CH 72

Along the way, the department head did not speak, and the two arrived silently at the administrative castle in the college.

Miller led him into the central hall of the castle, where Rode met the three deans of the branches, Vila, Bag, and Bain, as well as the dean, Theodore.

The atmosphere was very serious, and it seemed like something bad was happening.

Was it because they found out about his purchase of a hunter's license?

Rode was nervous. Even if he lost fifty points from the ten groups, it was nothing more than starting from the bottom again.

But if his hunter's license was revoked, wouldn't all of his subsequent plans be ruined?

"Your Excellency, the dean, Rode has arrived," Miller said expressionlessly, bowing slightly.

"You've worked hard, Miller. Please take a seat."

Theodore raised his blue eyes, his tone relaxed, but the iron-like faces of the three deans did not ease the atmosphere.

"And Rode, don't be nervous, please take a seat as well."

He took out a document from his pocket, the header was black with the words "Internal Judicature" on it.

"This morning, did you participate in a high-threat hunting mission in the Iron Cross district defense department?"

Rode nodded.

"And you succeeded in the hunt, right?"

Rode nodded again.

"No team members died or suffered irreparable damage because of you, and you didn't commit any fundamental errors, right?"

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"Your Excellency, this is not the point," the first branch dean, Vila, interrupted. "You can't ask like this."

Theodore looked at him with his blue eyes behind his black-framed glasses. "Vila, I think this is the point."

"No! This has nothing to do with the regulations of the Royal City's combat, nor with the Golden Rule we inscribed on the Holy Grail," Vila said sternly. He was a middle-aged man with a square face and rigid lines. Every wrinkle seemed to be carved out with a knife, and his voice was like steel.

He turned his head and looked at Rode seriously.

"Are you a formal combatant? Do you have the combat qualifications issued by the Black Helder Training Ground? Do you have combat orders from the college, the military war department, or the highest council?"

Rode's heart stirred, and he wanted to explain, but Vila interrupted him directly.

"Yes or no!"

Rode was silent for a few seconds.

"No."

Vila looked at Theodore expressionlessly.

"See, the matter is already clear. Rode ignored the regulations of the Royal City's combat, treated dangerous missions as games, and put his teammates in danger. According to the punishment rules, he should be expelled from the college and handed over to the Internal Judicature for disposal."Dean of the Third Division, Bain hesitated: "Vera, isn't this too strict? There's no need to do this."

Vera said coldly: "The letter from the Internal Judiciary has already been sent. We must follow the law and there are no problems with the procedures. Otherwise, it will be our problem. Do you still want to continue your teaching system?"

The Second Division Dean, Bag, frowned: "But this is obviously unreasonable. Cases that are successful and have no serious consequences are generally not pursued."

Vera said indifferently: "There is no 'generally'. This matter cannot be inferred based on results. This time, he was lucky to succeed, but what about next time? If everyone does the same, it will eventually lead to a disaster. This matter falls under the jurisdiction of the Internal Judiciary. The pressure on the academy is already great enough. We cannot afford to receive any more criticism."

Everyone fell silent.

Rode felt a chill climb up his spine. He knew that this was definitely the work of the iron-masked Manolobana, who used facts that were reasonable but not in line with the rules to frame him.

This was a typical power-hungry bureaucrat who wielded the big stick of rules, looking for loopholes like a fly. You could only passively take the beating, unable to fight back because they cleverly hid behind the body of rules like a fox under the tiger's might.

The only way to deal with such people was to have higher and greater power.

Rode had known this for a long time.

But why did it happen?

Didn't he have the support of the other three chief judges?

Doubts echoed in his mind, and Rode was very nervous. If he was handed over like this, it would be bad.

Just then, Miller spoke up: "I remember Rode is a special student."

Vera said coldly: "Special students do not have regulations to support them in this regard."

"They do."

Miller looked at her expressionlessly.

The coldness from both sides made the air even colder.

The Chief Judge, Theodore, looked over with his blue eyes, and there was a hint of appreciation in his gaze.

"There is, Vera."

He said gently, his silver-white beard trembling slightly, showing his happy mood.

"The Non-Human Voice of Calill and our cooperation with the covert branch of the special student unit have combat authorization."

Vera's expression remained as cold as ice, without any change: "But the personnel have not been finalized."

