Circumstances Changed! The School of the Wolf Was Moving to Arland!

I was given a cold look and then heard my full name.

The girl immediately realized that her mentor's mood was not just bad, it was like a volcano about to erupt.

Like a timid little quail, she quickly shrank back and instinctively turned around to make way.

But the next second, remembering her promise to a certain boy, she paused in her retreat.

Then, while inwardly lamenting, "I'm doomed, Ailin's going to kill me," he forced a dry smile:

"Lady Vesemir, would you like a cup of hot water to warm yourself up?"

"Get to the point!" Vesemir waved her hand impatiently. "What trouble have you gotten into this time?"

The innate pressure emanating from the high-ranking Sorceress and her mentor caused the girl's words of concern to be cut short as soon as they began.

"I... I didn't cause any trouble, it's just... it's just..."

The girl's hesitation and helplessness made the already impatient Sorceress even more irritable.

Everywhere you looked, the bottles and jars on the alchemy table were a mess, the pages of the books lying on the floor were bent, and even the door to the inner room was half open...

Has she been too kind to her apprentices lately, to the point that she's forgotten her place?

"Shut up!" the Sorceress scoffed. "I'll see for myself..."

The overwhelming and powerful Divine Power directly broke through the defenses Mary had built in her mind.

Like rivers flowing into the sea, unstoppable.

But the next moment.

That domineering Divine Power suddenly froze.

The river flowed backwards in an instant, disappearing from the girl's mind in a matter of moments.

"You... care about me." The emotion transmitted through Divine Power made the Sorceress's tone strange. "Why?"

The girl, whose eyes were brimming with tears from the earlier rough behavior, dared not be tactful anymore.

"Ai... Ailin said you've been in a bad mood lately and asked me to find a chance to comfort you."

"What did Ailin say? When?"

"Evening..."

The answer was no longer important at this point, or rather, the Sorceress already knew the answer before Mary even spoke it.

Yes.

Besides her Ailin, who else could inspire Mary, who usually trembles at the sight of her, to have the courage to block her path at a time like this?

"Phew~"

The evening breeze blows from the mountains, carrying the refreshing fragrance of grass, sweeping away all troubling worries.

The Sorceress's gaze softened.

The bottles and jars on the alchemy table were so cluttered that they seemed to have a certain quality to them.

Mary was still reeling from the shock of her mental defenses being forcibly breached; she braced herself against the alchemy table, her eyes brimming with tears.

The Sorceress pursed her lips, bent down, and picked up the book lying on the ground.

"Slap slap~"

Brush the dust off the Chiffon Paper and close the book.

"Don't look!"

Upon seeing this, the girl's large, watery eyes widened even more.

Ignoring the pressure and fear from her mentor, she hurriedly stretched out her ten fingers and awkwardly lunged forward, trying to cover the cover and spine of the book.

But by then it was clearly too late.

"How a Magical Lady Can Cleverly Attract Handsome Men..." Vesemir read the title aloud clearly, then looked at the girl with a complicated expression.

The girl froze in embarrassment, her outstretched arms suddenly stopping in mid-air.

"Squeak~"

The sound of a poorly lubricated wooden door being pushed open could be heard.

They looked in the direction of the sound.

A small head with long black hair peeked out from the inner room, its large violet eyes reflecting the candlelight and blinking.

Seeing Vesemir and Mary looking over, they timidly hid back inside.

now.

Even the wind howling down from the mountains seemed to hold its breath in embarrassment.

The mind-reading wasn't over yet. Mary remained frozen like a marble sculpture, but her emotions were overflowing from her little head.

The Sorceress handed the book over.

The girl silently pulled the book back, hugged it to her chest, and covered the cover and spine where the name was.

"Is this book... useful?" the Sorceress broke the silence.

The girl didn't say anything.

The intense emotional turmoil suddenly surged like a storm on the sea because of this one sentence.

Even though the Sorceress had long since withdrawn her Divine Power from her mind, she was still forced to accept a lot of vague, but emotionally charged, chaotic statements and fragmented memories.

Got it...

The Sorceress sighed softly, "It seems we are all losers tonight."

The girl paused for a moment upon hearing this, looking up from the suffocating awkwardness at her tutor.

Are they all losers?

Could it be that Grandmaster Soyer also...?

This... this shouldn't be happening!

certainly.

Despite being full of doubts, the girl clearly didn't have the courage to voice her questions. Instead, upon realizing what she was thinking, she quickly cleared her mind and composed herself.

