A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

Ares, who was playing with the flame in his hand, raised his head and looked at Shu Ange with green eyes.

There was another layer of coolness on her back, and the Holy Light Magic Academy ordered that magic wands or magic scrolls are prohibited on campus, but for the distinguished His Highness Ares, it was useless.

More importantly, his talent is so powerful that he can release magic spells below Tier 4 without the need for a medium, which is really powerful.

His eyes turned dark green with a mocking light, Shu Ange bit his lip, took another step forward, lowered his voice in a fearless spirit and said, "Actually, I am a prophet, I saw it in my dreams. …”

In Gaia, prophets and fortune-tellers are revered professions, because they are believed to have glimpses of the gears of fate.

But fortune-tellers rely on talent, but fortune-tellers rely on dreams, so most of the time, everyone is suspicious of fortune-tellers.

Ares put out the flame in his hand, and walked out of the flowers with his slender thighs, his hands in his pockets, and a lazy expression like a beautiful boy who came out of a cartoon.

The flowers bloomed just right, the air was filled with a faint fragrance, and the sea seemed to be hidden in his eyes, surging with green waves.

But Shu Ange felt a sense of oppression from him. After he came out, he lowered his head and folded a flower, played with it in his hand, and asked lightly, "What prophecy."

Shu Ange was being kicked out of the Holy Light Magic Academy, and he had a relationship with His Royal Highness Ares, and he might be hesitant to fly out because he couldn't speak nonsense.

Speaking, or not speaking, Shu Ange was confused.

When Ares saw her silence, his eyes suddenly became sharp, and he said in a playful voice: "Perhaps, you don't know what happened to the last person who tried to attract my attention in this way."

The delicate flowers were crushed by his fair and slender fingers, his fingertips were dyed a touch of red, and the petals fell to the ground.

"I saw that Queen Isabella was going to be assassinated by a knight named Dieter at the Bauhinia Festival in December."

Shu Ange finished what she knew in one breath, and then stared into the eyes of His Highness Ares boldly to observe his reaction.

After Ares heard her words, a storm suddenly rolled up in his green eyes. Before Shu Ange could react, he grabbed his bow tie and lifted him up.

He was more than a head taller than her, and Shu Ange could only struggle desperately on tiptoe, her face flushed by the tie, and she couldn't breathe.

At this time, Shu Ange didn't care whether he was offended or not, and stretched out his hand to break Ares' fingers.

When Shu Ange was about to faint, Ares released his hand and showed a malicious smile: "If you lie to me, the gallows will be waiting for you."

There was evil in his handsome appearance, and Shu Ange shivered at the dangerous words.

But even though he was afraid that his calf trembled slightly, Shu Ange still did not forget to fight for his own rights: "So, I hope Your Highness can forgive me for my misstep today, and you can see that I have no choice..."

As she spoke, she carefully observed the expression of His Highness Ares.

Just when Shu Ange was nervous, a clear voice suddenly sounded: "Rui, Dean, please come over. Well, who is this?"

Ares' expression instantly became lazy, he reached out and patted Shu Ange on the shoulder, put him in her ear and said meaningfully: "If you can't keep it a secret, then the dead won't speak."

"…"

Shu Ange finally understood why everyone called Ares the devil's school grass, and always threatened others with death - she was really scared.

"It's surprising how Yue Jian has the time to help the old man run errands."

Hearing the word Yuejian, Shu Ange immediately remembered Ming Yuejian, another school grass known as the gentle prince in the original owner's memory.