According to Kailin, the person Ken wanted to visit was his school friend.

The requirements for graduation from Alert Academy are that one's soul is malleable enough to cast five-ring spells, and one has to achieve significant achievements in a certain field of magic.

These two items are so demanding that most students can only do the second item until they die.

However, Alert College allows students to enter the secular world on the premise that they have reached the third ring and have their instructor agree that they can walk outside.

Students jokingly call it "little graduation."

Kailin didn't know the specific information about the senior. From her introduction, it could be heard that the senior seemed to be a very troublesome type.

Let's first see if the senior can talk well. If not, go to the senior to help investigate...

Ken was thinking about countermeasures. Suddenly, he heard a sharp cry, which was worse than the sound of killing a pig. If he listened carefully, he found that it came from a room on the first floor.

When I went downstairs, I saw a small goblin lying in the landlady's arms in pain, crying like a sow about to be slaughtered.

Well, it seemed to be a family matter, so Ken didn't pay any more attention.

…

Andy Timothy cried like a grandson into the arms of his great-great-great-grandmother.

He really didn't expect that a company as big as his's would disappear overnight, and that he would go from a glamorous and successful person to a wanted criminal.

"Obviously my decoration company has become the largest decoration company in Weixin City, wuwuwuwu... I will ban the other companies soon!

I don’t know who the hell leaked the fact that we used explosive stones to replace the forbidden magic stones!”

Explosive stones are of great significance to goblins. Stones that cannot explode have no soul when used!

Obviously, the formula he had prepared was exactly the same as the real forbidden magic paint, and he also used cheap blasting stones to make the ingredients, which doubled the profit! But because the formula was never recognized by those stupid humans, he kept secretly substituting it.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...It's obviously been covered up with fake news! But the day before yesterday, the hidden warehouse was suddenly attacked by the robot police!"

He felt aggrieved as he spoke. He had obviously taken care of everything, but something happened out of nowhere. He heard that a mechanical policeman got lost and walked into his factory...

The old goblin patted his little grandson on the back kindly and comforted him in a good voice.

This little guy grew up shorter than his brothers and sisters, and unfortunately lost an eye. Every time something happened, he would come to her to complain.

He has always been strong in front of others, but in front of his elders he would put down his mask and turn into a cowardly little goblin.

"When your grandfather was still alive, he went bankrupt seven times in a row, but he always found opportunities to make a comeback. Believe in yourself, well...

Your Uncle Bundy has a furniture factory in the city, and he also came to see me a few days ago. I’ll give him a call later and ask him to lend you the furniture factory to practice.”

Andy sniffed.

Starting from scratch, he used the most unscrupulous means to start the company. When he was about to reach the position he wanted, he was pulled down.

In the past, he used this as a reason to support himself in front of other goblins. He briefly thought about the gains and losses, raised his head and said:

"Grandma, you are so kind to me...but Uncle Bundy...will he really help me..." Andy cried with snot and tears running down his face, and he could not speak clearly.

"Well, don't worry, that little guy Bundy has his headquarters in the San Garcia Empire.

All the assets here have to be handed over to others, so giving it to our own child will make him feel more at ease."

The old goblin touched the little goblin's head lovingly.

Andy raised his big red and swollen nose, and forcibly stopped the urge to continue acting coquettishly. He said inarticulately: "I, I will definitely make the Mo... Mo De wash the family and become the richest goblin family..."

"Okay, come and eat some candy...don't cry..."

The old goblin looked at the little goblin kindly.

Creatures like goblins reach adulthood at the age of twenty and have several litters a year. If the mortality rate were not too high, they would have filled the entire world.

Among many descendants, Andy's lineage is the most able to survive. His father was imprisoned for fraud when he was a child, his grandfather was imprisoned for parts smuggling, and his grandfather's generation built a steam station. As a result...

Therefore, Liva also takes the best care of his little offspring. Their lineage is the most able to live happily and is the most energetic, making the elderly feel full of vitality.

Especially since this little guy is only thirty years old now, he is just a little guy.

"Just stay with grandma for the next few days. I have saved a lot of your favorite candies."

"Hmm!" Andy also has no place to live. His large villa and other properties have been confiscated and auctioned, although he has hidden all his valuables.

He gritted his fangs and secretly determined that this time he would rely on the furniture factory to make a comeback!

Be the Timothy that others look up to!

Be like the greatest Timothy of my grandfather's generation.

…

No. 112 Linsha Street is an old villa on the street.

Although it is clean and has fresh paint on the walls, it can be seen that the owner of the house is fashionable, but it cannot change the fact that the house is at least a hundred years old.

"What a large-scale warning barrier."

Before he got close, Ken's Alert cloak vibrated, interrupting the scanning spell.

This is a large boundary that covers at least a hundred meters around the villa.

The owner here should also have noticed him.

Sure enough, when Ken walked to the door of the villa, before he even clicked the doorbell, an old man in black casual clothes walked out of the door.

Her hair was messy, with a few hairs standing up around her, her eyes were dark, and she even had some acne caused by irregular sleep.

His thin face has wrinkles left by the years, and there is a badge with four paw prints on his right chest.

Fourth Ring Warlock!

When he saw the badge on Ken's cloak, he was stunned, and then opened the door in a friendly manner.

"What a rare visitor. I didn't expect that such a handsome junior would come to visit me in this small place. It's such a rare visitor. I haven't seen a cloak of this style in more than thirty years."

Ken looked at the man carefully.

I haven’t met him in more than thirty years. Has this person been living here for thirty years? Research school?

Ken said politely.

"Hello, senior, I am Ken Servais from the School of Trickster. I hope this unscheduled visit will not be too unexpected."

"Ah, are you from the school of trickery or practical school... I'm sorry, I haven't seen you for a long time. I didn't even introduce my identity. I'm really rude."

The old man flicked his badge, smiled, and said.

"Level 4 of the School of Art Analysis, Eden Grote. The title "Senior" is too unfamiliar to me, so just call me Grote.

My old friend has passed away a long time ago, and I haven’t contacted my mentor for a long time. I don’t know what I, an old man, can do to visit.”

Alert College often has two learning directions, one is biased toward practical application, and the other is biased toward theoretical research.

The actual combat faction usually advances slowly, but just like their names, they have extremely strong practical application capabilities, while the research faction advances and researches topics very quickly, but sometimes they are jumped to the ground by the other party.

For various reasons, the relationship between the two factions was not harmonious.

However, they have come, and the other party does not seem to have any ill intentions.

"Mr. Grogg, I heard from my friend that you have done some research on some evil god sects."

"Um?"

The old warlock's sunken black eye sockets shrank, and his hands subconsciously wanted to go deep into his pockets, but suddenly he remembered something and his eyes widened.

"Oh...it was Ms. Kellyn, the beautiful Miss Mansfield who told you. When I met her in the library, she mentioned that a friend would come, but I didn't expect it to be my junior student."

After adjusting his somewhat slovenly clothes, the old warlock looked kindly and spoke to the overly handsome junior in front of him.
Chapter completed!