I'm here to save the world, what are you doing?

A high-ranking reformist reminds himself to be careful of the leader of the reformist faction?

Did Coleman harbor resentment against Dinstakovic, or did Dinstakovic alone isolate the entire reformist faction?

Or was this a carefully planned double act between the two of them, ready to put on a good show for Lucius?

I'm also playing Werewolf here.

Lucius curled up his lips in a sneer, and the flames from his fingertips devoured the note completely.

As the ashes fell from his fingers, he turned his head to look at the gray-haired girl beside him:

"Xiao Ai, are there any Fallen among the group of people at the station?"

"No abnormalities were found."

Iveliya shook her head, her silver-gray hair swaying slightly with the movement:

"I also paid special attention to the situation on the reformist side, and I didn't find anyone who was corrupted by the Supreme Heaven."

"Not only that, several of them actually possess the strength of the first level of transcendence. This should be the result of 'mass transcendence'?"

"Is this so..."

Lucius nodded slightly, tapping his chin with his fingertips, his eyes thoughtful.

In response to this, Sanita chuckled and joked:

"Even the chaotic and disorderly power of the Supreme Heaven will occasionally grant a moment of peace."

"As long as the sample is large enough, there will always be one or two lucky people who can be blessed, but how many innocent bodies are buried in unknown corners?"

"Unconscious degeneration is the most terrifying."

On this topic, her words, as a former member of the Chaos Cult, carried a bloody weight.

"But compared to this, I think the young lord should focus on Professor Dinstakovic's next performance."

Sanita blinked mysteriously and suggested:

“Traditional mask dance in Lienya is more than just a dance.”

"It is said that this dance originated in ancient times. Dancers convey information through specially made masks and precise movements. It is a way to communicate without words."

"...Did he ever consider that I might not understand what he was trying to say?"

Lucius rubbed his temple with a wry smile.

Don't imagine that Brother Lu is so omnipotent. It's okay for him to appreciate court dance and ballet, but he really has no knowledge of traditional dance.

"It's all right, my lord."

"I also know a thing or two about traditional dance. I'll explain it to you."

A faint smile played at the corner of Sanita's lips, and her right hand rested lightly on her chest, the heavy and full breasts rising and falling slightly with her breathing.

She was wearing a black gauze dress today, which further highlighted her fair skin that was as white as snow.

"That's really nice."

Lucius then realized that the person in front of him was an expert in dance art, and his worries were completely unnecessary.

Speaking of which...

Lucius's eyes unconsciously moved to the eye-catching curve of Sanita's chest, then he couldn't help but turn his head to look at Iveliya, and finally sighed heavily.

What Xiao Ai couldn't do seemed easy for Sanita.

Iveliya: ???

People are always extremely sensitive to their own inferiority complex. With just one look from Lucius, Iveliya immediately understood what he meant.

Her fair little face flushed instantly, and her slender fingers unconsciously clenched the hem of her skirt.

Haha, I’m so sorry that I can’t hold it.

Since Sanita is so capable, then go find her and see if she's as easy to talk to as me. She can give you whatever you want...

wrong.

With Sanita's bad behavior, she might just come over with her drumstick sticking out as soon as Brother Lu beckoned!

Forget it, Brother Lu, you'd better not go look for her. If you can't hold it, then so be it. I can make up for it for you from other places, okay?

Forbearance! ! !

Woo woo woo, Brother Lu, if you want to blanch someone, just blanch me, don’t blanch Sanita!

The carriage continued to move forward, passing through the bustling streets of the city, and gradually approached the foot of Mount Grenier.

Finally, the carriage stopped near a small lake at the foot of Mount Grenier. The view here was excellent, and the clear lake water reflected the majestic Mount Grenier.

This lake, known as the "Eye of Grenier", is like a mirror. The clear water reflects the towering mountains, and even the snow on the top of the mountain that never melts all year round is clearly visible.

On the lakeshore stood an ancient altar made of gray-white rocks. Its surface had been polished smooth by time, and its surroundings were carved with intricate rune patterns. This was the performance venue chosen by Professor Dinstakovic.

A number of spectators had already gathered around the altar. Judging from their attire, most of them were students from the Kalia Magic Academy.

Lucius found that the students had completely different attitudes towards the upcoming performance.

The traditional students gathered in groups of three or four, their faces filled with confusion and bewilderment, whispering to each other from time to time.

There was a glint of scrutiny and vigilance in the eyes of the reformist students, as if the person who was about to appear was not a highly respected old professor in their school, but an enemy who was opposed to their position.

"I'm glad you came, my lord."

A tall young man came forward and said in a low voice:

"I'm Victor, a student of Professor Dinstakovic. The professor is still preparing backstage. Please follow me."

