Lord of Glory

Paladin, who was pretending to be stupid, narrowed his eyes and suddenly saw the helpless face of Nasura suddenly changed his face! A serious look! His eyes exuded burning murderous intent!

Nasura moved his feet, staggered away from Paladin, and a small wand flew out of his opened sleeve. He held it firmly in his hand. If you look carefully, you will find that the surface of this dark wand is covered with dense runes! This turned out to be an advanced wand with twenty sequence runes attached!

"Hand of Winter!" Na Xiura murmured softly, and a lot of cold air immediately appeared on the head of the wand that he flung away. He quickly swept towards the five guards whose expressions suddenly changed! A thick layer of sweat immediately broke out on Paladin's head as he watched all this. Because he saw that the guards, who looked like they were about to shout for help, were covered in ice like frost. Emits bright reflections.

But the corpse still kept shouting. It means he was frozen to death in an instant! It's a moment! "Tch... I actually used magic to kill a few people who didn't understand magic. What a shame." Nasura put away the wand with a look of disgust, but turned to look at Paladin with his still cold eyes. Paladin with a stupid look on his face!

There is no way, Paladin, who has just gained strength, is still far from Nasura's opponent. In order to survive now, we can only pretend it till the end. Therefore, at this time, Paladin still looked like he was demented. He crouched down and looked at the guard who was frozen into an ice sculpture with confusion on his face. He curiously pointed his finger and murmured: "Why is uncle not moving? And it's so cold." ah……"

Although he said these words, the sweat caused by nervousness was flowing down. If it weren't for the long black hair, Nasura would have noticed something was wrong at this time.

Nasura looked at the stupid Paladin and raised the hand holding the wand. The murderous intent in his eyes became more intense. Just when Paladin was about to be unable to withstand the pressure from behind, he broke out and ran away. Nanasiura suddenly put down his hand and murmured helplessly: "I am a noble magician, how could I be reduced to killing ordinary people... Good luck to you, fool." It doesn't matter whether Paladin listens or not. Understood, Nasura put away his wand, looked at the towering castle above his head, and immediately ran up.

"Huh..." After Paladin made sure that the terrifying magician was gone, he breathed a sigh of relief and knelt down on the ground as if exhausted. He kept wiping away the beads of sweat that were trying to fall. "I'm so tired... I really want to take a nap."

Paladin's face was full of exhaustion. Although he has been working all year round, what he has experienced from night to morning now makes his body and mind unable to bear the burden. Need some sleep to buffer. But he knew that now was not the time to sleep, running for his life was the most important thing. Immediately gave it a hard twist on the thigh. After recovering from the severe pain, he carefully opened the side door and walked away...

At this moment, the students and instructors gathered in the hall because of the dean's order. They all looked solemn and confused. Originally, the dean gave such an order because something big had happened. Even the guards of the branch were dispatched and all the students and instructors were mobilized. But after waiting for a long time, the dean still didn't show up. Everyone was becoming more and more impatient.

The originally quiet hall gradually became filled with low voices of discussion. When the instructor saw this, he was indifferent. They all looked worried and frowned. And among a large group of instructors, there was an inconspicuous person sitting in the corner. Very unobtrusive. It seems to be integrated with the shadow in the corner. This is an ordinary-looking young woman. Anyone who saw her would just think that her golden blond hair was born in the wrong place.

This mentor is called Adela. An ordinary tutor who teaches the basics of formation formation. He has an ordinary appearance and is very introverted. She blushes when she sees a strange man. As a result, not many people want to get along with her. But he was just such an ordinary introverted instructor, squatting in a dark corner, playing with the carving knife that carved the magic circle.

The sharp carving knife was as flexible on the tips of his slender fingers as if it were born on his hand! But that ordinary face revealed a kind of excitement that no one had ever seen before! As if she thought of something, Adela's excited expression disappeared in an instant. With a worried look on her face, she turned to the frowning tutors around her and said timidly: "I think... we'd better go up and see the dean. ...Maybe he fell asleep?"

Several instructors around him looked at each other and smiled. Unexpectedly, this introverted Adela is so cute and respects the dean. Just think about it, sitting there like this is not an option. The next male instructor smiled and nodded and said, "Okay, let's go see what the dean is doing! Adela, let's go together." "Well..." So, under the leadership of several instructors, Adela became the right person. He left the hall and walked towards the tower on the top of the castle. The face covered by the shadow showed an increasingly excited mood!

"It's over... it's over... everything is over..." At this time, the dean, who had been reluctant to arrive, still stayed in his attic. He sat slumped on the chair, looking at the ancient leather paper numbly and decadently, and kept talking to himself.

But at this moment, a bronze mirror placed on the table behind him suddenly flashed with golden light! The smooth mirror surface began to deform, and my face covered with a smooth copper mirror seemed to be squeezed out from the mirror surface. Slowly turning his face, he actually spoke: "Ryan, have you found it?"

Bang! The dejected Dean Lane, who was slumped in the chair, suddenly came to life. He was so frightened that he jumped off the chair and fell to the ground. However, he was not surprised to hear a voice behind him. Instead, he crawled over with a desperate look, looked up at the face in the mirror, and said with tears and snot flowing freely: "No...no."

"Ah, that's it. I didn't expect that I searched hundreds of times but couldn't find it. The scroll that I thought was not here actually appeared..." "Sir, I..." The face on the mirror looked down at the person in front of him. Lane begged in desperation. He nodded slowly and said, "Don't worry, as a mason, you are outstanding. I will go to the Security Department and tell you. We will take care of your wife and children, as well as the illegitimate children studying in the Principality of Kasmi."

As soon as these words came out, the lifeless eyes of Ryan, who was originally desperate, instantly showed his spirit. The old man nodded repeatedly with tears streaming down his face: "Thank you...Thank you, sir...Thank you." The face in the mirror nodded silently, and with a flash of golden light, the bronze mirror returned to its original appearance. Obviously this so-called adult has left.

Ryan stood up slowly. A relaxed smile suddenly appeared on his face. It was liberating ease. I saw him take out a length of rope from the cabinet, hang it on the beam, and then make a circle. Slowly put it around the neck and tighten it. The smile on his face became brighter and brighter. He glared with his feet and kicked the chair away from him. His whole body immediately shivered, and his throat made a hoarse clicking sound. After a while, there was silence