Holy Institution

McReese was the first to spot Dilling's figure. He stopped and looked at Neia sideways, "Your friend is here to pick you up." As the dean of the junior college, he knew the students' private relationships like the back of his hand.

Neia's eyes were in a trance, and after a while, she slowly regained her clarity, watching Di Lin slowly approaching.

"Your Excellency the Dean." Di Lin saluted.

Mecca nodded and said, "Are you here to find Neia?"

Dilling was a little dazed.He came to ask why there was no one in the dormitory, but seeing Neia's pale face and Mecca's hesitation, he subconsciously kept the question in his heart, "Is he all right?"

Mike Reese sighed, "You take him back first."

Di Lin looked at Neia worriedly.

Neia turned around, bowed to Mecca, then walked towards the dormitory with her head down.

Dilling looked hesitantly at McCreese, and followed him when he saw him nodding silently.

"Perhaps you can rely on the strength of your friends." McReese stood still and whispered.

Dilling turned around in confusion.

McReese had turned and turned back.

"You..." Di Lin quickened two steps, walked to Neia's side, and looked at him wanting to ask but didn't know how to ask.Seen from the side, Neia's cheeks looked thinner than when she first met her, and her transparent complexion seemed to melt into the air at any moment.

"Are you here to find Soso?" Neia glanced at him.

Dilling looked a little embarrassed.

Neia said expressionlessly, "They held a bonfire party in the open space before, you still have time to go now."

"Go together?" Dilling tentatively asked.

Neia shook her head, "I'm going to pack my things."

"tidy up?"

"Yeah." Neia's shoulders slumped slightly, "I'm going home."

Dilling suddenly suffocated, and blurted out, "Why?"

"I'm homesick."

"But we've only been here not long ago!" I also knew that homesickness was just an excuse.Entering St. Padres is a dream for everyone in Dreamland!No one will give up this dream because of homesickness.

Di Lin's chest was stuffy, and he couldn't help but said, "Is it because of the thing you asked me to do?"

Neia frowned slightly, stopped, looked at him seriously and said, "If you treat me as a friend, can you forget about that?"

Dilling stopped in his tracks and looked back at him steadfastly, "You came to St. Padres to seek help from the Holy Court?"

"You don't consider me a friend." Neia gently lowered her eyelids.

"It's you who didn't consider me a friend!" Dilling stepped forward impulsively, "If you consider me a friend, why can't you tell me what difficulties you encountered?!"

"Because you are from Shamanlier, and I am from Langzan." Neia looked at him, and seemed to be looking at the country behind him through him.

Dilling froze.

Even if they come to St. Padres, a place far away from the politics of various countries, they cannot change the labels of various countries on them.

"Then," he didn't know what he wanted to say, but he just didn't want the atmosphere to continue to be so dignified, "where's Shiro? Can he help?"

Neia raised her head, a faint spark flashed in her eyes, "He's different from you."

Dilling was stunned.

"Still." Neia's face seemed to be frozen with frost, it was cold and hard, "Do you think that what I have done to you will be done to everyone with impunity?"

Di Lin's face turned red, and he said slowly, "That's not what I meant."

But Neia didn't listen to his explanation, and turned her head away.

Dilling followed him silently, just like last night.

When we came, the road was obviously very long, but when we went, it came to an end very quickly.Almost to the point that Dilling hadn't figured out how to apologize.

——Although it was only for a short moment, Dilling had to admit that he did secretly wonder if Neia would do to Siro what he did to himself in the forest.

When Neia returned to her room, she didn't close the door, but packed her things one by one.Except for daily use, everything was thrown into the space ring.

"Are you really going?" Di Lin stood at the door, watching him clean up.

Neia remained silent.

"Won't the academy help you?" Di Lin had a hard time sorting out his feelings for the frail young man in front of him.Perhaps it was sympathy, because of that crumbling weakness.Maybe he cared, because he was the first same-sex person in his life who expressed strange feelings towards him.Or maybe...it was dependence, because he was the only friend in this academy who made him feel reliable.

"Not for the time being." Neia tightened her fingers.

"Temporarily?" Dilling said, "Is that possible later?"

Neia raised her head, looked at the moonlight outside the window, and said calmly, "There is no future."