Lucius keenly noticed the slight tremor in Victor's voice when he spoke:

"The other members of the reformist faction don't seem enthusiastic about this performance?"

"Yes."

Victor gave a wry smile, his dark brown curly hair a little messy in the mountain breeze.

"The Reformists...are no longer what they were when I first enrolled."

"Professor Dinstakovic's ideas are considered too conservative. Professor Coleman and others advocate more radical measures and now have the right to speak within the school."

"Then why is Dinstakovic still called the leader?"

Iveliya asked curiously.

"In name, the professor remains a symbolic figure of the reformists."

"After all, without him laying the theoretical foundation for 'mass transcendence,' there would be no reformists with such remarkable achievements today."

"But in reality, the professor rarely participates in important decision-making. Today's performance is, in a sense, his way of…making a statement."

Victor sighed and looked at the reformist students gathered in the distance. Their robes were so solemn in the sunlight, but no one looked towards the altar.

The crowd parted naturally like the tide when Lucius approached, and the students' drooping eyelashes revealed different thoughts.

Victor led the group to the best viewing spot, said goodbye without saying anything more, and left quickly. His figure soon disappeared in the fluttering indigo curtains behind the altar.

A moment later, a circle of deep blue magical flames suddenly ignited at the edge of the altar.

A mysterious and distant flute sound was heard, and the audience immediately quieted down.

"Ah! Ugh!"

Then, there were two more hoarse but extremely powerful shouts, like the call of the wilderness.

In this solemn atmosphere, a figure slowly walked to the center of the stage.

The man was wearing a bright yellow robe and a white shawl decorated with complex black patterns. The most eye-catching thing was the yellow human face mask that covered his entire face.

The rough lines outlined an expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. Under the illumination of the magical flame, the mask actually revealed a few traces of divinity, giving people the illusion that it was watching all living beings.

As the rhythm of the music changed, Dinstaković began to dance.

His movements were slow and graceful at first, then gradually became more intense, and then returned to being gentle and relaxed, over and over again.

His robe drew perfect arcs as he waved, and his sleeves undulated like waves.

"Translator, move out."

It's decided to be you, Sanitamon!

“The first half uses two contrasting movements, soft and relaxed, and quick and sharp, to express the inner struggle and contradiction.”

Sanita spoke in a low voice, her eyes fixed on the performance on the altar:

"The second half is a warning that some dangerous force is approaching."

At the end of the performance, Dinstakovic took off his mask, revealing a weathered, bronzed face.

He was an old man of about fifty years old, with messy black curly hair, a high nose bridge, and eyes shining with wisdom and innocence.

He bowed deeply to the audience, his eyes searching the crowd until they finally settled on Lucius.

There was sparse applause around the altar. The members of the reformist faction behaved quite restrainedly. Some even looked dissatisfied and talked in low voices.

After the performance, Dinstakovic changed out of his performance costume and came to Lucius wearing a crimson robe that was somewhere between traditional and modern in style.

"My young lord, thank you for coming to watch this old man's performance."

Dinstakovic's voice was steady and gentle, and the slightly upturned corners of his eyes carried a natural, innocent smile:

"I hope my self-deliberate arrangement didn't bother you."

"An impressive performance, Professor."

Lucius took the hand he extended. The old man's palm was dry and warm.

"You are probably troubled by something right now?"

Dinstakovich's eyes lit up slightly:

"You are very perceptive, my lord."

"The same idea can lead to completely opposite outcomes due to different choices."

"As a scholar, I have spent my life studying how to enable ordinary people to gain extraordinary powers."

Dinstakovich spoke cautiously, the wrinkles on his face seeming to deepen:

"But I firmly believe that every kind of power has its right way to be acquired."

“If the end justifies the means…then so-called success may be more terrifying than failure.”

"You mean to say that the reformists' current research has broken the taboo?"

Lucius caught the hint in these words.

"I do not know."

Dinstakovic smiled wryly and shook his head. This action made him look like he had suddenly aged ten years.

"You don't know that the core experimental area of ​​the reformists is no longer open to me."

"I'm just an ordinary person, and I'm getting old. I don't have the energy to do what I want to do."

"Instead of struggling in vain, I'd rather spend the rest of my life with my animal friends in Mount Grenier."

"But you are different, young lord. You have the ability to change all this."

"If you see something concerning during tomorrow's college visit, please be sure to guide them back to the right path."

After saying this, he bowed to Lucius and turned to leave.

After that, several reformists in the distance immediately followed Dinstakovic, their attitudes seemingly respectful but actually like they were monitoring him.

....................

As night falls, the surface of Lake Lienya is as calm as a mirror, reflecting the stars in the sky.