The beautiful mage was kidnapped by the contracted beast again

Jiang Liujing explained the matter of the source of life to Principal Lavie again. After being told by Principal Lavie that Gu Lian would contact him later, Jiang Liujing left the office.

After walking a few steps, I met an unexpected person outside.

The man had golden hair and was tall. At first glance, he looked extraordinary, but his face was so ordinary that you couldn't find him in a crowd.

It was Ignatius.

He was originally standing under a tree, and when he saw Jiang Liujing come out, he walked towards him.

It was obvious that he was here to find him.

Jiang Liujing paused as he was leaving, his eyes falling on the face of the young man who had already approached him, and he greeted him politely: "Long time no see, I don't think I saw you in this selection mission."

Ignatius also smiled at him, but for some reason, Jiang Liujing seemed to read a hint of bitterness in his smile.

He spoke quietly, "Long time no see. I came to say goodbye to you."

"Goodbye?" Jiang Liujing was stunned for a moment, not reacting immediately. "Are you graduating early?"

Ignatius shook his head. "I'm taking a leave of absence."

He explained, "Half a month ago, my father and brother were attacked by assassins while they were out meeting some distinguished guests. The guarding knights repelled the invaders, but for some reason, my father and brother fell into a coma after that."

"The doctors diagnosed them many times and they all said their bodies were perfectly healthy and intact, but they just couldn't wake up."

"There is absolutely no relevant news from the outside world..."

"Because everyone who knows the news, except me and now you, has been controlled." Ignatius looked at him and said.

"If this news leaks out, there is a high possibility of domestic political turmoil."

The stability of the Dawn Empire was built on the strength of the royal family, which could suppress other forces. Once those people knew that the king and the crown prince were both unconscious, and the country was leaderless, they would inevitably take advantage of the opportunity to cause trouble.

"You shouldn't have told me this news." Jiang Liujing sighed.

"If this news leaks out from me, won't you become a sinner of the royal family? Or do you plan to control me as well?"

Ignatius shook his head.

He looked at Jiang Liujing with complicated eyes. The young prince had worn a mask for many years, and sometimes he couldn't tell which one was his real face.

He whispered, "You're my friend. I wouldn't do that to you. I told you because I trust you wouldn't leak the information... Besides, we can't keep it a secret for much longer."

The king has not appeared in front of his ministers for half a month. Ordinary substitutes have no way of hiding from the eyes of these people with powerful magic, and will instead solidify the crisis of the royal family.

Due to a variety of circumstances, Ignatius was urgently recalled from the campus by several of the king's confidants.

Even though he was still a lesser-known prince compared to his brother, the royal blood flowing in his veins was more important than his abilities. In the worst-case scenario, he would even be unprepared to take the highest position.

"Today is my last day at school. I only have one wish. I hope that after I leave, you will still treat me as your friend." Ignatius smiled.

He often laughed at Vita for trying so hard but still failing to win Jiang Liujing's friendship, but in his heart, he actually felt that he and Vita were about the same.

Jiang Liujing has many friends, but the others have established good relationships with Jiang Liujing through various coincidences. Only Ignatius is the result of a deal between his father and Jiang Liujing.

Over the years, Jiang Liujing had always been very kind to him, bringing him along with him to various events and resources, even helping him contract a second mythical beast of his choice. After the freshman competition, Ignatius's relationship with the Fire Academy students had been strained, but Jiang Liujing's casual public praise of his prowess restored his popularity among the students.

Vita was extremely jealous of him, but she didn't know that Ignatius was always worried in his heart.

Did Jiang Liujing really consider him a friend? Or did he consider him as someone sent by a client to be taken care of?

Ignatius had no way to tell the difference, nor did he dare to try.

He had only one wish, that Jiang Liujing would still remember him after he left.

He stared at Jiang Liujing without blinking, hoping to get the answer he wanted, and the black-haired boy in front of him did speak. He raised his face and said to him in a serious tone: "Of course."

"As long as you are Ignatius, you will be my friend."

