Firefly Journey

Chapter 197 Wild Geese Bring Guests (4)

It was getting late when Chibman, who had left the embassy, ​​finally returned.

Upon entering, he encountered his companion Sidney, a wretched-looking rat-man.

Sidney's head was hidden under a gray hood, and he said in a somber tone, "Where have you been?"

Chibman stopped and said with a smile, "It would be a shame not to take a stroll around since I've come all this way to Yicheng. So I just wandered around a bit."

"Go to the second floor, Locke needs to see you." Sidney said and left, a puzzled look on his face. He usually didn't like going out, but today he seemed to be in the mood.

After killing Chibman, Bolton McDonald used dark magic to access his memories, and Hayden Gert knew everything about the people from Eklin College who came this time.

If they keep it under wraps, no one should be able to spot anything in a short time.

As Hayden Gert climbed the stairs, he mentally prepared himself, considering how to speak without giving himself away.

In Locke's room, Chibman chuckled: "You were looking for me?"

Locke grunted in agreement and said, "I just convened a meeting with the troops going on the expedition. Where did you go?"

Although it was called a gathering, he didn't have that much influence; at least the Robert siblings only went because of Jonathan.

"I went for a walk outside." The answer was exactly the same as what he had given the rat-man earlier.

Locke didn't ask any further questions about this, but instead said, "Back in Radiant City, I heard that there was a remarkable young genius in St. Louis. I didn't expect the rumors to be true. She is a genuine Awakener."

Although his words were flattering, his tone lacked respect, because he himself was a third-level enlightened being and naturally wouldn't be as fearful as others.

Hayden Gert kept his current persona in mind: "Huh? St. Louis Academy's overall strength is too strong, isn't it? But with you at Eklin Academy, it's not like we can't get first place."

Hearing someone flatter him, Locke felt a surge of pride, and his tone softened.

"I'm on the same level as her, so it's impossible to say who will definitely win. We'll only know after the match."

Hayden Gert kept smiling and said, "Ah, right, right! You're all evenly matched, it all depends on how the others perform."

Locke said, "There's no set rule for how many people each college can send to this competition. St. Louis is sending only one class, a total of 10 people."

The other colleges, like ours in Ecklin, have a total population of 20 or more, some even three or four times that.

Each college has a different selection mechanism, with one college having a roster of nearly forty players, much more than St. Louis.

However, the quality of soldiers is more important than their quantity, and the wisdom of generals is more important than their bravery. Once the quality reaches a certain level, it cannot be shaken by sheer numbers.

Although the college competition is organized by the colleges under the various churches, the location is in Ibiza. The Holy See of Light is the absolute organizer, so it would not be foolish enough to shoot itself in the foot by reducing the number of participants and putting itself at a disadvantage.

The reason why only one class was selected to participate in the internal qualification selection was because we had absolute confidence in St. Louis.

With Class 29 winning the championship and securing this qualification, the Vatican was even less worried.

The title of "Great Teacher of Virtue" is so prestigious that its value is self-evident, requiring no further consideration.

Although the Vatican intends to suppress his political ambitions, it highly approves of his work in education.

Hearing Locke chatter on and on, Hayden Gert was incredibly impatient, but he couldn't afford to lose his temper on the spot in order to complete the mission smoothly.

After listening to nearly half an hour of empty promises and nonsense, Hayden Gert turned around and closed the door. The moment he turned his back, his face darkened.

How dare some young punk order me around?

Just you wait. When the competition starts, I'll show you how to deal with you.

That rotting corpse in the sewer is your fate.

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After returning from Lü Jianming's social gathering, Lin Yuanran felt a bit dizzy. He couldn't help it; he could tolerate some alcohol, but only fruit wine.

The wine of Chu was extremely strong; he couldn't even finish a few cups before he was completely worn out, which led to him being mocked by Lü Jianming.

He was also puzzled. How come those seemingly refined students from the Black and White Academy could drink so much, downing several jugs without any ill effects, like walking wine jars?

Lin Yuanran planned to get a good night's sleep and skip class again tomorrow morning to go to the college library to find Mr. Blair and ask him about the practice method of "phase shift".

I had only been lying down for less than five minutes when the door was pushed open.

It's late at night, so Fengling and Lü Jianming definitely won't come. That means the only person who can come in is the other owner of this room.

"Good evening, Mr. Blair," Lin Yuanran greeted, sitting up slightly with a flushed face.

"Good evening," Blair replied. "You've had quite a drink?"

"Not much, I'm a bit of a lightweight," Lin Yuanran said.

Mr. Blair stopped talking and quietly rummaged through his things in the closet. After a short while, he came back with a set of clothes that matched his own and headed toward the narrow bathroom.

Lin Yuanran sobered up considerably.

This old man from the undead race, whose true form is just a pile of bones, also needs a bath?

Shouldn't it be polished at the factory...?

Lin Yuanran has a lot of inner monologues and a strong urge to complain, and she starts to make all sorts of connections.

Blair finished showering and came out a few minutes later.

Lin Yuanran said, "Mr. Blair, I am now a 'space mage,' but I still don't know how to use the miracle you gave me last time."

"This is simple."

Lin Yuanran was overjoyed: "Please teach me, sir!"

"Help me wash this."

Blair threw his clothes down next to Lin Yuanran's bed.

Looking at the black, spotless robe, Lin Yuanran said, "No problem."

"Listen carefully, first you need to mobilize the magic power within your body and gather it together..."

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Inside Simpson Bud's residence in the Champs-Élysées.

On the table were toast, cookies, and other pastries, as well as a large jug of wine.

“Noah White has been missing for a day,” Simpson Budd said.

Ever since Cassius told him about his student's speculation, he had begun an investigation and found that Hayden Gert's background was questionable.

So he quietly began to observe the other party, but ended up losing sight of him.

Either the other party has become aware of something, or he is preparing to take other actions. Either way, it indicates that this person has a serious problem.

Wearing a black mask, Cassius Bello said, "Less than two weeks before the start of the competition, the last High Priest has returned."

"Mahieu the Frenzy" was a figure known only by name, even within the Vatican, but he had returned because of the academy competition.

It seems the Vatican truly values ​​this.

"If he comes back... is it the Pope's intention?" Simpson analyzed.

Cassius took a sip of wine: "That's possible."