I find it very sacred to pick someone up and make them a saint.

Gray light streamed in through the cracked high windows, and the dripping sound of water highlighted the emptiness of the entire factory building.

Mien and Phyllis walked through the black, rusted iron skeleton, the cobweb-covered furnace, and the thick iron pipes.

Fine magical runes gradually appeared on the surrounding walls, becoming increasingly dense.

Deep inside the factory, in front of three walls covered with engraved runes, floats an old holy grail in mid-air.

Mien meticulously examined the laws and principles of magical inscriptions.

This wasn't Phyllis's area of ​​expertise; she leisurely strolled forward, glancing around.

*Click.*

Mien used the "scene freeze" effect on his monocle to record everything around him, so he could later explore it in detail as if he were there.

As the analysis deepened, Mien's expression grew increasingly serious.

Although the magical energy field in front of me was rudimentary, it was quite complete, with mature system logic and no obvious flaws.

To remove this, the only way is to dismantle it from the outside in, brute force.

This seems impossible even for Hein; it requires precise manipulation of the energy of the Contract Truth to complete a surgical-like complex operation, which the current laboratory equipment cannot accomplish.

This requires a high degree of resonance and control over the corresponding capabilities.

Lucia's image naturally appeared before my eyes.

Mien gave a slight, relaxed smirk: No rush. Let's wait until she passes the theory test and then the combat test in seven days. There's still a lot of work waiting for her.

"It's a lie to say that getting into university will make things easy." He shrugged helplessly.

Raising his left hand, a stream of purple energy was channeled into his energy storage ring, causing it to glow with a purple light.

Initial investigations suggest the energy is purer, but it's still within expectations.

Half an hour later, the two quickly completed the initial inspection and recording of the area.

Phyllis said with some concern:

"But no clue has been found about the person who was given the energy."

"It's alright," Mien said casually. "There's no need to rush to investigate."

The researchers under my command must be extremely careful, as this may involve forces we cannot handle.

Any powerful force made him cautious:

"Just do the basic research, don't take any risks, leave the professional tasks to the professionals, understand?"

Phyllis felt a sense of reassurance: "I understand."

Mien always stood at the forefront, protecting everyone in the Academy.

After leaving the abandoned factory, the two visited several other magic array base points and completed the information collection, working until noon the next day.

Mien has completed all his missions in the city of Valgon. He will go back for one last meeting to give everyone an explanation before returning to the Academy.

My mood naturally relaxed a lot.

Walking back into the bustling, densely populated neighborhood, the whooshing sound of the bellows, accompanied by women scolding their children, inexplicably brought a sense of warmth and life.

Along the way, many researchers continued to talk to people, and Mien was surprised to find that they had already become one with the public, chatting and laughing familiarly.

People soon realized that these refined scholars were not law enforcement officers who came to collect taxes with bared teeth, but rather to inquire about and solve problems on their behalf, and naturally they stood together.

Phyllis spotted five or six gang members hiding on a street corner and secretly observed them, not daring to show herself openly for the time being.

With the promise and instructions of the Duke of Neuer's law enforcement officers, it is believed that they will no longer be able to arbitrarily oppress the people here.

An investigator noticed Mien and Phyllis approaching, immediately stopped his conversation, and bowed to the approaching chief.

"My Lord".

Mien nodded in response.

Many scholars bowed in respect upon seeing him, and everyone naturally realized that this tall and handsome young man was the chief scholar of the Imperial Academy of Scholars and the leader of these people.

Immediately, they cast admiring glances their way. A child ran out of the house to watch, was pulled back by his mother, and they all excitedly gathered around.

As Mien walked through the streets and alleys, a young woman brought him a basket of fruit, and an old man brought him a pocket watch...

The Academy has arrived, and Valgon is at peace. Chief Mien has arrived, and the heavens are clear! Along the way, everyone has been treated to food and drink.

Mien couldn't help but purse her lips:

Why does it feel like they're raising assassins? They're trying to win people over everywhere.

I truly have no intention of rebelling now!

However, I also secretly reminded myself that I must exercise restraint.

In the future, if there are similar grand occasions, under the watchful eyes of everyone, never stand in front of a prince or princess; that would be like asking to die.

You must "frown and step back behind the crowd."

He quickly returned to the Academy's residence, gave a brief explanation, and then got up and went back to the Academy alone.

…………

"Lua, Lua!"

"Um……"

Inside the dormitory, Lucia was sprawled out on her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Shanara sat below and sighed helplessly.

Ever since finishing her exams, Lucia has been lying in bed in a daze, seemingly having some kind of delusional episode, and frequently resorting to emotional abuse towards herself.

"Shall we go eat?"

"Oh, you go ahead, I'm not very hungry," Lucia replied, then looked at the ceiling and 'counted the stars' again.

After passing the theoretical exam, there will be a two-day waiting period for the results. With the assistance of magical machinery in grading, the efficiency will be much higher.

Because Mien will personally oversee her combat testing, there will be a gap of one or two days where she can rest.

I thought I'd feel much better after the exam, but it turned out to be even more agonizing...

I was constantly worried about whether I could pass, repeatedly reviewing my answers and wondering how many points I could get on the subjective questions.

"Don't worry," Shanara comforted Lucia, who looked completely lost.

"I usually pass. I've taken the test so many times and I've passed every time."

It did not offer any comfort whatsoever.

Above, Lucia let out a deep sigh, like an old man.

The most painful thing is having nothing to do, and when your mind is idle, it automatically starts to wander into random thoughts.

What if the result isn't good? What if I don't pass?

What will happen? Will Mien pack his bags and kick himself back to Tin Can Street?

Thinking of this, he sighed again.

That's fine. Even if I go back, I can still survive. I can continue to work hard and live the same way I did before. I'll just treat the past few months as a dream.

At that moment, the image of Mien appeared in my mind.

He turned his head, revealing a disappointed expression, shook his head helplessly, and then turned back around.

Lucia felt as if she had been electrocuted.

"No..." A mournful cry rang out from within.

She turned to her side, picked up a pillow, and forcefully covered her face with it.

Shanara then asked, "Are you going to eat?"

There was still no response, so he got up and prepared to go by himself.

At that moment, their academic communication devices all lit up.

Shanara picked it up to check: the results of the national unified examination had been released, and it seemed to have been released earlier this year.

Lucia immediately sat up, placed the communicator on her pillow, and stared wide-eyed at the screen:

The green number reads: "78.6 points (60 points is passing), Result: Pass."

"Luya, how is it?" Shanara asked.

"Seven, seventy-eight..." Lucia's eyes widened slightly, as if she were frozen in place.

"Then it passed, didn't it?" Shanara exclaimed, not surprised at all.

I almost died from overwork before, so it would be strange if I still failed after putting in this much effort.

"So, are we going to eat or not?" Shanara asked persistently.

Lucia didn't answer. She slowly put the communicator aside and then buried her face in the pillow.

"Whoosh!!..." came the excited and thrilled voice.

crazy.

"Luya!" Shanara frowned and called out again.

They still ignore me and continue to use passive-aggressive tactics.

With a sigh, I realized that in the end I still had to go eat by myself.

Ignoring it, I walked to the door, and it opened by itself!

A student with braids peeked in:

"Teacher Yingli asked Luya to go to her office. It seems that Chief Mien has returned."

"Okay, thank you." Shanara replied politely, then turned to call out, "Luya, Mi..."

But he found no one in bed. When he turned around, he saw only the wide-open door and his classmate's wide-open, surprised expression.

She hasn't even learned magic yet, so how did she fly away?