He made a promise.

Ignatius smiled in instant relief.

"That's good."

He stood in front of Jiang Liujing for a while, stretched out his hand and touched the edge of his cheek and ear, as if he wanted to tear something off, but in the end he did not do it.

That's it, he thought.

From the very beginning, Jiang Liujing saw him in this ordinary appearance. To Jiang Liujing, this posture was the most familiar to him.

He didn't want to destroy this familiar feeling, so after putting down his hand, he said to Jiang Liujing: "I'm leaving. After things are resolved, if there is still a chance, I will come back to complete my studies."

Jiang Liujing suddenly asked, "Will you attend the league?"

Ignatius paused, thinking of the league, the stage where he had placed many of his dreams, and the rare opportunity to fight side by side with Jiang Liujing, all of which were now wasted.

He lowered his eyes. "As a contestant, no. But perhaps I'll appear in the royal representative seat."

"I will try to be there then..."

Even though he can no longer play, he still hopes to see his classmates' active performance.

Especially, the one in front of him.

After he finished speaking, Ignatius turned and left, taking each step steadily, seemingly without the slightest hesitation, and without even turning his head.

Jiang Liujing watched his departing figure, when suddenly a gust of wind blew beside him, causing the clouds above his head and the trees beside him to rustle and shift.

The shadow of the clouds blocked the sun's rays, and the world suddenly became darker, as if covered by a layer of gray gloom.

Jiang Liujing raised his head and looked at the dark shadows, feeling a sense of impending storm.

The next day in the afternoon.

The main gate of the Imperial Academy of Magic.

Jiang Liujing, along with Chi, several other important members of the school council, and several teachers, stood at the door waiting for the arrival of the Divine Cult members.

Seeing that they were already fifteen minutes behind schedule and there was no sign of a car on the roadside, Wen Xun quickly became impatient and said unhappily, "How come you don't have any sense of punctuality?"

He has always been waited for by others all his life, but today he was stood up.

Several teachers were already used to it. One of them explained to the students, "People in the Divine Religion are very busy, and they often get stopped in the middle of the road. In previous years, being a few hours or half a day late was normal."

Mo Ya said silently: "Then why don't we just come back in a few hours?"

The teacher lowered her voice a bit, as if she was being unreasonable, and whispered, "Because, sometimes, they come very early."

The students stopped talking and looked at the teacher with a look of disappointment as if they were a bootlicker.

The teacher coughed awkwardly and felt very aggrieved.

Was he just trying to be a bootlicker? Wasn't it because the Divine Religion's status was too high? Those who neglected the Divine Religion could be ripped off by those with ulterior motives. Wasn't he just trying to save the school from trouble?

However, the students present were all arrogant and proud. These young geniuses simply couldn't empathize with the troubles of working adults. The teacher could only swallow the bitter water in silence.

As time passed, the teacher could hardly bear the gazes of the students next to him, and suddenly a large blinding light appeared in the open space in front of him.

"Here it comes!" This sentence flashed through everyone's mind at the same time.

The scattered attention was instantly focused, and the eyes were fixed on the front.

How majestic is the gate of the Imperial School of Magic?

It is over 20 meters high, and when it stands still it looks like a giant with its arms outstretched.

And this existence that gradually emerged from the light was actually comparable to it!

The students passing by were so shocked that they forgot what they were doing and stayed to watch. Soon a crowd gathered on the side, all of them dumbfounded and shocked.

"Is this a spaceship? Or a castle?"

From the gradually dissipating light, a streamlined edge of the shell was first exposed, along with the densely packed dark blue mysterious runes and magic arrays above.

Jiang Liujing took a quick look and identified more than 20 effects including "suspended in the air", "flying", "acceleration", "stability", "resistance", etc.

"Nouveau riche." Even he couldn't help but complain lightly.

He really couldn't help it. He had studied alchemy, so he knew how difficult it was to superimpose magic circles with different effects.

That is not something that can be achieved by simply drawing two magic circles separately. Any magical conflict between the two magic circles will cause the entire magic circle to be disordered and destroyed.

