Outside the ward, Huang Lin sat in his seat with a vicious look on his face. Director Jackson looked at him, as if to prevent him from drawing his sword to kill people at any time.

Devith, the master of academic training, has left. After all, it is impossible to wait here as his identity, even if the student is a genius, it is not good.

Charlie's face was sad and his heart was in a mess. He kept recalling one detail after another in his mind.

"It's impossible, it makes no sense. I really didn't do it."

"Is it food? No, I have checked everything I eat..."

At this moment, the door of the ward was opened and a doctor walked out.

Huang Lin and others walked up and asked, "How is the situation?"

"Not optimistic." The doctor shook his head: "The soft tissues of his muscles and soft tissues are covered with large areas, and there are slight bone cracks on his collarbone, which looks like they are squeezed by the halving force field.

There is also the internal organ problem. He seems to have been malnourished for a long time and is still performing high-intensity exercise, which leads to failure of the organs." Speaking of this, he subconsciously looked at Charlie, whose face looked a little ugly.

When Huang Lin and others heard this, they didn't say anything, just looked at Charlie and sneered.

The doctor continued: "But we have prescribed medicine for these things. With his physique, he should be able to recover in one or two weeks."

"And his blood, breathing, and heartbeat were normal, but he just didn't wake up, and he was like he was in a coma.

To be honest, I have only heard of such a strange disease.”

Huang Lin frowned and asked, "What does it mean?"

"It is said that some people have had such a thing before. After the physical or mental trauma has been greatly traumatized, the brain cannot function normally, and the whole person will sleep until his life span is exhausted." The doctor saw Huang Lin's excited eyes and quickly added: "I just guessed that in short, normal treatment methods are useless. I think it is better to find some knights with healing ability, and some may be saved.

Or think of other ways, the patient may be greatly stimulated in his mind.”

Jackson sent the doctor away: "I understand, thank you."

Huang Lin had turned his head, stared at Charlie with his eyes tightly, and said coldly: "The Storm Sword Master who has been in office for three months, and the genius who has surpassed the sound in one month, is here just like that... What are you doing?"

"I..." Charlie was so angry that he wanted to say something, but couldn't say anything.

Seeing Huang Lin about to kill someone, the dean patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't be impulsive."

At this moment, another knight in black robe walked in. The staff of the Royal Knights Society also came, and the eyes of Charlie were filled with pity.

Obviously, he was outside just now and had already asked the doctor's diagnosis.

He looked at Charlie and said, "Let's go, Charlie, you want to see you."

If it were normal times, as a knight, he would never dare to speak like this to Charlie, who was a knight, but Charlie now has no kung fu to deal with these things.

He bowed to Huang Lin and said, "This matter really has nothing to do with me, but I will definitely find out who did it."

After saying that, he left with his colleague.

No matter how nervous and uneasy he felt in his heart, Charlie followed his colleagues and walked into the association's temporary office in the college step by step.

Dozens of staff from the association had gathered along the way. The leaders of the association were now full of pity when they looked at Charlie, and some people looked at him like they were watching an idiot.

As for the people Charlie brought, they were taken to different rooms for interrogation at this moment.

A 16-year-old Storm Swordsman, a genius who surpassed the speed of sound, was assassinated. The president of the Royal Knights Association. Even though he was far away in the capital, everyone could imagine his thunderous wrath present.

What's more, there are definitely more than one or two big names involved behind Fang Xingjian. Just the previous scholar-educationist who was present, you can see how much attention he has received.

When he walked to the office door, Charlie's legs couldn't help but tremble, and his colleague beside him smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, go in."

Charlie took a deep breath, and the central method in his mind kept moving, forcibly suppressing the tension in his heart.

He pushed open the door and walked in, and could see the sunlight of the window. The old man in a gold-clad robe stood proudly, looking out the direction outside the window.

After Charlie came in, he didn't dare to speak, but just stood there and looked down at the ground, as if there were flowers on the ground.

As time passed, the old man kept looking at the scenery outside the window, as if there was something beautiful outside the window, and there was silence in the room, and Charlie gradually could only hear his breathing.

