"The command team informed all repairers to bring their equipment and immediately implement martial law, seal the stairs and entrances and exits, and clear the decks.
"Homonworth School notifies all crew members that martial law will be enforced on the Flying Leaf immediately. All students, please return to your cabins."
The familiar and solemn voice of Provost Marian echoed in every cabin. Even if you cover your ears, you will still hear her orders deep in your consciousness. The Homemworth students and exchange students had already accused and quarreled with each other. They gathered in a group on the main deck and were about to start fighting.
"Ms. Marian is so powerful, can't we just take action?" Ophelia whispered dissatisfied, "The same goes for the campus search, and the martial law here. The professors are all extraordinary wizards, and their efficiency in action is not far away. More than us?"
"That's right, that's right," Rana also shouted, "When we first entered school, we all fought off a sea monster when we encountered it. At the time, we thought it was nothing. But when I thought about it, weren't there professors and assistant professors on board? ?”
"Enough, enough, execute the order!" Griffith raised his hand and knocked on everyone's helmets, mobilizing the armored cavalry. "Lana, Lasalle, take two teams and me to the deck, bring Beyeran The people were separated from the people of Odessa.
“Ophelia, Nona, led the first graders to unfurl the net rope under the side of the ship on the second deck.
"Mira, I need two people to go to the bridge..."
Each grade of Shutoral elects a commander in the first semester. After Griffith was elected because of his fighting performance when he was in school, his status and prestige have been unshakable.
Despite everyone's dissatisfaction, under his instigation, the two grades of young guard cavalry quickly took action. The first graders were particularly decisive in their actions. Just like Griffith and others when they first entered school, they completed the orders of their superiors without any compromise.
"Griffith Griffith," Sonia stood up from her seat, hurried to her knight, pulled his arm and asked him to bend over, "I heard that Aaron and his followers They have been planning an exchange for a long time, and what happened today may even be caused by them..."
Sonya's last few words were not even clear. The noise on the deck was mixed with insults and anger and poured into the cabin like a tidal wave.
"I'll come as soon as I go," Griffith comforted softly, "Don't wander around here with Galadia."
"But what should you do?" Countess said anxiously, "Almost all the exchange students come from famous families, and they are recent guests. The people who conflict with them are also the nobles and wizards of Beyeland, and even Ms. Marianne They are unwilling to deal with it personally. Your reputation..."
"My reputation has long been spread," Griffith pressed the girl's hand, "I know that being weak or tough will offend a group of people."
At this point, a smile appeared on the knight's lips: "There are three big figures sitting in the room: the king, the pope and the rich man. They all ordered the mercenaries to kill the other two people. What should the mercenaries do?"
"How to do?"
Griffith looked at the back of Shutoral as he left, lowered his head and said in Sonia's ear: "This is a question I must answer."
…
The deck was already boiling like boiling water.
Fischer de Aigu, one of Aaron's little followers, was surrounding the small number of Odessa exchange students with several people.
"We all know that the people of Odessa have abandoned piety and truth for darkness and evil."
"No, we don't." Several exchange students subconsciously differentiated.
"Then why did monsters appear in Homemonworth after you arrived?" Byerland's students asked loudly.
"You don't have enough monsters yet!" the Odessa man shouted, pointing at Griffith who led the team to the deck.
"Hey, don't say that~" Fisher looked back and muttered to his companion.
Trotsky stepped on him, shook the paper coupon in his hand, and shouted loudly: "If you are innocent, then come and take the piety coupon from my hand, sign your name, make a promise, and pray to me." Yelan and the Holy See of the Seven Gods promise to accept our supervision and be loyal forever! Do you agree?"
These words were like pouring a ladle of water into a pan, causing the deck to boil instantly.
"We won't agree!" the exchange student shouted, "We are not farmers from the countryside who can be teased by you!"
"Don't think we don't know. You have already betrayed the Holy Light and the Holy See of the Gods through that person."
"You Byelans are all unbelievers! Just like the elves, you are pan-believers!"
This wording immediately angered the students at Homemonworth. They issued harsh accusations, waved their fists and wands, and surrounded the small number of exchange students.
"Martial law has been issued, return to your cabins," Griffith shouted, "Disperse! Otherwise, we will disperse you!"
This thunder made the crowd pause. However, the crowd turned around and glanced at Shutoral who was lined up, and a look of contempt immediately appeared.
Miss Hollow glanced at Griffith haughtily.
"We wizards and clergy are discussing issues. It's not your turn, a Muggle who doesn't get the favor of mysteries and gods, to speak."
Her words were immediately met with a roar of approval. The two groups of people who had been quarreling just now started shouting at Griffith.
"Go away, you butcher! (Shut up, Muggle!)"
"Throw this bastard disguised as a Paladin into the sea!"
"Don't tell me, the effect of Griffith's coming here is really good." Lasalle said to Lana as calmly as a stone sculpture, while pressing his hand on the pouch at his waist.
Lana ignored him and just laughed ferociously.
The armored cavalry lined up in a row with their helmets pierced, looking at the second-level assault squadron leader in front of the line. Griffith slowly raised his right hand and raised it above his head, while pulling a mask over his mouth and nose.
Fiona and Alyosha, who were watching the excitement from the crowd, the nobles who owned Shutoral and many smart people ran away after seeing this, and fled behind Shutoral.
Fisher raised his hands in the air, ready to take advantage of the situation and shout a few words. Suddenly, he felt as if an invisible hand was strangling his throat, and when his words came to his mouth, all that was left was a squeaking sound.
The deck suddenly seemed to be frozen. The heart-stopping chill was swirling, and the noisy crowd saw the armored cavalrymen slowly taking out a small metal can the size of a palm from the pocket on their waist, and also put on masks to cover their mouths and noses.
Many people suddenly found that this scene looked familiar.
Griffith coldly swept across the gathered crowd and waved his raised hand downwards.
"disperse."
Shutoral from both groups threw the cans in their hands at the feet of the crowd. With a crisp crackling sound, large clouds of white smoke flew up. The strong odor is as irritating as fire, making people unable to open their eyes, making their throat uncomfortable and making them vomit.
There was a chorus of coughing and crying on the deck. The students who had been crowded together just now, regardless of their status, screamed and cried, pushed each other, and became a mess.
"Pull them out!"
Amid thunderous roars, the armored cavalry swarmed forward, grabbed the panicked classmates with their strong hands, dragged them across the deck, and threw them behind one by one. The young nobles and wizards who were attacked by tear gas coughed violently, with tears and snot all over their faces. In the suffocating white smoke, some people even cried and jumped over the side of the ship and jumped into the sea regardless.
Fortunately, a net rope had been opened on the side of the ship, and the students who jumped off the ship landed on it one by one, and were pulled into the cabin by Ophelia and the others who were leading the first-year cultivators.
…
"Ms. Marian, please stop the ship. We need to count the list and confirm the number of people in case anyone is missing." Griffiths retreated from the messy deck and entered the bridge and said to the professor and captain, " Please assist us."
"Mr. Knight, my intention is to dissuade you. The memory of being attacked by tear gas is not..." Provost Marianne shook her head helplessly, "Well, there is no point in saying this now. I will count the number of people as soon as possible and resume sailing. "
Griffith nodded and turned to retreat.
"Mr. Knight," the provost suddenly called him again, "the riot is temporarily under control, but the rumored threat has not been eliminated," Ms. Marianne said, "I hope you can find out who attacked me. Student, whether that’s a human or a monster.”
Griffith thumped his breastplate: "Your will shall be carried out, madam."
