I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

"Ahhhhhhhh-"

The sound moves from far to near, from top to bottom, accompanied by increasingly obvious vibrations. If you listen carefully, you can still tell that the sound is spinning and spiraling downward.

It seemed that someone had rolled down the stairs, from the third floor to the first floor.

As soon as Shenji made this judgment, he saw a person falling out of the stairs.

Surprisingly, this young man, who was only a few years older than Shenji, actually bounced up from the ground with a bow the moment he landed. He didn't seem to be affected at all by falling from a high place.

The boy who stood firm didn't bother to clean the dust off his body, raised his head and cursed upwards: "You barbarian, hit me again."

"Sorry, I didn't see you because you were too short." The apology sounded without sincerity.

This is also a young man. Compared with the previous young man who was thin and frail, he is indeed very tall. The two stood side by side, as if they were professional basketball players and ordinary people.

"Do you want to fight?" The short boy had an evil look in his eyes and raised his fist high.

"I don't want to be said to be bullying the weak." The tall young man challenged with his arms folded across his chest.

"It doesn't matter who is weak." The short boy punched out.

The punch seemed to have landed in the air, but in fact, the moment the fist was struck, the air in front of the fist suddenly solidified, as if an air lead ball was pushed out and hit the tall boy's face.

The tall boy remained motionless, mouthing a syllable of unknown meaning. The air cannonball seemed to be refracted and bounced off a tough wall.

As luck would have it, the air shot ball that bounced high was refracted again after hitting the ceiling of the teaching building that had been strengthened by magic. The refracted trajectory was aimed at Shinji's head.

Shinji sighed helplessly, raised his free left hand, and smashed the air shot ball. For him now, a real shot put can be smashed with one palm, let alone air condensed by magic.

It was only then that the tall and short people who were confronting each other realized that there were other people in the entrance hall, and they quickly stopped.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention. You weren't hurt."

"It's okay." Shenji smiled and didn't take it to heart.

Magicians are human beings too, and everyone has their youthful and energetic moments. It’s not like he never got into fights when he was in school in his previous life, it’s just not that exaggerated.

"That's good, that's good." The short boy noticed the suitcase Shenji was dragging, and his eyes lit up, "Are you here to report? Then we will be classmates from now on?"

"No." Shenji shook his head, "I have something to do with your teacher Velvet. Where is he?"

"Teacher, it's in the office. Go up the stairs to the third floor. That's the innermost room." The tall boy replied, "Well, although I don't know which department you are a student in, please come to our classroom when you have time. Come and try out a few classes, the teacher’s class will definitely not disappoint you.”

"Yes, yes, Teacher Weber is the best." The short boy agreed.

"Okay, I'll definitely come if I get the chance." Shenji nodded, picked up his suitcase and walked up the stairs.

The two fifteen- or sixteen-year-old boys behind him were still yelling.

"That's it."

"You must come."

"Haha, Weber is really loved by the students. Although they are all a group of problem students, the atmosphere is indeed much better than outside."

Shinji, who was feeling relaxed, passed by the students who were walking out of the classroom one after another, walked along the marble floor to the end of the corridor, and knocked on the door.

"Come in." Weber's voice was a little different from his usual phone calls, a little less casual and a little more dignified as a teacher.

Shinji pushed open the door and entered.

Weber's office is divided into two rooms, inside and outside. There is a shoe rack at the entrance.

Unlike Japan, the UK does not have the habit of changing shoes when entering the teaching building. Doing so is probably Weber's personal habit. It seems that he specially prepared replacement leather shoes in the office, and he probably also prepared replacement clothes in the closet.

Finding that there was no one outside, Shenji put his hand on the rather elegant door in the inner room.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw a neat room in front of me.

The most eye-catching thing is probably the tightly packed bookshelves. The books above are meticulously sorted by type and size. In order to prevent the sun from shining outside the window, the angles of the bookshelves are also carefully arranged. There are about a few hundred books on the sliding bookshelf.

There is also a unique sterling silver pen and a double-edged cigar cutter on the desk. It seems that the owner of the room has developed the habit of smoking cigars. Overall, it's an office that suits the academic atmosphere quite well - ignore the Game Boy Light, the latest handheld console produced by Japan's Nintendo, sitting in the corner of the room.

Now, Weber was sitting on an antique chair deep in the room, with his hands on the armrests and staring at a pile of documents with a melancholy expression.

Compared with the end of the Fourth War, Weber has changed a lot. His height of less than 1.7 meters has jumped to 1.8 meters in more than three years, and his round face has turned into a long, delicate face. His appearance has also become tougher, and his short hair that originally only reached his ears has now reached waist length. Only between his eyebrows and eyes can he see the shadow of his youth.

Shinji closed the door and said hello to Weber.

"Hey, long time no see."

Weber, who raised his head when he heard the voice, suddenly stood up from his chair and was stunned on the spot.

"Matou Shinji?"

"it's me."

"How did you-? Where is the teacher?"

Shen'er didn't answer in a hurry. He took out a few runes and activated them before speaking.

"Mr. Kenneth is still in Japan. He asked me to come over in advance to prepare for his return in a few days. You know, there are many people here who don't want to see him again."

"really."

Weber was convinced. Just after taking over El-Meloy's classroom for a while, many people disliked him, let alone the leader of a faction. Shenji didn't say hello to him in advance because he was afraid that others would see any clues.

"What are you going to do? Do you need any help from me?"

"Gather intelligence first. I have already made arrangements in this regard. You... just provide me with a place to live. I will live with you in the past few days to prevent you from being kidnapped or even killed."

As soon as the news of Kenneth's upcoming return came out, it immediately caused an uproar. As the source of the news, Weber would naturally be under tremendous pressure. Shinji must prevent these pressures from all aspects from turning into real threats.

Before coming, Kenneth told him more than once: The factional struggle between the clock towers is just like the conflicts between various forces in various countries, full of intrigues. And because of the concealment and specificity of magic, the degree of cruelty of the struggle is even higher, and it is too easy to make a person disappear forever.

So, here comes Shinji.

As one of the most important investment targets of the Matou family in the next twenty years, Shinji will kill anyone who dares to touch Weber.

When I saw this chapter, it was said that someone was promoted to the spiritual science. This was Soraben's Sophilia's family, not El-Meloy's. The problem with the Clock Tower is that Mushroom himself did not make it clear. Both versions exist, and both sides give very clear descriptions. Therefore, the headquarters or origin can only be considered to be the underground of the British Museum. The school building and main facilities are all in the suburbs. The most reasonable explanation.