After making these arrangements, Griffith followed the count into the principal's conference room.
The principal and senior professors regularly hold small banquets and tea parties, inviting the top students of each grade to be guests. Galadia and Sonia have all received good hospitality here, and Aaron is a frequent guest at the party.
Shutoral, who almost always struggled to pass the Charms class, would not be entertained. This was Griffith's first time in this place.
He followed the count through small rooms and waiting rooms, and when he saw the portraits of famous alumni and this year's top student transcripts on the wall, he felt panicked when he thought of the intermediate theory of magic that he didn't understand at all.
The principal probably won't test me for anything in the middle of the meeting!
The count turned a corner in the beautiful drawing room and entered a rather dull hall. The walls there are as thick as city walls, there are no windows, the floor is covered with red velvet, there are no long tables, but there are twelve sets of tall and comfortable armchairs and small tables. Several unknown big shots smoked cigars and pipes here, making the place full of smoke.
No wonder the count wanted to go out for some fresh air... Griffith knew that the countess particularly hated the smell of smoke, and the count had no habit of smoking.
Count Larmore pointed to a small square stool and table in the corner, which was where Griffith would sit.
Earl Charon followed closely in their footsteps and jumped in. He raised his chin towards Lamore and turned twice between the seats, probably forgetting where he was sitting.
He was really Fiona's biological father... Griffith couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.
Then a few more people came in, but the waiter didn't announce them.
Why didn't you tell me your name? Was it to be wary of me? Griffith thought for a moment. But that's not right, I don't know how they will take the meeting minutes later. The only explanation is that this group of people has been planning for a long time and is already very familiar with each other.
Headmaster Tiberion and Lord Salorian walked out of the study room inside. Coming out with them was an old man with a kind appearance and a humble demeanor. He was the agent of His Majesty Francis of the Holy Light Church, His Excellency Colvaron. If anyone doesn't know that he is the leader of the punishers, they will definitely think of him as a kind elder.
People all over the room stood up and paid tribute to them.
Then, Sidious came in. Now it seems that he is an agent of Canaan, and he came to Homemonworth not only to supervise his sister and teach.
The upper elf saw Griffith as soon as he entered the room and gave him a complicated expression. That kind of look is like you really hate a wild cat. It hangs in front of you every day, stares at your dried fish, meows, and you can't kill it before it lays its claws.
Griffith immediately lowered his head.
"The Duke de Mirantis has arrived."
A servant suddenly came in to announce.
"Quiet, you idiot," the Duke with extraordinary charisma came in, and with one look he made all the waiters retreat. Lamore, Xia Long and several important people immediately stood up and greeted him with smiles on their faces.
Griffith thought for a while before he figured out that Lord Mirantis was the guardian of the southern territory.
All twelve participants were present. Count William de La Mole first introduced:
"I present to your Lordships Commander Griffith Reserve Assault Squadron, recipient of the Order of the Eagle with Silver Oak Leaves.
"He once served on the Eastern Front and was one of the main persons responsible for the three incidents or battles in the Whispering Forest, Neopolis and Verona. He was the first in the first-year military command section of Homemon Watts and has The ability to independently complete brigade-level combat, intelligence organization and staff work.”
There was silence in the hall, and all eyes were on Griffith, making him shiver all over.
"Oh, Earl, we all know that," Principal Tiberion stroked his white beard and said with a smile, "Stop praising your would-be knights. Student Griffith just needs to take notes, and next time You can bring a girl to my party."
Everyone is seated, ready to begin.
"I am honored to tell you all that the Tenth Legion will set off to land in Verona tomorrow." A man with a very sinister expression said with a flattering smile, "Lancenis has done a good job."
"Shut up." Duke Mirantis suddenly shouted.
Lancenis is doing well? A flash of lightning flashed in Griffith's brain.
Is Lansenis the spokesperson of Beyeland? I'm still surprised that I can survive several rounds in the hands of the Extraordinary Sword Master.
Is this person crazy? Why is he saying this?
No, he meant it for me to hear!
Earl Larmore stood up with a bad expression: "Griffith, you go out first and wait in the reception room next to him."
"Who will forget the curse?" asked a big shot.
Sidious stood up immediately, pulled out a wand, grabbed Griffith with one hand and carried him out. Before going out, he turned around politely and said to the big shots present: "I'm here to help. Mr. Knight-to-be, please forget something, and your Lordships, please discuss non-topic matters first.”
Another person among the big shots present stood up, drew his wand and pointed it at the participant who had just leaked the information: "Let me teach him a lesson."
…
"Stand still, trying to resist will only make you more painful." Sidious gestured in front of him with his wand. "It is common for people to die or become dementia under the Oblivion Curse."
"Garadia will not agree!" Griffith exclaimed.
"What does it matter to her?"
"If I forget about Galadia, she will be unhappy!" Griffith replied as he stood still.
Sidious grunted, raised his wand, and cast a spell without chanting.
"Crack!"
A dazzling white light flashed in front of Griffith, and he fainted.
"Do you still remember?" asked the extraordinary wizard.
"Remember what?" Griffith looked confused, as if he had just woken up.
"What about Lancenis?"
"He is an extraordinary swordsman. He had a simple battle with me and destroyed Count Sindra's army," Griffith said with dull eyes. "I don't know any other information."
Sidious raised his right hand and slapped Griffith on the face:
"On the surface, Lancenis is a wandering swordsman. But his true identity is an MI5 agent directly under the Senate. He travels among various forces all year round. Not many people know this information. I will leak the information to you. The people must have wanted to spread the conspiracy through rumors.
"The murdered extraordinary wizard Witzleben was a noble mage born in Verona. His family has deep roots in the local area.
"After the initial attack, he may have started acting with the purpose of using the traveling group as bait to destroy the local rebels as soon as possible and thereby remove the excuse for military intervention from Beyelan. If his plan succeeded, the two brigades of the Verona Army Will cooperate with him and defeat the enemy with one blow.
"However, his plan failed. The rebels had already prepared weapons and equipment to snipe the extraordinary wizard.
"Agents from MI5 have infiltrated the Verona rebels. They provided weapons and intelligence assistance, and even participated in the battle themselves, overwhelming the legionnaires and defeating the local army commanded by Count Sindra from the north.
"The situation in Verona got out of hand. That's about it.
"The person who leaked the information probably didn't want you, who is taking orders from Count Larmore, to participate in the next mission, so he used a not very good method."
Griffith was stunned.
Sidious grabbed his collar and walked to the conference room: "Okay, I will erase your memory about the leaked information."