Dilling didn't understand what he said until a long, long time later, but at that time, no matter how upset he was, he couldn't change the reality.

Raymond and the others didn't come back until midnight.

The noise suddenly poured into the quiet dormitory like a tidal wave, which made Di Lin feel extremely uncomfortable.

Alidi was carried back by two people, Jeffrey and Raymond, carrying one hand and one foot.All three drank a lot, which can be seen from the bruises on Alidi's face.

Di Lin waited at the door for a long time before seeing Suo Suo's figure——

Hanging on Shiro's body.

Even though he was a little far away, Dilling could feel the anger on Ciro's body that was on the verge of erupting.

Dilling frowned and went to meet him.

His mood tonight can be expressed in bad terms, so he doesn't mind finding an opponent to quarrel with at all!

"Get him off me!" Ciro said angrily without giving Dilling any chance to speak.

Dilling was slightly surprised.The Ciro he knew was a man so gloomy that he rarely showed happiness or anger on his face.The one in front of him is obviously different from his understanding.But he soon knew why.

Shiro's chest was exuding a smell of alcohol and stench.If you read it correctly, it should be the trace of vomiting.

"Suoso." Dilling's voice was exceptionally soft.

If it wasn't for the ferocious expression on Xi Luo's face, he would probably still pat Soso on the head and praise him for a good job.

Of course, he didn't mind leaving this matter until he went back to do it slowly.

"It's strange to wake up like this." Siro resisted the stench coming from his chest, trying to shake Soso off his body.He usually underestimates him, although he is not tall and his limbs are not long, but his kung fu is really first-rate.He tugged and tugged him a few times, nearly tearing his clothes and leaving him shirtless.

Di Lin saw the red handprints on the back of Sosuo's hands and neck, his eyes suddenly sank, he took a step forward, put his arms around Sosuo's waist, gently stroked his head and said, "Hey, we're home."

Shiro stared at him coldly, mocking in his eyes.

But to his surprise, Soso really let go of his hands and obediently moved into Di Lin's arms.

Ciro, who suddenly lost the burden on his body, felt a chill in the place where he was hugged, and couldn't help shivering.

"Thank you, His Royal Highness, Prince Xi Luo, for sending Suosuo back." Displeased with Suosuo, after all, it was Suosuo who was holding on to the other party, and Di Lin had no excuse to get mad, and he had to thank him for sending Suosuo back.

Shiro snorted coldly, turned his head and left.

Knowing that he must be going back to take a shower, Di Lin was in a good mood, and walked upstairs with Soso in his arms.

Suo Suo calmed down like a kitten, and didn't even feel Dilling carried him to bed, and found a comfortable position to fall asleep.

Dilling sat on the edge of the bed and held his nose panting.

With two drunks in the room, he couldn't sleep well.

After thinking about it, he simply went to the next door.

Because Soso often shuttled between the two rooms, Neia hardly closed the door.When Dilling entered the room, he was already asleep.

Di Lin crept onto the bed, turned his back to the wall, and watched Neia's back.

The moonlight shone on his back, trembling slightly.

Dilling sat up suddenly.

Because he realized that it wasn't Moonlight that was trembling, but Neia.

He remembered the curse on Neia's body outside the library, and walked to the bed in three steps at a time. He held his shoulders and asked in a low voice, "Are you sad?"

Neia turned her head slightly, her pale face covered with cold sweat.

"You..." As soon as Di Lin said a word, he watched in horror as a black vine slowly spread up the back of his neck.

Neia retracted her head back under the blanket, her body curled up into a ball.

Regarding the curse, Dilling was helpless, so he could only sit on the edge of the bed, gently hold his hand through the quilt, and silently transmit the power.

I don't know how long it took, the moonlight outside the window spread between the two beds.

Neia turned her head and whispered, "It's all right."

"Is it like this every night?" Di Lin frowned.

Neia raised her head, her gray hair stuck to her forehead, her pupils like black ink were as silent as a deep pool, "Just go home."

Dilling's throat was itchy, I almost blurted out the words I borrow your magic legion, but in the end it was almost.

He has the Magic Legion because his surname is Baseko.

Since his surname was Baseko, he could not be loaned to the Neia Magic Legion for no reason.

The answer to this question was doomed from the start.