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

Lucius stood on the balcony of the mansion, looking at the lake in the distance, thinking about what he had seen and heard today.

A troubled reformist leader attempts to convey a warning through an ancient art form;

An increasingly radical academic faction may be hatching dangerous plans.

In the room behind him, Iveliya was the only one hunched over the desk, compiling intelligence, and the rustling sound of flipping papers echoed in the air.

As for Sanita? The woman went out on the pretext of experiencing the local customs and people.

"Boom, boom, boom"

The sudden knock on the door broke the silence of the night.

Iveliya got up, opened the door, and let Reinhardt and Victoria in.

"How's it going?"

Lucius turned to face the two of them, gently shaking the red wine glass in his hand.

Not all passengers on the Orient Express attended Professor Dinstakovic's performance at the foot of Mount Grenier; those who were absent were carrying out Lucius's more subtle instructions.

"Your secret order has been delivered to the military headquarters. The 1st Lienia Special Operations Brigade of the Army will be mobilized within 24 hours."

Reinhardt was responsible for delivering Lucius's order to the military district headquarters, and at the same time led the guard team to survey the environment of Lienia city.

"I secretly conducted a public opinion poll among the citizens of Lienia and found that they generally support the ideas of the reformists."

"If the reformists try to incite public opinion against them, it will undoubtedly be a huge problem."

Victoria untied her shawl and looked solemn.

The results of the survey shocked her. Seven out of ten ordinary people believed that they could become extraordinary people in the future with the help of the research results of the reformists.

When talking about possible risks, these people all said that such probability events were acceptable, as if the goddess of victory would definitely lift her skirt for them.

This mysterious confidence is no different from starting to choose skins before the World Championship.

“…This is going to be a big problem.”

Lucius sighed and tapped the crystal glass with his fingertips, causing tiny ripples in the wine.

"You've worked hard. You can go back and rest first. Xiao Ai will stay here."

After Reinhardt and Victoria left, Lucius came behind Iveliya with a smile and gently embraced her soft body:

"It's a real headache to think about all this trouble."

"Xiao Ai, let me forget everything for a while."

Iveliya: ???

Oh no, Brother Lu seems to be addicted.

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PS: Kids, Hedgehog Cat’s deadline is six in the morning. For my piece of cake, I will try my best!

Will win!

73-Man-Made Extraordinary (4K)

When the legendary captain Lucius took off in his silver-gray ultra-luxury small private plane, Ivelia, Sanita was walking on the gravel road and passing through the intricate dark alleys of the old town of Lienia.

The moonlight filtered through the building's spire, casting mottled shadows on her swaying black gauze skirt.

Her excuse of "experiencing the local customs and culture" was of course just a pretext. Who would want to visit the sights late at night?

Besides, her destination was by no means a famous tourist attraction.

The underground tavern "Distance" in the eastern district of Lienia is an ordinary tavern on the surface, but in fact it is the most important secret contact point of the Chaos Cult in Lienia.

Sanita passed through a series of hidden passages with familiarity and came to a secret room deep underground - it was more like a small temple than a secret room.

The lavender candlelight flickered on the black iron candlestick. The stone wall was engraved with ancient and evil runes. On the central stone platform were placed various esoteric ritual instruments stained with dark red marks.

Several members of the sect dressed in black robes were preparing for some kind of ceremony. When they saw Sanita come in, they all bowed respectfully.

"How are the preparations going?"

Sanita asked lazily, her fingers casually fiddling with a metal magical tool.

"Master Deputy Priest, the preliminary arrangements have been completed according to your instructions."

A man put down his work and answered in a low voice:

"As long as the rune array at the bottom of Lake Lienia is activated on the day of the Mirror Lake Festival, our ritual can be completed with the help of the power of the moon phase."

"very good."

Sanita nodded slightly, picked up a bottle of viscous liquid that glowed purple, and examined it carefully under the candlelight:

"How far have the reformists progressed with their research? Have they noticed our intentions?"

"According to information relayed by colleagues lurking within the academy, Professor Coleman still believes they are in control of the research."

The man smiled grimly, revealing a mouthful of pale teeth.

"Those scholars haven't realized what they mean by 'mass transcendence'."

"When the power of the Supreme Heaven descends equally upon every mortal, naturally everyone will become extraordinary."

"Indeed, those who are short-sighted always think they can control forces they cannot understand."

Sanita raised her red lips in a sarcastic arc and laughed softly:

"The Supreme Heaven is not a tool that can be borrowed casually."

She was about to continue speaking when a hoarse female voice suddenly came from behind her.

"This is the first time I've seen you so enthusiastic about our cause, Sanita."

