But just when the atmosphere was about to intensify, old Constance slowly raised his hand:
"Let him finish."
And with the relaxation of the old dean,
Salik Ferrarila also felt the rising pressure.
He nodded with King Julianster IX beside him, and then continued:
“Laurentz Riel has been committed to the inheritance and innovation of knowledge since the ancient spiritual tide of the Fifth Age was established by the Baini Well.
But as time goes by,
Have we also fallen into some kind of inertia and forgotten the nature of exploring the unknown?
What's more, the establishment of Lorenzril itself was based on the research of the abyss during the low period of psychic power, and it became more and more brilliant.
That’s why I allowed this ‘slightly confrontational’ social experiment to be held among my students.”
"That's really nice to say,
Internal communication among your students.”
The current female dean with short hair, Alexios, sneered,
"At first I thought you had such a high-sounding reason,
It seems now,
You are just afraid of death."
But hearing her say that,
Julianste IX remained silent and finally gave a heavy and firm rebuttal:
"Your words are sharp, Dean Alda Alexios. But I'm afraid you have also misunderstood our original intention.
What Salik-Ferrarella said is true, we are not afraid of death.
Rather, we know that at the turning point of this new era, the spark of knowledge and innovation is more precious than ever.
We are standing at a crossroads. On the one hand, the power of tradition is crumbling on the ancient barriers of the Breeze City.
This is not only the protection of a city, but also the last glimmer of a pioneer nation.
It is our last line of defense against the ‘black tide’ for generations.
Many people know very well:
The lifespan of Breeze City's great barrier may be exhausted within this half year.
But the power of the "black tide" is growing day by day, and they are already hovering above our "sky".
we must change,
Or, ultimately choose to give it up."
And after hearing what he said, old Huey Fall finally sighed:
"The seal of the Holy Mourning Necropolis is gradually loosened.
Although it's not serious yet, with the recovery of the Origin Century, some 'eyes' have already focused on us.
We must intercept those sights at the border, or even beyond the border.
Although there are many fifth-level or even sixth-level great sages who are in sight of the deep abyss or distant star realm.
But Laurenz Riel must not become the first broken link in the great wheel of fate."
But regarding these pessimistic thoughts, the short-haired female dean of the sect Alexios showed a hint of anger.
Erda Alexios said slowly:
“Julian IX, let’s not mention your identity as the heir to the original royal family of Breeze City.
Is there no possibility that we can completely eliminate the galaxy-level Kuroshio crisis outside the barrier?"
She touched Anta-Linyu.
But the female dean of the School of Life with long dark green hair just shook her head gently:
"I don't have any ideas,
I just,
Thinking about what He was thinking."
She looked at the giant trees that covered the entire Breeze City of Laurenzril.
Laurenzril's Seven Sages meeting thus entered the wrangling stage.
The night finally passed, and during this time Su Wen finally made contact with Laurenz Riel's conservative forces.
But obviously,
This group of people was not as serious as he thought.
Deep in an unknown street in Manila, Philippines, Levis took Su Wen to a cafe called "Tropical Dreams" that was open late at night.
The entire warm-toned cafe seems like an oasis in the urban jungle.
It is completely different from the tense atmosphere outside.
It is decorated with lush green plants and colorful lanterns, and the air is filled with the mellow aroma of coffee and the sweetness of tropical fruits, intertwining a unique and exotic atmosphere.
The soft Philippine music "Bamboo Dance" flows slowly in the air, and the Chinese-English bilingual melody is like the gentle sea breeze, giving people a moment of peace.
And just inside the cafe, at the largest long table on the first floor, several men and women in tropical costumes were sitting around a wooden round table playing board games.
Many of them even wore sunglasses as if they were just here to have fun.
Levis first introduced representative teachers from four colleges to Su Wen from a distance:
Sitting at the main seat was a man named Rickman. He was tall, wearing a Hawaiian shirt with a tropical island pattern on it, and his smile was somewhat hearty and uninhibited.
Next to him was Jason, a young man wearing a wide-brimmed straw hat, shorts and sandals, his skin almost blending in with the surrounding dark wood.
Diagonally across from them is Leah, a lady with long wavy blond hair, wearing a colorful long skirt. Finally, there is Emily with slightly darker skin, wearing sports-style short sleeves and shorts.
of women.
"I heard that those radical guys started causing trouble again."
Rickman whispered,
There was a hint of disdain in his tone,
"They always think their ideas can save the world."
"Yeah, those guys are like a bunch of lunatics who have been carried away by knowledge.
But in fact, based on some experiments that are not allowed by law, they have gone crazy."
Leah echoed, gently stirring the juice in her hand,
"We have to find a way to let them know that not all changes can bring progress."
"What if they don't listen?"
"Then just shut them up, physically speaking."
While they were having a heated discussion, Reeves, dressed in scholar's robes, approached them with a man wearing a half-silver mask.
You are the only one who is so serious every time,
Could it be that St. Huy Farr only cultivates ascetics and idiots?"
When he heard what he said, Reeves rolled up his sleeves silently. He didn't like to argue, so he could only convince others with reason.
But seeing his muscles flexing,
Rickman quickly took two steps back:
"I was wrong, I was wrong, I just introduced myself, please don't worry."
Seeing his actions, Levis finally stopped saying anything.
He just introduced slowly when everyone was quiet:
"At the request of Chief Dean Constance, I have brought a foreign aid to you:
Night Watchman - Rhine."
These words were like a thunderbolt, causing the glass in Rickman's hand, which had been gushing just now, to tremble violently, and finally subconsciously fell to the ground with a crisp sound.