Theodore's blue eyes looked over, with a hint of a smile:

"I have finalized it, this morning."Byrne and Bagh finally came to their senses, looked at each other, and laughed together: "Yes, we are sure that they are the most special and earliest matured students, with the operational authorization of the Calielle Secret Corps."

"Good."

Vira said coldly.

"I will reply to the Internal Adjudication Office like this."

He stood up and left the room.

As if the cold winter had left, the temperature in the room visibly rose.

The two deans sighed at the same time: "Little guy, since you entered the academy, you have caused us a lot of trouble."

"Behave yourself and stop causing trouble. Your authorization file still has a part in the Internal Adjudication Office, and your situation is also difficult for the academy."

Miller pursed his lips and said seriously, "Rode, I don't know what your problem is or who you have a grudge with, but I think if you study quietly in the academy for a year, all difficulties will be over."

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Rode nodded honestly, but he knew in his heart that if he really did as she said, the grass on his grave would probably be three meters high in a year.

Kassan could burn the medal for the top ten in the ten-year period for him.

Fortunately, the Criticism Conference did not last too long.

The President of the Academy, Theodore, stood up. His tall figure almost touched the roof, and his silver beard covered the teacup on the table like a waterfall.

"Bagh, Byrne, you are very busy and don't have time to waste here. Miller, you should go talk to the students in the top ten. They must be worried. Rode, come to my office."

The two deans patted Rode's shoulder in succession and walked out of the room.

Miller pursed his lips and looked at him for a moment: "You should really change your Fire Seed name, otherwise others will keep teasing you."

"Well done."

She said finally and walked out of the room.

Rode was stunned. He didn't expect this serious department head to actually support him.

Collecting his thoughts, he pushed open the door and came to the office of the President of Kimberly Academy.

It was a very spacious and beautiful room, filled with all kinds of strange gadgets. The huge bookshelf and the translucent glass cabinet were the main furniture. Theodore sat behind a large mahogany table, on which there was a silver tripod, a complex spherical machine, a solidified fireball shrunken in a birdcage, and a black sea urchin in a glass jar.

And this tall principal was holding a stone basin and staring at it carefully.

The stone basin was filled with white mist.

"Rode.""He said in a relaxed tone.

"Come and see what's in this stone basin."

Rode walked over carefully, noticing that the solidified fireball was approaching him, and the sea urchin also quietly opened its eyes, stealing a glance at him.

Are these things alive?

Mixed thoughts flashed through his mind, and Rode came to the stone basin and carefully opened the Eye of the Soul.

The Dean didn't have any special reaction and was still focused on the stone basin.

Rode breathed a sigh of relief, afraid that the legendary Dean would see through his secret.

Lowering his gaze, he looked into the stone basin.

The white mist gradually dissipated, revealing a tall, beautiful woman with golden hair, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, dressed very coolly, wearing only underwear and shorts, with dazzling long white thighs and a full figure that made people jealous.

She stood in front of a lake, the clear lake water as blue as the sky, with green grass under her feet, and a huge white tree that could only be seen in part in the distance.

The golden-haired woman smiled at them, gracefully turning around as if to show off her perfect figure. Her appearance was somewhat familiar.

Rode looked up with a complicated expression.

No way.

You were this kind of Dean?

Hiding in the office every day to watch pretty girls?

Theodore raised his blue eyes, his wise gaze seeming to see through his heart: "So, you saw the image?"

So, you didn't see it?

Rode's heart moved slightly, nodding.

Theodore smiled: "You really are a complete clairvoyant."

Rode was slightly stunned: "Don't you know?"

Theodore shook his head and put the stone basin aside.

"We know much less than you think. The Internal Adjudication Office has classified your file as the highest level of confidentiality and has blocked a lot of information about you from the academy. In theory, we shouldn't even know what your flame name is."

Rode found it difficult to accept that the Kimberley Academy did not have as much authority as the Internal Adjudication Office.

Theodore seemed to know what he was thinking and smiled: "Our responsibilities are different. The Internal Adjudication Office is responsible for all internal affairs, and it has an unshakable right to speak on this matter. "

He took out two silver cups from under the table.

"What would you like to drink?"

Rode was stunned. He had never been a guest at someone else's house before and didn't understand the customs here, so he came up with a clever answer:

"Same as you."

Theodore smiled and shook his head: "Grass tea may not be suitable for you. Would you like some black tea?"