Sanita's body stiffened instantly, and then she slowly turned around, and what came into view was a short figure less than 1.5 meters tall wrapped in a dark purple robe embroidered with silver spiderweb patterns.

The man's face was completely hidden by the shadow of the hood. Only his small chin, which was so pale that it was almost transparent, and the creepy sneer at the corner of his mouth could be seen.

Sanita's pupils suddenly contracted, and her voice was full of surprise:

"Priest Chris???"

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Early the next morning.

The early morning sunlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains. Lucius had finished his daily morning exercises and was sitting by the window enjoying his breakfast.

And Iveliya had just climbed out of bed in a daze.

"It seems Sanita came back quite late last night?"

Lucius asked casually, he was kind of used to this woman sneaking out late at night.

In some ways, not knowing too many details is better.

"how could I know?"

Iveliya rubbed her sleepy eyes and muttered, then pressed her slender fingers gently on the lower back.

The soreness left by last night's full-automatic mode made her frown unconsciously, and her waist under the silk nightgown drew an alluring curve as she stretched:

"I guess I was already passed out when she came back."

At this moment, Sanita pushed the door open and walked in. She looked a little tired, but her lazy posture had a unique charm.

"Good morning, young lord, good morning, Miss Iveliya."

Sanita yawned softly, covering her lips, and tucked the hair that fell on her cheek behind her ear:

"When are we leaving to visit the Kalia School of Magic?"

"The agreed time is in two hours. If you feel sleepy, you can rest for a while."

Lucius' fingers stroked the rim of the bone china teacup, and the hot steam of the black tea rose in front of his handsome face.

His voice was very gentle, yet with a unique calmness.

"That's great."

Sanita's response was almost a whisper, but she did not turn away.

She slid down beside Lucius like a cat finding a warm stove, naturally using his strong shoulder as a pillow.

After a while, she began to breathe evenly, and the corners of her lips slightly raised with a satisfied arc.

"..."

A hint of surprise flashed across Lucius's eyes, then he smiled lightly and let her go.

Iveliya: ???

We are not sisters, but you are here to do this so early in the morning, right?

Oh shit, are you a little too mean?

It is said that I have not experienced the pain of loving my sister, but I have enjoyed the happiness of loving my sister.

Two hours later, the carriage team sent by Kalia Magic Academy arrived at the gate of the mansion on time and waited.

Lucius and his companions boarded the carriage and drove towards the Kalia School of Magic.

Through the car window, you can see that the street scene of Lienya gradually changes from the bustling city center to the more quaint college area.

The Kalia School of Magic is located on a high ground by the lake. The castle complex that everyone saw before the Orient Express entered Lienia is where it is located.

After getting off the bus, two groups of people were already waiting on both sides of the college gate.

On the left are the traditionalists led by Dean Vanier, and on the right are the reformists led by Professor Coleman.

"Young Lord, welcome to the Kalia School of Magic!"

Dean Vanier stepped forward and saluted with his hand on his chest:

"According to yesterday's agreement, we will take you to visit the traditional teaching area and ancient book research room this morning."

Professor Coleman immediately followed suit, retorting:

"In the afternoon, I will take the young lord to visit our experimental center and show him the latest research results of the reformists."

Lucius said nothing, just nodded and smiled.

The morning visit ended in a harmonious atmosphere. Dean Vanier showed Lucius how the traditional school helps students develop their talents and potential through a step-by-step approach and conducts extraordinary diversity research based on this.

After lunch, Professor Coleman couldn't wait to take over the role of guide and led Lucius and his group to the reformist experimental area on the right side of the academy.

The experimental area of ​​the reformists is more modern than the traditional area. The large amount of metal and glass structures make the entire space appear bright and open.

Various sophisticated magical instruments are operating in different laboratories. Students wearing uniform thick lab coats are busy recording data or adjusting equipment.

Occasionally, unknown liquids would overturn and splash onto their robes.

——Now we have found the reason why the reformists wore long robes.

This thick robe is more protective than the improved robe.

“This is our theoretical research center.”

Coleman introduced, his voice full of enthusiasm:

"After years of hard work, we have established a mature theoretical system that explains how ordinary people can break the innate limitations of extraordinary talents."

"If I remember correctly, the founder of this theory should be Professor Dinstakovic?"

Lucius suddenly spoke up.

“…Indeed.”

Coleman nodded, his eyes subtly darkening for a moment:

"But I must tell you frankly that although Professor Dinstakovic is the originator of the theory, his thinking has become extremely conservative in recent years and has even begun to hinder our research progress."

"is it?"

Lucius raised his eyebrows slightly, showing a surprised expression just right: