The six people said more than more, and they didn't say less, and they looked quite impressive all the way towards the double spire.

Rheel and Alyssa took the lead in the front, followed by the Labrador sisters and Nicole, while Azell followed the end with a shy look.

Allen kept a distance of about five steps from them. He didn't dare to get away too far. There were a lot of people, and if it was too far, it might be lost.

When they walked to the door of the General Hall, they met Cynthia who was coming from another direction. Behind her were a few equally tender faces, but judging from the cold expression on her face, she seemed to be unable to refuse Freya's request and reluctantly helped Freya.

After nodding to each other, Cynthia looked around curiously, and then asked Alyssa: "Is he feeling uncomfortable? Why didn't he come out with you?"

"Thank you for your concern." Alyssa glanced at her with a squinted look and said expressionlessly: "He just doesn't want to delay any minute of time for study."

"Oh, this is really his style." Cynthia said, and then, whether intentionally or unintentionally, stared at the location where Allen was with a smile.

"Then... can you do me a favor?" Cynthia suddenly stared at Ryer and said.

"Please speak." Because he knew that Cynthia and Allen were close and had a special identity, Riel also answered as politely as possible.

"I feel a little uncomfortable and want to go back and take a break. Can you lead these freshmen to visit the remaining places on campus?" Cynthia turned her head and looked at the three freshmen behind her, and said to Rheel, "They just happened to be here that they hadn't been here."

"No problem." Riel nodded and agreed, "You can go back and rest, just leave the next thing to me."

"Thank you." Cynthia said and stood aside and signaled the three freshmen to follow.

Rheel and Alyssa took the seven freshmen into the General Hall.

Allen wanted to keep up, but just took two steps and Cynthia reached out to stop him.

"What are you doing?" Cynthia asked suddenly.

Allen was stunned, and then realized why she said she was feeling uncomfortable but did not go back to the room immediately. It turned out that she had already discovered that he was following him...

"Uh...how did you find me..." Since there was someone not far away, Alan didn't dare to take off his disguise and whispered.

"Of course the magic I taught you can't hide it from my eyes." Cynthia smiled and stared at Allen's chest and said, "Although only a little bit is revealed, it's very obvious in this light."

Allen quickly lowered his head, and then he realized what Cynthia was talking about - a small part of the tears in the sky was exposed from the gap in the buttons, reflecting the sunshine. Just now, the light was abundant on the road, and the surroundings were bustling with people. No one would notice such details, but here is different. There are fewer people near the door and the light is darker, so it will appear more conspicuous.

"Uh..." Allen quickly stuffed the tears of the sky into his clothes and said a little embarrassedly: "I thought this disguise was perfect..."

"What happened? You could even do this, even breaking the school rules?" Cynthia asked again.

"Uh... it's not a big deal..." Allen said hesitantly. He owed Cynthia enough favors. This time he really didn't want to involve her again. Moreover, as for what was going on, he himself didn't know very well...

"Then I'm going to report to Professor Stabone. Someone is openly using magic on campus." Cynthia said pretentiously.

"Hey, don't, I say, I say..." Allen was really frightened by her and said quickly, "Actually... well... I don't know what's going on, but I just heard from her that strange people had already sneaked in at the school, and it was very dangerous..."

"Strange man?" Cynthia thought for a moment, then asked, "referring to that Felix Young?"

"Professor Yang?" Allen was stunned, confused by Cynthia's answer, "How could he think of him?"

"Have you forgotten who my nominal fiancé is?" Cynthia smiled faintly. "Although Professor Stabone blew him up that night, I felt something was wrong when I first saw him. His mental state and appearance were really abnormal, so I asked Frey to check his files, and found that the man's resume was blank except for the name column and age column..."

"A blank?" Allen was startled, "How is it possible! No matter how ordinary a person is, he will not have a resume, right?"

"But there is really no." Cynthia frowned slightly when she said this, "Home address, which college to graduate from, where she has worked before, etc., there is nothing."

"Can't it..." Allen couldn't help feeling a little panicked.

"Yes, I don't feel like I have time to forge it." Seeing that Allen was hesitant, Cynthia said, "If this is true, then even his name is forged."

"Is it really true that Alyssa's second guess is that he is secretly making trouble?" Alan thought.

Cynthia continued, "And his age column is thirty-two. Do you know what this means?"

"Thirty-two years old?" After learning the news, Allen was stunned again, and his heart began to feel a little uneasy.

"The one you told me before, Arn Burrestou, who had committed heinous crimes in this castle fifteen years ago and then suddenly disappeared, if he was still alive, how old should he be now?" Cynthia asked softly again.

After hearing this, Allen's heart tightened, and it seemed that Frost's last sentence sounded in his ears: "He's coming soon."

"Thirty...thirty-one..." Allen murmured.

"Yes, although age can be forged, but the face will not lie, so you can't make it casually like a name... Do you understand what I mean?"

"Is it really him?" Thinking of Professor Yang's cold attitude that night, it was really similar to that kind of cold-blooded killer.

But Alan thought about it again and felt something was wrong: "But he taught us water element magic. I remember that Burrest is from the fire element..."

"This doesn't mean anything." Cynthia smiled faintly, "Frost also teaches us water element magic, but doesn't she still use wind element magic? She can even perfectly combine these two elements to create new elements."

"Well... I'm talking too..." Alan remained silent after hearing this.

"Anyway, this castle may be no longer safe. You and I have to be careful everywhere." Cynthia said in a low voice and quickly, "and I want to remind you... I have to leave."

"Huh?" Allen looked up and realized that he was still covered with a disguise barrier. Although they had tried their best to stand aside, it was still at the door. The people around him didn't know how much they had come and go. In their eyes, Cynthia might have been muttering to herself.

"If you stay in such a place and discuss these endlessly with you, the people in the whole school may think I'm crazy." Cynthia smiled and turned around and wanted to leave, "I'll talk to you in detail when I have time."

But when she accidentally glanced behind Alan, she stopped and stared at the other side.

Alan noticed her strangeness and looked back and found a tall and thin figure walking towards them. After he saw who it was, his heart was shocked: He really said what he said.

"Good morning, Professor Yang." Cynthia walked forward two steps and greeted her, and pulled Alan's arm with a very hidden movement, signaling him to stand aside and try to stand behind him.

Unexpectedly, this skinny man was so tall after standing up. The platform in front of the door seemed to be another pillar. He was carrying a cardboard box with a magic wand using a floating spell, which contained a lot of debris.

"Yeah." Professor Yang responded softly with an expressionless face.

"Are you... going to move things into the office? Let me help you!" Cynthia looked at the box, then suddenly took out her wand and said, "There are a lot of these things, and it seems to be very hard to move them. I just happened to know the way to that office!"

Allen couldn't help but wonder when he saw this scene. Cynthia seemed a little too enthusiastic. This was not like her who usually looked indifferent to everyone. But the next second he understood what she was doing.

Cynthia muttered a few spells in her mouth, and then a ball of flame emerged from where her wand pointed. Most of the cardboard boxes were filled with books, so they caught in an instant.

"Oh! I'm so sorry! I used the wrong magic!" Cynthia pretended to exclaim. In fact, the spells of floating spells and fire elemental magic are very different. Anyone who has the ability to get into the exam will not make mistakes.

However, Professor Yang did not seem to be panicked at all. He took out his wand and recited a few spells. A stream of water quickly extinguished the flames, but many books were also wet.

"Sorry!" Cynthia said, raising her wand again, "I'll help you dry them!"

But this time, before she could speak, Professor Yang held her hand down.

Cynthia looked up at him and found that he was staring at her, with a little cold light in her eyes.

"Don't make trouble." Professor Yang's voice was a little hoarse, but there seemed to be a little anger in his tone, "I'll do it myself."

Hearing this, Cynthia had to stand aside obediently.

Professor Yang recited a few spells that made Alan feel familiar, and the water on the pages disappeared little by little, and it dried completely in a moment, leaving only a little slight wrinkle.

"Sure enough..." Allen was shocked to see this scene, "He can also use fire element magic..."

Allen's heart was up and down, staring blankly at the cold man in front of him.
Chapter completed!