Magic!

Chapter 50 50. This person knows the history of the college

At noon, in the girls' dormitory, Nocturne looked at her phone, and her gloomy face became a little more gloomy.

When she and Russell met last night, someone actually secretly recorded the video and uploaded the content to the campus forum!

Fortunately, the person recording the video was far away, so no specific conversation could be heard in the video.

However, the phantom of the Sleepwalker is still shown in the video. If someone watches the video carefully and repeatedly...

Beep beep beep.

At this time, a piece of news came from Russell.

"Nocturne, I asked Professor Black Amber about the authenticity of the campus ghost stories."

"What did she say?" Nocturne replied.

"The professor said that it's all pretense. It's either complete nonsense or made up with extra mileage and jealousy."

Nocturne was just about to reply, "Teachers are not absolutely honest," but before she sent the message, she saw Russell's reply:

"That's why I think that at least some of these strange stories are true and believable!"

The lower half of Nocturne's face that was not covered by bangs showed a smile, and she edited the message and asked:

"Why do you think so? Classmate Russell."

Soon, Russell's reply came:

“Because horror stories and disaster stories are designed in this way, there always has to be a guy who may be stupid or bad to deny the existence of the problem.

"The prophecies of disaster issued by the crazy psychotic homeless man must be true; in contrast, when authorities emphasize that this place is particularly safe, there is a high probability that something will happen."

Nocturne felt that Russell's logic was a bit weird, but overall it was in line with her expectations.

She replied:

"It's true. Sometimes authorities only want to tell you what they want you to know."

Nocturne had just finished sending this message, and Russell’s new message arrived:

“And most importantly, I found someone in the academy who knew everything that had happened at the academy over the past several decades.

"He can prove that one of the strange stories is true!

“Professor Black Amber is lying if he doesn’t know!

"Nocturne, if you are interested, come to the cafe on the west side of the junior high school at eight o'clock tonight, and I will take you to meet him. He will tell you the truth."

For the convenience of students, there are many restaurants and convenience stores in the college, including a beautifully decorated cafe.

The facial muscles on the lower half of Nocturne's face twitched slightly.

This Russell is indeed not simple. He was able to find an expert who knew the secrets of the academy that had been hidden for decades!

After a long time, the frozen expression on her face relaxed.

"Do you think you want to go?" Nocturne asked in a low voice.

Behind the girl, a pale and twisted shadow of a spiritual body slowly emerged. It was the extraordinary spiritual body she had contracted with.

"Go ahead, miss. It's always good to have an extra clue.

"This is the Order's chance to find the location of the seal and free the king."

The weak sound was accurately transmitted to Nocturne's ears.

The girl nodded.

…………

The setting sun is like blood, and the crimson twilight flows into the cafe, casting a red veil over the quiet cafe.

Russell tore open the sugar packet and poured another packet of white sugar into the coffee.

He took a sip of coffee and started eating cookies again.

"Classmate Russell, is this the friend you said will tell me the truth?"

Nocturne looked at the white-haired old mage next to Russell sitting on the opposite side of the table.

His old face was covered with wrinkles, and his eyes were full of wisdom.

"That's right. The old man has been repeating grades in the college for decades and knows more about the past than we do." Russell said the reason why he found the old man.

He turned to the old man:

"Old man, it's your time next."

Nocturne nodded, feeling that Russell's words were quite reasonable.

She had also taken a class on the principles of witchcraft before, but she had been closing her eyes and concentrating before Professor Opal actually started teaching.

Sleeping in class is really harmful!

This Russell has a pretty good brain, and he deserves to be number one in the admissions exam. Nocturne's positive impression of Russell improved a bit, and she pricked up her ears, ready to listen carefully to what the old man had to say.

The old man showed a trace of vicissitudes of life and said slowly:

"One of the campus ghost stories that Russell showed me was about 'the mysterious missing student.' I do know a student who may meet the criteria. His name is Duncan. That was many years ago."

Neither of them interrupted the old man and listened to the senior continue to explain the past:

“Duncan is an extremely good student.

“I swear, I have never seen a more talented and gifted student than him in these decades.

"Duncan was the first in the admissions exam that year and defeated the second place with overwhelming results. From the first day he enrolled, he was the focus of the crowd's attention. No matter what kind of spell he learned, he could instantly Mastery, his occult knowledge is so profound that he can even refute his teacher.

"All the gangs in the college want to win over Duncan, but Duncan is alone and will not join any of them.

"Can you imagine that when Duncan was in the first grade, he defeated a third grade student in a magic duel!"

The third grade is the prerequisite for entering the higher college. It is countless times different from the students in the junior college. There are only a few dozen people in the entire college. It is almost impossible for a first grader to defeat a third grader in a leapfrog challenge.

Is this Duncan so powerful?

The lower half of Nocturne's face also moved slightly.

"How's it going, Nocturne? Doesn't this Duncan look like the template for the protagonist?" Russell's expression was dull, "Continue, what happened to Duncan after that?"

"He disappeared, as if he had never existed." The old man's slightly high tone became lowered again.