Sweat began to emerge on his forehead. He felt the pressure in the room getting bigger and bigger. He knew that the other party was deliberately hanging him, but he didn't dare to have any ideas at this moment.

Finally, almost 20 minutes passed, and just after Charlie felt that the air seemed to be getting sticky, the old man spoke.

"Charlie, do you remember the principles of the association?"

Charlie swallowed and said bitterly: "Absolutely neutral."

"Yes, absolutely neutral. The Knights Association manages all the knights in the entire country. It represents countless forces that can charge and destroy cities and countries.

Can you imagine what the outcome will be if such forces start to fight each other?”

Charlie didn't speak, but his head lowered even harder.

The old man continued, "What did you do with Fang Xingjian?"

Charlie said with a bitter face: "I...I really did nothing."

The old man shook his head: "The work of the association is not suitable for you, so don't do it anymore. But a titled knight cannot do nothing. Prepare for it and go to the Southern Crusade."

The Imperial Southern Crusader was responsible for suppressing the Knights' legion in the south of the Imperial Southern.

Southern Xinjiang is full of all kinds of snakes, insects, rats and ants, various ethnic minorities, and all kinds of dangerous wild beasts. It can be said that it is the most chaotic, dangerous and poorest area of ​​the entire empire.

The Southern Crusades in the southern Xinjiang are the most miserable legion of the entire empire. When they arrive in the southern Xinjiang, it is basically equivalent to being exiled, dying of old age and never coming back to wait for things. It is predictable.

What's more, even if he can hold on with his physical constitution as a titled knight, what should he do with his wife, his son, and his parents?

Charlie's face suddenly turned extremely pale, and he looked at the old man like a ghost.

He opened his mouth, and his voice was hoarse and even he felt it himself: "Sir, please give me a chance."

"If you want an opportunity, you can explain it carefully next." The old man ignored him: "I'll give you a month. The association will review the mess you did in the college this time, but you should keep your mouth in mind and don't have any beheading."

Charlie's face seemed to have grown ten years old all of a sudden, and his spine bent down suddenly, as if his energy was being pulled away from his body.

When you go to southern Xinjiang, you will be extremely scarce in land, resources, and population, and you will be forgotten in a few years.

There is not even a qualified State Royal Knights Academy there.

This not only cut off his path to progress, but also cut off his personal breakthrough in force.

There are very few people who have no academy, no resources, and even communication. It is so difficult to make breakthroughs purely by relying on one's own talent.

As if he had expected Charlie's appearance, the old man shook his head and sighed and said, "The 16-year-old Storm Swordsman, and the 16-year-old Sonic Swordsman, are so wonderful.

Do you know how much such a genius can do for the empire when he grows up?"

The next moment, his voice turned cold: "Some people's hands are really too long."

...

"The eldest prince's hand is too long." Devitt, the master of the scholar, said coldly: "In recent years, he has become more and more domineering, capturing and subduing geniuses at will. In order to practice the entire hell map, countless families have been destroyed and the people have been resentful."

Beside DeWitt, a handsome black-haired man stood there. He was DeWitt's aide, Westerner Li Hong.

Hearing Devite's complaint, Li Hong nodded and said, "There is no way. I heard that the eldest prince was accidentally hit and was in a domineering state. Therefore, over the years, he has been acting more and more directly. The so-called "those who obey me will prosper and rebellious will perish, and he will not tolerate any disobedience."

"Although such a big prince has made great progress, is powerful, and even has the hope of being promoted to the god level, he is afraid..."

Devit sneered. If such a eldest prince inherited the throne, he might force groups of knights to rebel.

However, even he did not dare to mention such a thing, but just frowned and thought: "What did Your Majesty think? Especially in the past few years, Your Majesty's retreat and practice has been prolonged, and his breath after every time he comes out of seclusion becomes more and more unfathomable.

But I have less and less mastery of the court. Could it be...'

Suddenly, a possibility flashed into Dewit's mind, making him tremble.
Chapter completed!