Infiltration

Daran School, its headquarters.

Outside the manor is a wall made of countless tree stumps and rocks, with vines that have blood-sucking and thorny effects climbing up it, forming a stable defense.

"I... Silver Eye Dom, am finally back."

With a shaved head and strange tattoos, Silver Eye arrived at the manor gate, his eyes revealing a complex expression.

Who is it?

At the manor gate, a morning glory blooms, emanating an ancient voice.

"Teacher, it's me! I'm back." Silver Eye' voice was deep.

Boom!

The next moment, the door burst open, and an elderly Wizard in a green robe came out to greet them. Seeing the drastically changed appearance of Silver Eye, he rubbed his eyes and asked, "You... you are... Silver Eye?"

He never imagined that the student who used to be so meticulous about his appearance would shave his head and beard, turning into a large goose egg.

"Yes, teacher! I'm sorry I let you down before..."

Silver Eye lowered his head humbly.

"No... no need to apologize. Now that I think about it, I was too harsh on you."

The old Wizard in green robes wiped his eyes, a few tears glistening at the corners. "It's good that you're back! Even a mid-level Wizard is more than qualified to take over as the leader of the Daran School."

Initially, he thought Silver Eye Silver Eye was a genius and had very high expectations of him, hoping that he could break through the bottleneck of advanced Wizard and revitalize the Daran School.

Later, due to overly aggressive actions and the use of dangerous modification rituals, Silver Eye developed problems, making it difficult to advance to higher levels. This led to his departure to seek a solution.

In the blink of an eye, decades have passed.

The old Wizard in green robes was over a hundred years old, nearing the end of his lifespan.

"No... teacher!"

The tattoos on Silver Eye' body lit up one by one, forming mysterious symbols of Words of Arrogance.

With this surge of power, his aura intensified, and two illusory silver rings, seemingly composed of countless mysterious symbols, appeared in his eyes. "High-level Wizard... I am already one."

"He really is... a high-level Wizard!"

The old Wizard in green robes was astonished, then overjoyed. "Excellent... you are excellent! My Daran School will surely prosper!"

High-level Wizard are a class equivalent to, or even stronger than Silver Knight.

In this era where Gold Knight and Wizard King are almost extinct, they are the strongest beings standing at the pinnacle of the mystical world!

"Revival? No! That's far from enough! I will unite all schools of thought and make the entire Wizard world submit to me!"

Silver Eye laughed loudly, "However... our Daran School will also be renamed, teacher... please allow me to introduce you to a brand new school, a power that is truly desirable... it is called— the Arrogant School!"

Sulu didn't really care about the opportunities and choices the four students made.

As long as the knowledge and ideas of the Arrogant School, along with the potion, are spread, that will suffice.

As for the results?

It may take decades or even centuries of slow development before it truly appears.

At this moment, he had changed into a black bodysuit and put on the Crow Mask. The disguise effect of this mask was weakened to some extent, but he could still make minor adjustments to his facial muscles to become someone with a similar face shape.

"Is this... the royal palace?"

Sulu stood not far away, gazing at the royal palace and castle, a slight smile on his face.

After coming into this world, without any restrictions, he became increasingly daring.

At that moment, the idea of visiting the royal palace naturally arose in my mind.

Of course, even in a world with low magic levels, it's unrealistic for him to storm the palace with his current strength.

The Duke has Silver Knight under his command, and the strength of the court guards and court Mage must not be bad, not to mention, there may also be Curio left behind by Dragon I.

Sulu still decided to sneak in.

There were many palace guards, most of them wearing golden armor, protecting Philetrin III, his queen, and their children. Their numbers numbered around a thousand, and they changed shifts daily.

Sulu set his sights on someone named ' Garfield '.

His height and hairstyle were similar to mine, and the difference in our faces could be completely altered by using Crow Mask.

Furthermore, this guy is rather withdrawn, rarely speaks to his colleagues, and after patrolling, he likes to go to a tavern frequented by lower classes for a drink and then stay out all night.

So, when Sulu arrived at the palace the next day wearing Garfield's armor, he went unnoticed.

"Garfield, Quentin... you're coming with me to patrol the garden today! Remember the honor of knights, and your duty!"

A middle-aged knight with gray hair and a clean-shaven beard instructed them and led them on their duties and patrols.

Sulu, his Inspiration flowing freely, was slightly disappointed. "The area is too small; at least... this area doesn't have what I'm looking for."

"Perhaps, after scouting the terrain, I should come back tonight, then I can send out Shadow Clone?"

Just then, someone at the front of the group stepped aside and bowed, clearly indicating that a person of high status had arrived.

Sir Nave!

A clear, melodious female voice rang out.

Sulu looked up slightly and saw a woman in a long, red palace dress. This must be Fula Drake, the newest queen of Philetrin III.

Philetrin III is nearly sixty years old and has married three wives throughout his life, fathering two sons and one daughter.

Queen Fula was the third successor, but unfortunately she only had one daughter, Princess Messiah.

She has a beautiful appearance; although she is over thirty, she looks like a nineteen-year-old girl with long, fiery red hair.

Beside her, she was holding the hand of a little girl.

The little girl was about thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing deerskin boots, a hunter's outfit, and had short, platinum blonde hair; she had a somewhat tomboyish air about her.

The little girl, who was looking around, seemed to notice Sulu's furtive glances. Her eyes held both authority and curiosity, as if she had discovered some fun toy.

At this point, the Queen's greetings with Sir Nave were also drawing to a close.

'It turns out the little princess wanted to go hunting, but wasn't allowed, so she could only relax in the garden...'

'Our mission is to protect this mother and daughter?'

Sulu watched Fula's retreating figure and smiled strangely.

Messiah seemed to notice his gaze and glared at him fiercely.

Sulu, feeling playful, made a face at her.

The little princess's eyes widened, seemingly unable to believe that among those guards who were as stern as marble statues, there could actually be such a fellow!

"Mother, I want to ride a horse!"

Her eyes darted around, and she grabbed Fula's arm as she drank black tea under a shady awning, speaking in a pleading voice.

"Alright, my little darling, you can choose a pony, and Sir Nave will accompany you."

Fula, unable to bear being pestered any longer, said helplessly.

"No... how could I trouble a venerable knight? I want... him to serve me!"

Messiah's fair little finger pointed to a guard standing beside her—it was Sulu!