The next morning, Frey, who received the letter from Xiwei Cang Owl, rushed to the academy.

Looking at the obvious tired expression of the other party and the unconcealable dark circles under his eyes, Xiwei couldn't help but think of "Will this guy not sleep all night?"

This is indeed the case.

If she just stayed up late, it would naturally not have such a big impact on the physical Frey, but the series of events that began last night made her nerves tense all the time.

Early this morning, a Templar who went to change shifts discovered that all the night watchmen in the camp were attacked at some point and had their necks broken. During the subsequent search, they found a skeleton in the tent of the holy nun Jomia, and the Jomians disappeared...

Then, after the White Bishop's magic check, the skeleton turned out to be the Jomian!

This was a sensation. The entire camp was in a state of nervousness. The whereabouts of the saint were unknown and the nun of the saint died in a bad life, which made everyone in danger, fearing that they would be killed by the hand that stretched out from the dark in the next moment.

This state continued until the arrival of Sevi's letter. After learning that he had rescued the saint, the left-behind believers quickly pulled out the camp and left, while Frey took the magical creature Perseus to Adrick Academy. After seeing the young girl curled up in the corner of the four-poster bed with a woollen pillow like a koala, she was really relieved.

After learning that Jomiah was dead, Sevi was in confusion...

The reason why he and Elelia were imprisoned was because of the holy nun Jomia, but now he suddenly learned that the initiator was dead... and he died quite miserably, which was equivalent to cutting off the most important clue at hand.

"Although we can also ask Lord Elilia later, if possible, can we tell me what happened to you when you find him?"

I don't know if I could see Xiwei's confusion, the girl stared at him with a serious expression on her face.

Just as the girl said, even if Cavi wanted to hide it, Elilia, who had walked with him, would definitely tell the Holy See without reservation what she saw.

So Sivi was also very simple to tell his experiences and heard them, but he carefully concealed the matter about the system.

Although many things sound like fairy tales, Frey still listened carefully to everything Sivi said before nodding at the end: "I understand, from the standpoint of a friend. I believe in you."

"What about the position of the Saint Guard and the Knights Templar?" said Severe, who was dry-mouthed, drank the black tea prepared by Alice and asked casually.

"Please allow me to keep my reservations."

"Okay." Sivi shrugged indifferently.

He pointed to a saint who was still wearing pajamas and holding the pillow on the sofa, looking sleepy: "No matter what, this saint will be given to you."

“Thank you very much for your help.”

Saint Silver Sword Master stood up and bent down. He thanked him sincerely: "Although I personally want to stay in your academy for a few more days, because the Saint Maiden was frightened, I must return to the Holy Land early."

"Yeah, I understand." Sivi also put down the teacup and showed a kind smile: "May the Seven Stars Goddess be with you."

The Saint Silver Sword is worthy of being one of the few activists in the Holy See.

After she greeted Sivi, she even took the Saint who had become a young girl and was very sleepy (of course, it may be due to excessive blood loss), and she still did not wake up. She returned on the magic boat of the Holy See.

The decisive behavior even made representatives of other colleges of Madale think that there was something wrong with the Sanctuary...

"Is this really okay?"

Because Xiwei returned in time, at least Fite, who did not have to pretend to be him, floated lazily in the air today: "From what you have encountered, it is clear that there are other existences behind that holy nun?"

"That should be a headache for the Holy Land. This conspiracy was clearly directed at the beginning, otherwise it would not have been interfered with by me. The people behind the scenes directly silenced the holy nun in order to cover up the facts."

Sivi yawned. Last night, labor was quite hard for him.

"What should we do next?"

Fette tilted his head and thought for a while, but her ghostly head seemed not very smart when thinking about such things. So she asked very simply.

"I think you've been thinking for a shorter and shorter time recently... I'll think about it myself occasionally."

Sivi sighed at first—as surely, he had to find a ghost species full of politics or this kind of knowledge: "Now of course, you can do whatever you want, and continue to do it so that those guys hiding behind the scenes don't come to trouble us."

"Oh! Just pretending to be 'we don't know anything'?"

Fette nodded as if he suddenly realized his head. Then he showed a look of suspicion: "Wait, can you already know who the guy behind the scenes is?"

"How is it possible? I am not an omniscient and omnipotent god."

Drinking all the cold black tea in one sip, the slightly thicker black tea just relieved a little Savi's sleepiness compared to usual. Alice was always able to provide understanding services.

Xiwei kneaded Jingming's a few times and stood up: "There are not many guys who like to do this, so they are just speculations."

Faced with the girl's increasingly suspicious expression, he continued without caring: "In short, the actual assessment will continue, and we must start preparing for the next third round of exams."

When he said this, he paused for a moment, rubbing his temples as if he had thought of something: "Wait..."

"What's wrong?" The ghost girl who was just dissatisfied, asked immediately with concern.

"Do you remember those dolls I said before, I knew about that dungeon?"

"Of course, I'm not a squid dog's head (a squid dog, who attacks aquatic creatures with a level less than 2, and it is said that my memory can only last for seven seconds). Zhenhong's predecessor was also one of the seven dolls, right?"

The ghost girl put her hands on her hips and said dissatisfiedly.

"That's right, and I always feel that the ultimate goal of the mastermind behind this incident is also related to those dolls." Xiwei touched his chin, and the corner of his mouth showed a slight playfulness: "So, let's release a new task for the students in the third exam - collect information about the puppets of the original eight clans."

"It's too messy, hey!"

"Hahaha, messing around is Adrick's tradition..."

"Where did the tradition come from? Are you not the founder?"

“The tradition passed down by Severe Adrick.”

"Don't pass on this bad quality!"

One man and a ghost walked out of the dean's office in such a fight...
Chapter completed!