The beautiful mage was kidnapped by the contracted beast again

Chapter 115 Dispute

In the quiet and luxurious palace, dozens of masked men in uniform white robes stood by the wall like unconscious statues, occasionally moving without making any sound.

"cough."

Suddenly, a deep cough was heard from the high platform at the front of the palace.

Then, a man opened his eyes.

He slowly stood up, and as he moved, his frosty white hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and a heavy sense of oppression came over him.

The masked men bowed their heads respectfully and knelt, but after hearing the man cough a few times, he suddenly burst into laughter.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

He walked down laughing, all the way down, from the high platform to the flat ground, from inside the palace to outside the palace. His laughter was so loud that the birds in the trees flapped their wings and flew away.

No one knew what he was laughing at, and no one dared to ask.

The masked people just lowered their heads and followed him quietly, waiting for him to finish laughing, and then stared at the sky in a daze for a long time.

Later, when he looked down and saw his ankle-length white hair, his expression suddenly changed.

"Where's the holy water?"

Immediately, someone knelt down respectfully and held a tray above his head with both hands. In the center of the tray was a crystal clear glass bottle.

The man grabbed the bottle, pulled out the cork, and casually glanced at the pale golden liquid inside. It was exactly what he wanted, so he drank it in one gulp without hesitation.

Gulp, gurgle, as the liquid was swallowed in big gulps, his throat kept rolling, and his originally long white hair gradually turned into a misty gray.

From the tips of the hair all the way to the roots, the gray gradually deepens, but stops when it is about to turn into ink, and finally remains at the level of dark gray.

The man threw away the empty bottle and let out a long breath.

He lifted up his dark grey hair and took a look at it, not looking very satisfied, but he knew that this was the limit.

"The Knight Commander is waiting outside the palace. He said he has news to report to you."

The person who handed over the holy water remained kneeling and reported to him with his head down.

The man said nonchalantly, "If it's not urgent, don't bother me. I told you I don't want to get involved in their nonsense."

"He also brought a king with him."

"I wouldn't see him even if he brought ten." The man put his hands behind his back, a cold expression on his face, seemingly in his twenties or thirties. "It was their own decision to start a war, but now they're hesitating and only now worrying about being noticed by other countries. What were they doing before?"

There was obvious anger in his words. None of the servants dared to speak, their eyes fixed silently on the ground.

Fortunately, the man regained his composure after a moment of anger and looked down at his hands.

He was almost there, just a little bit, and he could touch him. But it was a pity that he couldn't leave his mark on him.

But it's not a big problem, since Xavier is still in that school.

His mood strangely improved a lot. After staring at his smooth palm for a while, he suddenly seemed to remember something and his expression changed slightly.

He glanced sideways at the servant on the ground and said, "Ernst...is this country near those two countries?"

"Yes."

The man was silent for a while, his eyes dark, as if he was thinking about something. After a long while, he changed his tone and said, "Okay, I'll go meet them."

……

Imperial Academy of Magic.

The battle was over, the winner decided. Jiang Liujing led the crowd off the stage amid cheers and even louder sighs, passing by the teacher who had rushed to provide first aid.

He looked distant and indifferent. Although he had won, he was not happy at all. Even the other freshmen who wanted to be happy did not dare to say much. They could only exchange glances secretly, wondering in their hearts what he saw in the illusion.

Jiang Liujing had always been well-behaved and gentle in front of them, and had never shown such a cold and frightening side as today. Everyone could feel that he was in a state of intense anger at the moment.

The freshmen from the Water Academy were very biased and firmly believed that it must be the students from the Light Academy who had tampered with the illusion and made Jiang Liujing angry, so they deserved their current fate.

But other viewers may not think so, especially those who bet on Guangyuan to win.

When the Water Conservancy team left the stage, many people on the sidelines deliberately booed loudly.

But as Jiang Liujing turned her head, her beautiful but expressionless face turned towards them, and her dark pupils swept over the figures who spoke one by one, as if wanting to memorize the faces of each of them, the boos suddenly stopped.

The students who made the noise turned their heads away in embarrassment, or simply turned their backs, not wanting him to see them.

The representative of the Water Conservancy Institute has already proved with his actual actions that he really dares to kill.

Human beings are very strange creatures. When faced with a strong but kind-hearted person, even if they are weak themselves, they dare to make unreasonable demands and bully him.

But when faced with a weak madman who is just going crazy calmly, even if they are the stronger one, they will retreat as if they have seen a ghost.

The Water Academy team left the scene in a sudden silence.

At the deans' table, the Guangyuan Dean's face was gloomy and filled with righteous indignation. He said, "He's so young, yet he's so cruel. This kid must not be reused!"

The Fire Academy Dean scoffed, "If you lose, you lose. Why attack others with such words? Are you so embarrassed by your loss?"

Dean Mu smiled gently. "Ah, I see this kid didn't kill anyone. He even avoided the heart. Otherwise, no one would be able to save him now."

Dean Lei said succinctly: "If you're not good at it, just practice more."

Dean Guangyuan: "..."

When have these old guys ever been so united in their views?

Don’t you usually see ants quarreling over whether to go east or west?

He was rather annoyed and asked, "Did you take money from François? Why are you speaking for his people like this?"

Dean Fengyuan looked at him with pity: "Is there a possibility that we all hate you?"

It was so annoying that even the Dean of the Fire Academy, who had a grudge against the Water Academy, took the initiative to speak up.

The dean of the Tuyuan Academy didn't say anything, but just nodded silently to show his agreement.

The Light Academy always takes the first place. Even though its style of doing things is not as extreme as that of the Fire Academy, the other academies are more or less dissatisfied with it.

One is secretly arrogant, the other is directly provocative. Who can be better than the other?

It would be fine if they didn't have the chance normally, but now that they have the chance to see him get humiliated, they are naturally happy to watch the fun.

François, the dean of the Water Institute, was at the core of the discussion circle, but inexplicably became the person with the lowest presence in the whole audience. He didn't say a word or make a single move throughout the whole process, and then he saw the old man of the Light Institute, who was so angry that he was blowing his beard and glaring.

He looked around, scratched his head as if he didn't understand what was going on, and finally laughed out loud, "Haha." He acted like the only good guy in the room, and kindly tried to comfort the dean of Guangyuan, saying, "It's just a team match loss. There's still the individual match to come."