And yet, this creation, with over twenty magic arrays in just one corner, was actually able to function harmoniously? This in itself was quite absurd.

At this moment, Jiang Liujing felt a strong urge to meet the person who created this thing. This person must be a rare alchemy master in the world.

After the light completely disappeared, the creation was exposed in the air, revealing its full appearance without any obstruction. Everyone held their breath.

How to describe it?

It is not the kind of magnificent style that Gu Lian often uses, and there are not even many precious decorations on the surface, but no one will ever have any illusion that it is "poor" or "mediocre".

It is a fortress, but more than just a fortress.

Countless dark blue three-dimensional triangles are circling around, and there seems to be a powerful natural force existing between them, making each independent triangle repel each other and be evenly spaced apart.

In the blink of an eye, the triangle surrounding the fortress began to rotate rapidly.

At the same time, the fortress opened outwards one side at a time like a disassembled metal box, and fell to the ground with a loud bang, forming a square staircase.

The moment the wall was fully opened, the people inside were revealed.

When people on the ground looked over, they could only see faces wearing masks and raising their chins.

Those people were tall and thin, and their thinness was very uniform, as if they were carved out of the same mold.

One suspects that they are force-fed the same amount of food every day to achieve such a copy-and-paste effect.

There were about ten people. A few in white robes came down first, bowing their heads and waiting respectfully on either side. Then, the red-robed men, accompanied by two masked figures, a man and a woman, came down.

After they stood firm, they shouted in unison: "Welcome, His Holiness the Pope!"

Jiang Liujing's ears were numb from their sudden loud noise. He was caught off guard and took a step back and bumped into Chi. He was helped to stand steady, with a confused expression on his face.

Pope?

Didn’t the principal tell him that the most frequent visitor in previous years was a bishop?

His eyes fell on the last person who came down.

His brows suddenly furrowed.

it's wired.

This person's appearance was so unfamiliar, but when Jiang Liujing saw him for the first time, he actually had the illusion that "he seemed to have seen him somewhere."

He couldn't help but observe carefully.

The last person to come down was very tall but also very thin. He was wearing a pure black robe and seemed to blend into the shadows of the night.

The wind blew against his robe, leaving a noticeable dent, as if there wasn't a living person inside, but just empty air.

His face was hidden under the tall metal pope's hat and mask, and it was not clear. Only a few strands of hair, which were a strange half-gray and half-black color, fell out from the edge. They were very long and hung all the way to his waist.

Jiang Liujing sensed a strong sense of danger from the aura emanating from him. His heart instantly tightened, and his expression became serious.

This person is very strong.

Even Xing Yue, who was in the state of death, had never given him such a strong sense of oppression.

And he seemed to be just walking down normally, not in a fighting state at all.

Jiang Liujing's mind was in turmoil, and the teacher beside him was dumbfounded.

What the hell, this isn’t the first time the school has held a Dharma God Ceremony, but when will the Pope show up in person?

In previous years, there was only one bishop, which was the result of the school's strong invitation.

The Pope, a transcendent being whose status is equal to or even surpasses that of a king of a great power, basically no longer appears in any public occasion.

The last time he showed up was when he signed the league's ceasefire agreement. Almost everyone tacitly accepted that he only showed up for events of this continental nature.

But he arrived so suddenly and without any warning.

The man walked up to Jiang Liujing and stopped.

He slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of deep blue eyes, looking straight at Jiang Liujing.

"Nice to meet you." The voice that came out of his lips was low and magnetic, but the tone was gentle, with the soothing power of an elegant cello.

"I am the current Pope of the Divine Religion. You can call me Cyrus."

Jiang Liujing was stunned for a moment, and a second of doubt flashed through his mind. With so many people present, why did he seem to be talking only to him?

He maintained a calm expression and simply bowed, "Nice to meet you. I am Jiang Liujing, the person in charge of the Imperial Magic Academy's God of Magic Festival and the chairman of the school council."