With her mental defenses broken down, Vesemir's mind was completely unguarded.

But the next second.

"I'm sorry, Mary," a cool voice rang out.

All of the girl's efforts to control her emotions were in vain.

She... she has never heard Vesemir apologize to anyone...

"Why?" she asked stupidly and subconsciously, then regretted it as soon as she asked, thinking she was about to be scolded.

Unexpectedly, after a moment of silence, the Sorceress looked up at the lonely moon, lost in thought, and said:

"Because of the abyss..."

The girl was taken aback. "Huh?"

night.

The capital of Kedwen —Ade Kalay.

"Knock knock knock~"

Inside the study of the Duke Donato's residence, precious incense burned.

An elderly man dressed in fine clothes sat reclining on a high-backed chair with intricate carvings.

He rested his right elbow on the dragon-head-carved armrest, casually propped his chin up, and closed his eyes to rest, as if waiting for someone.

The finely textured, dark cane was placed on his left, pointing straight at the long table in front of him like a long sword.

At this long table sat three noblemen, all dressed in equally fine clothes and with oiled beards that were clearly meticulously groomed.

They must be waiting for someone, just like the old man.

They were chatting idly, feeling utterly bored.

"I heard Philis is dead?" the young nobleman with a short beard asked casually, fiddling with the white silk scarf around his neck.

"He was hanged this afternoon." Another middle-aged nobleman with a goatee nodded. "Not only was his tongue cut out, but his mouth was also gagged with burlap during the execution..."

"So cruel?"

The young nobleman with the short beard paused in his movements.

With disgust, she stuffed the white silk scarf back into her breast pocket, as if some disgusting blood had stained the pure white.

The middle-aged nobleman with a goatee seemed quite satisfied with the young nobleman's reaction. He chuckled twice before saying, "The charge is treason and leaking royal secrets."

"Philis? Colluding with an enemy country?" The young nobleman was incredulous, and his little hands stopped moving completely.

If I remember correctly, wasn't Philis the most loyal old dog of Haxor and the royal family?

Even if there was any collusion with an enemy country, it was done under the new king's instructions; as for leaking royal secrets...

How... how is this possible?

"Hahaha—" the middle-aged nobleman stroked his goatee and laughed, "You just came back from Riedania, you don't know, but these past few months, Ad Kale has been quite lively under the rule of the new King Rado..."

Although he was addressed as the new king, the middle-aged nobleman's tone showed no respect for Kedwen's new master.

However, the young nobleman clearly didn't care about that. Intrigued by the middle-aged nobleman's advances, he quickly asked:

"Tell me quickly, Uncle Raphael, how did things get so lively?"

"I've only heard that Rado was..." He glanced at the old man at the head of the table with his eyes closed, and subconsciously lowered his voice, "...after being rejected by Duke Donato, he found a knight from Toussaint to be his King's Hand ..."

"That's another matter..." The middle-aged nobleman Raphael's expression changed slightly, and he interrupted awkwardly. Then, he stopped teasing the young nobleman and said directly:

"They say it was treason and leaking royal secrets, but in reality, our new king executed Philis and humiliated him so severely, all for one reason..."

"What's the reason?" the young nobleman pressed.

"Support Duke Donato!"

"Huh?" The young nobleman gaped in astonishment. "Duke Donato? That old dog Philis would side with us?"

"Of course not," Raphael stroked his goatee, a slight smile playing on his lips, "So..."

"He's dead."

"And he died a very, very tragic death."

"His tongue was ripped out in a fit of rage because he refused to admit that he had sided with Duke Donato."

"And that's not all. Philis's wife and daughter were also forcibly sent to Pink Alley..."

Raphael paused, then closed his eyes in contentment.

"Tsk tsk, I have to say, although Philis isn't good-looking, his wife and daughters are really..."

"Her skin was as white and tender as the finest mutton fat, and her cry was clear, melodious, and yet mournful..."

The middle-aged nobleman stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, seemingly savoring the memory.

"Enough!"

At this moment, the elderly nobleman, whose beard was slightly gray, who had been sitting in the first seat to Duke Donato, suddenly shouted and interrupted Raphael.

The young nobleman immediately fell silent and sat up straight.

The middle-aged nobleman pursed his lips, but perhaps because Duke Donato was present, he did not argue back.

"Philis was loyal to his lord, upheld his integrity, and maintained the honor of his family." The older nobleman's tone was firm and resolute. "He was just unlucky to have chosen the wrong lord."

"So stop insulting a truly respectable nobleman with your words, because that is also an insult to yourselves."

He finished speaking.

The room remained silent for a long while.

"It's as if you're not the one who did the most work..." the middle-aged nobleman muttered, but his voice was not quiet.

"Raphael, you!" The older nobleman suddenly stood up.

The atmosphere in the study instantly became tense, as if swords were about to be drawn.

"Alright, alright, Raphael, Gile, you're all on the same side. It's rare for you to see each other and you're already arguing." Duke Donato, sitting at the head of the table, slowly and deliberately advised with his eyes half-open. "Sit down, both of you."

"Yes, Your Excellency Donato." The two nobles rose and bowed, only sitting down after the old man casually waved his hand.

After the older nobleman Gile sat down, he looked at the younger nobleman and explained earnestly:

"Count Nasi!"

"Philis is loyal to his lord, and I also have someone I need to be loyal to, so I have a clear conscience."

Upon hearing this, the young nobleman known as Count Nasi gave him an awkward smile and nodded.

Then.

Another long silence followed.

For some reason, the person they were waiting for had not yet arrived, but not one of them—not even Donato, the highest-ranking official, and Raphael, who seemed to have the most volatile temper—showed the slightest impatience.

Not long after.

The young nobleman Naxi fiddled with the silk scarf at his chest, then whispered to the middle-aged nobleman:

Why would Rado be so cruel to Philis?

"I mean, wasn't he still peddling Toussaint's traditional five virtues of Harvest Festival —honor, wisdom, generosity, valor, and mercy—which he recited so many times I can remember them all?"

"It hasn't even been a year yet, has it? No matter how much you hate Philis, doing this would definitely be contrary to the chivalrous virtue of mercy, wouldn't it?"

"And isn't that Toussaint Knight still the King's Hand? Didn't he stop it?"

"People always change, Naxi," the middle-aged nobleman Raphael said meaningfully, "Especially those who sit in that position..."

"If I take the seat, it will definitely not change!" The young nobleman glanced at Donato, who had his eyes closed, and quickly interrupted Raphael, so nervous that he was almost about to swear an oath.

However, the old man sitting at the head of the table did not open his eyes.

Instead, Raphael patted him on the shoulder, signaling him to calm down.

"I believe in you, Naxi, we all believe in you..." Raphael said softly, "Otherwise we wouldn't have chosen you."

"I am referring to our new king, the false king Rado who will eventually be replaced by you."

"It is precisely because he is not as good as you that he will be replaced by you."

Seeing that Naxi had calmed down and started fiddling with his white silk scarf again, Raphael continued:

"Three months after the king's death is enough to change a lot, especially for Rado, who has just ascended the throne and is gradually turning his back on the pillars that support the kingdom, and is now Rado by enemies."

"So stay here and don't go out and let him find you. He's not the person you used to know."

"As for that tutor in Toussaint..."

Raphael paused, glanced at the elderly nobleman Gile with his eyes closed, and said:

"He has done a very good job, given what he has."

"It's just a pity..."

"He was unlucky; he chose the wrong lord?" Naxi continued.

"Hahaha..." Raphael paused for a moment, then exaggeratedly slapped his thigh and burst into laughter:

"That's right, that's right. Dite was really unlucky to choose Ban Ad, who Kedwen the nobles even a little bit, and to choose Rado, who couldn't figure out his place, didn't know how to hide his true thoughts, and only knew how to avenge his Rado, as his object of loyalty..."

"Naxi, you're really smart. No wonder you were able to replace Rado and sit in the highest position in Kedwen!"

Startled by Raphael's sudden outburst, Naxi pulled out a white silk scarf.

After awkwardly chuckling a few times, he folded it neatly again, then quietly put it back.

But even after he had put the scarf away, Raphael was still smiling.

Not only was Duke Donato unmoved, but even Gile, who seemed to have the Rift against Raphael, did not open his eyes.

until...

"Bang!"

An orange-yellow portal suddenly appeared.

The wind howled inside, whipping the luxurious gold silk curtains into the air.

Not only Raphael coughed because the sudden, strong wind had filled his mouth, but everyone else's hair and beards were also disheveled as a result.

However, it must have been prepared in advance.

Inside the study, books, pens, cups, and other small items were all put away and remained unaffected.

Once someone walked out of the portal, the gale stopped.

The four nobles, including Donato, immediately stood up to greet them.

But the newcomer simply waved his hand and said solemnly:

"The situation has changed!"

"The School of the Wolf is moving to Arland!"