The yellow-haired villain in Feng Aotian's novel also wants to be happy

After going through so many things before, when I think that I still have a whole month of peace, I can't help bubbling with happiness.

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"Deputy! Manager! Dean! Chief!"

In the big bell tower, the dean's office, Professor Prang slammed on the desk, and roared at the funny pink bear leaning back on the office chair:

"Why do you want to close the secret instrument on the third floor?"

"why?"

The pink bear sticks out a thick, hairy arm from the bear's mouth, with a cigar on it, and white smoke is constantly wafting from the bear's eyes and ears.

"Of course it's because it burns too much money. I checked the college's expense account book and found that just maintaining the third-tier secret ritual accounted for one-fifth of the entire college's expenditure. I don't think it's too wasteful." Is it?" Pink Bear's voice was still so lazy, like a decadent middle-aged uncle.

"So you spend the college's money on smoking high-end cigars and buying these illegal saint portraits?"

Professor Prang threw the album with the exposed beauties on the ground: "Aren't you afraid that the Church of Life will find out and punish you for blasphemy?"

"Hey, even though it's called Saintess Portrait, the characters in it have nothing to do with saints, they just look a bit like saintess, don't talk nonsense."

Pink Bear carefully picked up the beauty album, and shook the dust on it with a distressed expression:

"It's a hard thing to get, but it cost me a lot of money."

"That's the problem, what the hell are you spending the college's money on?"

"I'm the dean now, and the college's money is my money."

"But I am the one who submits the financial report to the higher authorities at the end of the year!" Professor Plann roared.

"..."

The pink bear was silent for a while, and suddenly put the smoke-smelling hairy hand on Professor Prang's shoulder:

"Thank you for your hard work, come on, I believe you will be able to."

"You don't need to fill me with chicken soup!"

Professor Prang slapped his hairy hand, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing:

"Besides, these are trivial matters. I just came here to know the real reason why you closed the third-level secret instrument! The third-level secret instrument is an important institution for protecting students. If you shut him down, what about the safety of the students? "

"Don't tell me to burn money. The maintenance cost of the third-level secret ceremony comes from the school fees donated by the nobles every year. It has nothing to do with the above!"

"Hey, don't you understand? Professor Prang?" Pink Bear sighed helplessly.

"Don't understand what?"

"Tsk, he's usually quite shrewd, but now he's acting stupid?"

Pink Bear took a sip of the cigar, breathed out the smoke ring comfortably, and said:

"Have you ever thought about why the higher-ups appointed me to be the acting dean?"

"because--"

Professor Prang suddenly froze.

Most of the anger in his body was extinguished as if a basin of cold water had been poured on it.

Some things are easy to be ignored, but once they are brought up, it will be like a ghost story I read during the day, constantly dangling in front of my eyes, and I can't shake it off.

Just like.

Why was Pink Bear, who was completely unsuitable to be the dean, sent to be the acting dean of the college?

And why did Dean Hathaway, who has always loved the college so much, keep silent about this matter before leaving?

"do you understand?"

Pink Bear took a last sip, then pressed the cigar into the ashtray, and said coldly:

"My arrival represents the attitude of the above.

——They can't get used to such a gentle way of education in the college! "

"But... isn't this kind of education not good?" Professor Prang's eyes showed a hint of confusion, "They are still children."

"Professor Prang, have you forgotten? I used to be a student of Santa Maria."

Pink Bear suddenly recalled melancholy: "In my time at Santa Maria, although dozens of students died every year, it was called the golden generation, and it was that generation that formed the cornerstone of the current empire.

However, since the completion of the third layer of the Great Secret Instrument, how long has it been since there was no golden generation in the academy?Professor Prang, do you really think this is a matter of talent?

No, it's because the comfortable life has already corrupted those students!

Professor Prang, I can't believe you haven't noticed this! "

"But... isn't that too fast?"

Professor Prang gritted his teeth and said: "You can change the curriculum first, there is no need to be so direct..."

"Because there's no time."

Pink Bear sighed:

"Originally, the above plan was as you said, to train the students intensively for a period of time, and then gradually start to open the third layer of the secret instrument after a month, but because of an unexpected situation, it had to be brought forward."

"emergency?"

"Want to know?"

Pink Bear smiled, took out a black slate, and put it in front of Professor Prang:

"Swear first!"

"A vow of silence?"

