Over time, the superiors turned a blind eye.

Starting this evening, carriages drove to the castle in the center of the city. People passing by were almost confused when they looked at the numerous noble heralds. The smell of freshly painted paint that floated away as the carriages stimulated people's noses.

Many young civilian singles glanced at the girls dressed up and showed an intoxicated expression.

Some people also focus not on the dance party itself.

Ruer Past, the director of the God of War Branch, rode his horse slowly towards the Central Castle surrounded by his followers. As the main force on the front line, the God of War Sect has always had a deep relationship with the noble class.

The doctrine of the God of War advocates fighting and carries courage, but fighting is like burning money.

The guy who holds a cast iron kitchen knife or bamboo as a gun is destined to be the first to be killed on the battlefield. The War Theological Academy of all dynasties has been very entangled with the nobles, both of which hate the extravagance and waste of the nobles, and has to accept the fact that all the supplies and equipment of the warriors must be provided by the nobles.

Originally, Ruhr didn't want to come tonight, such a dance party, was not in line with such a guy who was full of brains. The butler sent by Earl Murdoch told Ruhr.

"His Earl is going to discuss the issue of Void Academy tonight."

Ruer had to come over with a tough slap.

He knew a little about the destruction of the Ten Saint Kings back then. Although it seems that no matter which profession is respected as a sacred, there are only so many resources a city can provide. If there are more ones, there will inevitably be less ones.

If the Void Academy is rebuilt, it will be a cake from the other nine academies.

After all, the nine colleges cannot make the nobles pay more, but many deans are guys with only muscles in their minds. It would be better to kill them than to let them manage a city.

When it comes to dividing the cake, even if you are reluctant, Ruhr must come.

Tonight, almost all the deans of the college came, except for Kong Xu, the person involved, and the hunting goddess cult - the group of women who advocate nature and hunt in the wild every day, wishing to eat, drink, defecate and slap in the forest. If it weren't for the covenant, even the office would not want to be arranged in the city.

Only Ophelia was so miserable, she was the only one left, so she had to stay in a city she didn't like.

While the Eight Deans rushed to the dance, the Hunting Goddess Church suddenly had a movement.

In the stronghold of the Hunting Goddess Cult in the city, a huge hall was pitch black, and the sound of wind breaking out from time to time.

Suddenly, a cold and clear shout came from inside.

"who!?"

"Hello, I am Daisy Meyer, the apprentice of the descendant of Xukong Xu. If you have any questions, please ask Mr. Lin Ge to see you."

"Okay..." After a while of storm, Ophelia opened the living room door open and nervously.

Daisy looked at the pretending strong little girl and looked at the candle she just lit. She was both funny and pitiful.

After thinking about it, it seemed that he realized that he would use black tea or something to greet the guests. Ophelia's seriousness that had lasted for a few seconds immediately collapsed and hurried to find the tea.

"No need. Your Excellency Lin Ge, this is not what my master means. However, my master admires you very much, so I have to know you some things so that you won't have any trouble."
Chapter completed!