"Hello."
"It's me, Dad."
"Good morning."
"Well, yes, I'm already going through the procedures for leaving school."
"You should be able to get your graduation certificate before the end of this month, and you can register then."
"..."
Early morning hours.
Sheng Yao College.
Mingde Building, Office of the Student Union President.
Matthew sat at a clean desk and said to the other end of the call interface.
In the office, all his personal belongings have been tidied up.
His graduation process has now reached an advanced stage.
He only needs to wait for a piece of news before he can leave Sheng Yao and go to the new barracks of the Holy Grace Gendarmerie to start a new adventure career.
But before that, Matthew still had one very important thing to do.
That is, report the status of his work to the man on the other end of the phone.
He messed up the important things that the other party assigned to him, so now there might be a big problem.
"Hey, yes."
"The plan failed."
"I deliberately used my power as student council president to transfer him to the S-class special operations team."
"Because there are people of mine in the group."
"This way, it will be easier to get started."
"But what I didn't expect was that the guy was a loser."
"He vowed to bring Lu Qingge to see me, but he was killed first."
Matthew's hand on the table couldn't help but clenched into a fist, and he exerted a slight force unconsciously:
"That kid even cleared a copy called "Online", and now the entire second grade students are bragging about him, including the magic department."
"Anyway, that guy got all the benefits, and we didn't even get a drop of the soup."
Matthew sighed with some dejection:
"well."
"The most annoying thing is."
"We go back and forth over this."
"As a result, that stupid woman is getting closer and closer to this boy!"
"It looks like the current situation."
"The way you asked me to get close to that woman and use this to bring the Xia family closer may be a bit unworkable."
"Anyway, I'm sorry, Dad."
"I disappoint you."
After the situation report, Matthew closed his mouth and waited obediently for the other party's response.
He knew very well that the other party had been listening.
So the only thing he needs to do now is to wait for a slap in the face.
What he had vowed to do at the beginning was a mess.
In this case, it is quite normal and reasonable to receive criticism.
"Um."
"You did let me down."
A low and steady male voice came from the other side:
"Matthew."
"You are the last hope and pride of the Castro family."
"You can't stay young forever, can you?"
"You have to be able to stand alone as a big shot."
"In the future, the banner of the family will be carried by you."
"Can you hear me?"
Matthew nodded and said, "Yeah, I'm listening, Dad."
"That's good."
The other party said in a calm voice:
"Don't forget how your brother died in the first place."
"This time——"
“Something that belongs to our Castro family.”
"Get it all back."
Matthew nodded obediently: "Okay, I understand."
"As for the little girl from the Xia family, you don't need to worry about it for the time being."
"The situation has changed a bit, and the plan needs to be changed."
"You should practice your leveling first. After you go to the Military Police Regiment, you can learn some skills."
"If nothing else, there will be new jobs soon."
Matthew: "Hey, okay."
The call signal was cut off.
All that's left is the beeping busy tone.
Matthew turned off the communication panel a little irritably, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and lit one for himself.
"There's really a lot of shit going on."
Matthew grumbled.
*
*
*
"The attacker was Mong En."
"A second-year S-class student in the magic department."
"He was attacking Lu Qingge, who was from the same department, and was killed in the secret realm by legitimate defense."
"We have verified the historical kill records provided by Lu Qingge and confirmed that this is indeed the case."
"..."
Shengyao College, Academic Affairs Office.
Fan Wenzong, the director of ethics and discipline, frowned.
While looking at the information in his hand, he listened to the secretary's voice briefly describing the whole story.
"One of the more interesting ones is."
"The student who was attacked just transferred from the assistant department to the magic department this year."
The secretary smiled helplessly and said: "And his level is only lv1 - Meng En has reached lv15."
"Low-level players are not helpless when facing high-level players."
"The reason Meng En was defeated by him was probably because he was attacked or stabbed in the back."
Fan Wenzong said:
"But this lv1... is indeed a bit outrageous."
"This person obviously has a bug in the game panel, otherwise it would never be this level."
"Even if it is, his true level cannot be this low."
The secretary nodded and said, "Director Fan, how do you think we should handle this matter?"
"Just follow the rules of the Brave Association."
"For this kind of thing, we and the Western Region Corps will inevitably bear part of the responsibility."
Fan Wenzong's eyes moved slightly and he changed the subject:
"But the information provided by this lv1 boy is worth paying more attention to..."
"Speaking of which, it seems like we haven't seen necromancy for a long time, right?"
"At least now, it was almost ten years ago."
The secretary agreed: "Indeed."
"If it looks like this, there must be something going on over there..."
Fan Wenzong pinched the bridge of his nose and said anxiously:
"Perhaps something new is about to be activated..."
The secretary said: "Then I will report it to the superiors of the college immediately?"
"Um."
Fan Wenzong nodded and said: "You should contact the principal immediately." 33
The secretary with a high execution rate walked away quickly on her high heels.
"Something's not quite right..."
Fan Wenzong held the back of his head, looked at the floating clouds outside the window, and murmured a divine way.
*
*
same moment.
Lu Qingge, full of energy, arrived at the [shooting range] at the agreed time.
It was early morning.
On the vast shooting range, there are only a few sporadic players practicing various skills.
After finding target position No. 28, which was far away from the center, Lu Qingge waited there for a few minutes.
It didn't take long.
A familiar man wearing a black cloak appeared in Lu Qingge's sight.
"Morning."
"Professor Grian."
Lu Qingge said hello from a distance.
…
Some people died, but not completely...