Looking at the black slate, Professor Prang's expression gradually became serious:

"so serious?"

Pink Bear shrugged, saying that he couldn't say anything.

"Well, I hope your answer will not disappoint me."

After a brief silence, Professor Prang raised his hand and pressed his palm on the stone slab.

In an instant, complex lines lit up on the slate, and invisible power descended from the invisible place, turned into golden characters, and penetrated into Professor Prang's heart.

The oath is fulfilled.

It was the power of the law from the gods. Once someone violated the oath made on the black slate, they would immediately burst their hearts and die.

Professor Prang withdrew his palm and looked at the pink bear coldly.

"It's your turn to answer."

"Okay, okay, take it easy."

Pink Bear took out another cigar, cut it skillfully, lit it, and took a deep breath.

After the smoke came out from the eyes, ears, and even the top of the head of the doll costume, turning him from a pink bear into an angry pink bear, he said leisurely:

"The matter is actually very simple. The evil god has started to make trouble again."

"The evil god is doing trouble every day."

Professor Prang said indifferently: "Those cultists have never stopped."

"So, I said that it is the evil gods who are causing trouble, not the cultists."

"Cthulhu? Personally?"

Even Professor Prang couldn't calm down this time, because he also realized that the deep meanings contained in these two seemingly similar words are very different.

"Who is it?"

"Huh—this one."

Pink Bear took out a piece of white paper, then took out a pen, wrote and drew on it, and finally drew a sun like a child's graffiti, but the center of the sun was a pupil.

【King of Blight】

Professor Prang muttered in his heart.

"Then."

Pink Bear took out a blank piece of paper again, continued to write and draw, and drew a crooked moon pattern.

【Silent Moon】

Professor Prang meditated again.

"at last."

The pink bear holds the paper with the sun in one hand, and approaches the paper with the moon.

[The King of Withering is gradually approaching the Silent Moon]

"and many more--"

After understanding the meaning of the pink bear's movements, Professor Prang fell into disbelief.

"Your consciousness means that He... is gradually approaching Him?"

"Yes."

"How is that possible? Don't most of the evil gods never communicate with each other?"

"Who knows?"

Pink Bear shrugged, then threw the paper on which the sun was drawn, and said:

"However, with this person's temperament, to move closer so actively is definitely not a visit with flowers and wine, but more like grabbing another person's pigtails, so I can't wait to go over and beat him up Meal."

"What are you kidding?"

Professor Prang couldn't help covering his face: "If these two fight..."

"Yes."

Pink Bear answered, "It's God War!"

"..."

"Hey, what's the matter, do you regret knowing the truth?" Seeing Professor Prang's face hurting, the pink bear said strangely:

"How good is it to be an ignorant baby? Anyway, what I want to do most now is to go back and slap myself when I was curious. You said it's not good for you to stay on the beach and look at beautiful women. You have to be curious. It's okay now. , put yourself into this shit."

"...I probably understand the meaning of the above." Professor Prang wiped his face and said: "But I am afraid that closing the third layer of the secret instrument in such a hurry is not just for the purpose of cultivating the students' minds before the chaos comes. "

"Oh? Finally got smart."

Pink Bear sneered:

"Of course it's more than that simple. It's still unknown what impact God's War will have on this world, but to quote someone, the fate of this world is already like adding something like looking up at the stars to a pot of stewed soup. The dark cuisine, no one knows what can be cooked in the end.

Therefore, compared with the students of Santa Maria, those people above must give priority to protecting the thing locked under Santa Maria, and mobilized the power of the third floor of the secret instrument to strengthen the first and second floors. Secret rituals are a matter of reason. "

"I understand."

Professor Prang sighed, as if he had aged ten years all of a sudden: "What I said was for the students, but it turned out to be for the benefit, oh no, in their words, it should be for the sake of righteousness."

"It's good to understand."

Pink Bear patted Professor Prang on the shoulder, gloating and comforting:

"If you want to open it, it's just closing the third layer of the secret instrument. It doesn't mean that someone will invade the academy soon. Why are you so worried?"

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……

In a secret place, dozens of huge bonfires are burning.

In the very center of the place, a pyre that is about to be ignited has been built, and a naked man is tied to it, struggling in pain.

And around the huge pyre, dozens of muscular men wearing only thongs, holding torches high, shouted fiercely:

"Burn him! Burn him!"

"Burn this heretic!"

"Damn it!"