Rode nodded. "Theodore took out two silver cans and poured tea leaves into two silver cups. With a flick of his slender fingers, a ball of pure water floated out of the washbasin in the bathroom.

The solid fireball jumped out of the birdcage and took a bath in the water.

The water boiled and poured into the two cups like a waterfall.

"Drink up."

Theodore handed the silver cup to Rode and took a sip of his own green tea.

"Hmm, the temperature is just right."

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Rode didn't dare to speak recklessly. He held the cup and cautiously looked at the fireball, which was doing a strange dance in the birdcage. He asked softly, "Your Excellency Dean, did you call me here for something?"

Theodore put down his cup and said gently, "Rode, you may have a heart for adventure, but you should know that only the towering tree can withstand the storm."

Rode's heart sank.

If the Dean insisted on keeping him in the academy, he would not be able to leave, and his subsequent actions would be greatly affected.

No.

Rode's mind raced.

He couldn't agree to this. He had to find a way to persuade him.

"So, you should have come to me earlier."

Huh?

Rode opened his mouth, but the words got stuck in his throat.

Theodore took out a silver whistle from his pocket and put it in Rode's hand.

"This is a talisman I made. It contains a fragment of my soul and can summon my phantom. It can deal with magic creatures below the Super Rank and escape from the hands of the Dangerous High Rank creatures."

He looked at Rode with his azure eyes, with a hint of blame in his eyes.

"If you encounter danger, use it. Before the energy inside is exhausted, you can bring it back to me."

Rode took the whistle, and a warm feeling surged in his heart. He didn't know how to express his gratitude, so he pretended to drink the red tea to cover up his embarrassment.

Damn!

This water is hot!

"Oh."

Theodore flicked his finger lightly, and Rode felt the burnt area become much cooler. The hot air in the red tea rose rapidly, like a small whirlwind.

"I always forget that your spiritual energy is very low. Rode, you need to practice more. In the future, you will know that the meaning of spiritual energy is much more than you think."

"Um, what else did I want to say?"

He supported his forehead with one hand, and the light of spiritual energy flickered rapidly on his temple, as if he was trying hard to recall something."Sorry, my memory is a bit confused. What I wanted to say earlier was that the special student's secret team has been established. You will follow them to perform some formal missions outside the royal city. So, you should study harder, especially the part about formal combat."

Rode asked, "What is the secret team? And who is Kalil?"

The energy flashes on the Dean's temple became more urgent, and his tone became somewhat harsh.

"Kalil's secret team is a special combat group with three other sequences of combatants: the White Spirit Heir, the Black Spirit Heir, and the Unawakened. They are very mature and have extremely strong combat power, but they are very dangerous... Oh, no, I shouldn't have told you this."

Theodore's tone softened.

"Don't worry, the special student's secret team is relatively normal. We won't allow any lunatics to use students for experiments... In fact, I disagree with this plan. Kalil's thinking is too dangerous and not suitable for students to be exposed to. But the pressure from the academy is too great. The elders accuse us of investing too much in ordinary students and demand that we invest more energy in training strong people and give up useless waste, such as Kimberly Star... Oh, sorry, I'm not feeling well today."

He stood up and changed the subject.

"By the way, what did you see in the stone basin just now?"

Rode was stunned for several seconds before describing what he saw and silently hoping that it wasn't the Dean's old lover or something.

After listening, Theodore's expression became quite nostalgic.

"So that's how it was. Kassan originally meant that."

What?

Rode had a very bad feeling.

Theodore's blue eyes flickered.

"Rode, don't misunderstand. She is Kassan's great-grandmother, also named Kassan."

"Like her granddaughter, she was flatter than me before the age of sixteen. So, what I mean is, don't miss out."

Theodore showed a sly smile and tucked his silver beard into his waistband.

"It's getting late. Go eat. There's raspberry jam and strange-tasting cake in the academy cafeteria today. I'm starving, and you must be too, right?"

He waved his hand and turned into a silver light, flying out of the window.

Rode was stunned for a while before realizing that he should leave the office.

After taking a final look at the strange object on the table, he also left the room.

- - -

Upper City.

Department of Internal Adjudication.

On the spire.A servant respectfully handed over the reply from Kimberly Academy.

After reading it, Manolobana revealed a cold smile.