should be the problem that Dean Peter should worry about." he waved his hand jokingly, and Loren's eyes intentionally or unintentionally turned to Dalton, who was patrolling. At present, only the tutor is the most calm in the whole college, and he can't see the difference from the past.

As for other tutors, most of them are pale, but they are not afraid. At most, they are a little nervous. After all, being a wizard under a remote cliff like vimpal has more or less the experience of wandering in the wilderness, even if it is not a real soldier or an ordinary person who has not experienced killing.

The older apprentices who were armed were really just apprentices waving Swords - I'm afraid they used this kind of thing for the first time in their life. They really had to face mercenaries licking blood at the edge of the knife and experienced wandering wizards, even if they were not obstacles.

Relying only on the number 20 people in the college, it is impossible to be the opponent of Karan and his bandits. There is no choice to ask for help. After all, witches are witches after all. Killing is not their specialty, and fighting is not their strong point - they don't even have a little combat experience if they don't often have to pay off the monsters running around in the Duke's territory.

"Why don't you run away!" while no one pays attention to yourself, the little wizard suddenly grabbed Loren's hand: "you are so powerful that you must have no problem if you want to run away!"

"What will you do if... Something happens to the college?" Lauren asked.

"That... Is just my destiny." the asked Ayn replied hesitantly, "maybe that's better. At least you don't have to live in fear all your life and worry about being discovered by others at any time."

Lauren smiled.

"What are you doing? Is it so funny?" the little wizard was angry. "If you can choose, no one wants to die, but... It's just fate. Whoever it is will one day sooner or later... Ah, woo woo!"

Before he finished speaking, Ayn was held in the palm of his hand by Loren, and then directly pressed his lips. Lauren, with a smile on her face, got up slightly, walked across the table to her ear, and the little wizard with red cheeks was smoking his head.

"There will never be anyone who can hurt you before I lie down... This is a promise."

"Those wizards have noticed, and the time has come!"

The fascist sitting on the bench in the exquisite living room looked at the letter of help written by Peter on the table with a little excitement, and even couldn't help talking to himself.

It can be seen that Peter knew exactly who was coming to the door. Otherwise, with his character, he could not easily ask for help from the people of the church. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. His efforts were indeed not in vain.

You should know that although the church is very powerful in the whole Duke, it does not mean that it has a large number of troops - only a small number of guards to protect the archbishop. Even these people can not be easily transferred without special reasons and are completely under the supervision of the Duke.

Francis has been waiting for such a reason, a reasonable excuse, that he can mobilize the guards of the church to rush into the wizard castle that desecrated the Holy Cross and burn it to ashes!

Is there a better excuse than the letter of help written by Dean Peter himself?

The corners of his mouth slowly raised a smile, and fascism seemed to have seen the future: he led the warriors under the banner of the church to wipe out the destabilizing bandits, found the irrefutable evidence of the wanton blasphemy of those evil wizards in the castle, sent Peter and his running dogs to the gallows and were purified under the light of the Holy Cross.

And the old and frail bishop of Fabian, he will have no choice but to hand over the tempting crown. He will become the youngest bishop in the history of the whole church and remain in history because of his devout faith and sharp reform!

"Go and tell Karan immediately that he and his henchmen can move. I want him to start tonight and officially start tomorrow night!" the impatient Francis immediately began to arrange:

"Let this humble wizard understand that if he wants something like that, he must be obedient and strictly execute my orders. Otherwise, I will send him and others to the gallows and say goodbye to the world forever!"

"No, you must keep an eye on him all the time." Francis, who still felt insecure, immediately changed his mouth: "this guy is really cunning. Once he makes any wrong moves, he will be killed directly!"

"It's too urgent to do this, and it doesn't seem easy to explain at the church." the knight hurried forward and asked, "you've never been very friendly to the wizard College..."

What the knight wanted to say was that Francis always targeted vimpar and Peter, and wanted each other to die. This time Peter came to ask for help. He was so enthusiastic that anyone would think there was a problem!

"Those are not the key points now!" asked the fascist. "Anyone with a little common sense can see that if we can't take action now, can the Holy Cross give us a second chance?"

"But..."

"No, but remember your identity, Knight!" Francis interrupted him again: "fulfill your obligations to the Holy Cross and me, let the whole Duke be redeemed and purified, and let those who break faith, blasphemers and all evil forces have nowhere to hide from the iron fist of justice!"

Looking at the more and more fanatical fascists, he completely tore off the cloak and disguise of reason in the past. The knight was silent for a moment and lowered his loyal head.

"Everything will be as you wish, Lord Francis."