Chapter 133: 133. Phil Hartman’s Plan.

After Orion teleported himself away, he appeared at a place within Stella Hall.

This was where Professor Draco taught and trained those who had registered in the sports club.

Aslan and Arthur had registered already, so they were expected to attend today's first training session like him.

Orion still had a few minutes left before training began, so he decided to take a seat and wait for the others to arrive.

'It's been a while since I last saw Adrian.' He suddenly thought to himself.

'He's also at the academy, so I'm certain I'll be seeing him very soon,' Orion rested on a bench while waiting for everyone else to arrive for the training, and about five minutes later, Professor Draco and everyone else walked onto the training ground.

Looking around, Orion noticed that the fool wasn't among them.

The fool was none other than the human who had been trying very hard to suppress the hatred he had towards Orion during the entrance ceremony.

Of course, Neil had tried his best to hide his hatred from Orion, but Orion was still able to pick up the minuscule amount of hate that slipped through and was aimed towards him. He chuckled internally when he noticed what rank Neil was.

However, Orion was curious to know why Neil harbored so much hatred towards him, especially since he was sure that they had never met or even spoken before.

At first, Orion thought that Neil was jealous because he'd had three beautiful women walking by his side when Elena gave him a tour of the academy, but after further consideration, Orion realized that Neil had to have a deeper reason for his hatred towards him.

*Clap* *Clap*

Draco clapped his hands very loudly, forcing Orion and everyone else to direct their gaze and attention towards him.

"Alright, boys, gather around and let me tell you what this sport is all about," After everyone gathered around Professor Draco, he began to give a detailed explanation of what Air Ball was all about.

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While Orion and everyone else were training and practicing, Neil was making his way back to his dorm room.

Upon arriving there, he noticed his attendant, Liam, bowing before him at his room's entrance.

"Welcome back, young master."

"Any news?" Liam asked, ignoring the inconsequential greetings.

The crystal ball turned dark and Neil called out to Liam. "Liam."

"Young master, you called?" Liam politely opened the door and walked into Neil's bedroom.

"Yes, I have a task for you."

"How may I be of service?"

"Uncle wants you to meet someone in the capital city down below."

"I understand, young master, but does this mean we'll be attacking the academy very soon?"

"Yes, we will, Liam. Now, take this and find the tavern written in this paper,"

Neil gave Liam a paper, and Liam looked at the name of the tavern, which was 'The Sweet Home Alabama Tavern'.

"Okay, young master, but what am I supposed to do when I get to the tavern?"

"You'll meet someone who'll give you a magical artifact. He'll also give you another artifact for me, and once you are back, I will inform you of what Uncle wants us to do with the artifacts."

"Understood, Young master. I'll be back before you know it," Liam bowed politely before leaving the room.

As an attendant of a student in Stella Hall, Liam had the privilege of entering and leaving the school building however he liked.

The academy had a list of the attendants of the top ten students, so they could easily identify that he was an attendant of one of the top ten students in the academy.

Neil sat back on a reclining chair and relaxed as he prepared himself mentally for the destruction and chaos he intended to wreck in the academy.

"Everything will definitely go according to plan," He muttered to himself with a grin on his face before closing his eyes to fall asleep.

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Meanwhile, in the human kingdom, underneath a cathedral, there was an underground building and in one of the rooms in the building, a man could be seen frowning at the list of things he had written on a paper.

This man had the appearance of a man in his mid-forties, and he was none other than Phil Hartman.

He furrowed his brows even more as he continuously stared at the paper before he then opened his mouth to speak. "Tell me, Horseman, do you really think this plan will work?"