The Dean Has Arrived

When Crowder opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the canopy swaying with the breeze, and the spots of light sprinkled from the gaps in the umbrellas woven from leaves.

"Ah..." The previous memories gradually recovered in his chaotic mind: "Because the weather is so great and the wind is very comfortable, so I fell asleep here accidentally."

He shook his head, but he couldn't get rid of the muddy feeling in his head, so he raised his hand to pat his head to make himself more awake.

However, his hand could not touch his head, but passed directly through his head.

Frozen, he stretched out his hand in front of him and found that it was not a human hand that was presented in front of him, but a pair of pale green hands with a touch of translucency.

"Here again..."

Claude sighed, turned his head, and saw his own in the place where he just lay.

That is his body.

At this time, Crowder still had a comfortable expression on his body, with his hands resting behind his head, lying on the soft lawn, with a look of enjoyment.

"I lost my body during the fight last time. If it hadn't been for Franken's sudden emergence, maybe my body would have been eaten by those canine tooth hogs."

Claude lay back slowly according to the posture of his body, and after a while, he opened his eyes again. The fullness of the soul and the heaviness of being grasped by gravity made him understand that he was finally back to the body.

"Spectre's disease is getting more and more serious. It won't work anymore..." Claude repeated the movement of clenching his fists several times and then releasing them, which made his somewhat stiff body slightly recover, before Claude stood up. Come, pat the grass and dust on the body.

Although apparently, he left Adric this time to avoid Franken, but in fact it is not.

Probably on the eve of Adric’s summer vacation, Claude had overheard a conversation between Sevi and Franken.

From their conversation. He knew how bad his situation was now, and at the same time, he also understood that Franken didn't mean to hurt him, but had been trying to help him with treatment, but there was almost no effect.

In addition, he also discovered from the conversation between the two that this was not the first time Franken had pleaded with Sevi for his situation. This made him feel a little bit puzzled while moved, why the strange-looking Franken would be so good to him.

It's just that the dean who saved Morag, even the great dean in the eyes of Claude, seems to have no good way. It's just that the word'soul territory' was accidentally leaked during the conversation.

Although I don't quite understand what that means, Claude can still understand from the lines that there may be a cure for his current situation in the so-called "soul territory".

Because he felt that he had troubled Adric Academy too much, Claude, who was embarrassed to ask for another request, did not say anything to other people, but just an excuse to avoid Franken's harassment and set foot on the path of finding the territory of the soul alone.

Then he walked about one kilometer on that road. Franken took him back.

After that, Claude wanted to continue his independent search, but Franken insisted on not allowing it. The battle of wits between the father and son began...

"wake up?"

A sudden, unsentimental voice shocked Claude.

Then he discovered that Franken was sitting at a distance from what he didn't want, looking at him with utter eyes.

The instinct learned in the previous chase allowed Claude to make a backflip and quickly distanced himself from Franken.

But to his surprise. Franken did not pursue the pursuit.

He just stood up neatly, patted the dust off his body, then screwed the screw, and said in a somewhat expectant voice: "Since you wake up, let's go with me."

"Hey, do you want to go back to the college again..." Claude knew that he would definitely not be able to run away this time, but he didn't admit it, just stood indifferently.

"No. I found a ruin," but Franken's words were beyond his expectation: "I need to go with a team. If you are lucky, you might find magic related to the soul..."

——Shadow Altar——

"Oh, **** it!" A figure cursed in the altar.

Except for him, everyone on this altar has disappeared.

The followers of the black shofar are not the existence of observing order, and it is normal for them to fly separately in the face of disaster.

Not long ago. A sentinel reported that there was a gargoyle apparently manned suddenly appeared outside.

Although people have been organized to beat the gargoyle down, this is not a problem. The problem is that the workmanship of the gargoyle is still very new (although it is ugly)!

Since he was willing to use the valuable gargoyle as a consumable and thrown it in front of them at will, it shows that there is a considerable level of alchemist or magician eyeing here.

This is the conclusion reached by those figures.

So they all retreated quickly. Not even a trace was left.

"That group of cowards! Now we are not sure that it is the Mage Association! Maybe it is just a young mage with a sense of justice? You will be scared by this situation, and you are embarrassed to call yourself black goat believers!"

The nominal supreme commander yelled a little hysterically.

"No~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Not only that, even if I am really targeted by the Mage Association, I have to implement my beliefs!"

Well, although Kamiyu is indeed a bit talented, it is still a long way from the so-called ‘alchemist or magician with a considerable level’, and has no relationship with the Mage Association.

The only reason he would send a gargoyle to investigate is that he did not expect that believers with hoods and seemingly mysterious and insane can release some weird magic, and Nima’s weird magic can actually be used. Kill a gargoyle with good magic resistance...

In fact, after confirming that even the expensive gargoyles were killed, Kamiyo maintained a frustrated forward bend for a long time, which is commonly known as oTz action.

"I'm so stupid, really. Just knowing that cultists can summon magic, but I didn't expect this kind of long-range attack magic..."

Let alone Kamiyu's sad thoughts, at least their task of attracting the enemy's attention has been perfectly completed. While the cultists were in confusion because of the gargoyle, An Ke had already sneaked into them, and began to fumble towards the core area of ​​the altar. (Your support from Dingtian Novels is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please read it.)