I made up magic and taught a world-destroying witch?

As soon as Lance uttered those words, the atmosphere in the room fell silent.

Allen still had a smile on his face, and as if trying to ease the tension, he made a very effort to laugh:

"Haha, Lord Lance is joking. Of course we take it very seriously!"

Being young has its advantages, you know? You can run fast, and you recover quickly even if you fall, hahaha!

Joseph felt a headache coming on.

Is this just the optimism of the church knights, or is the food at the White Dove Church really so good that it can make people so sunny?

Lance glanced at Allen, who was still grinning foolishly, and said in a flat tone:

"I don't usually joke around at lockdown sites."

Seeing that his enthusiasm hadn't melted the other person's heart at all, Allen had no choice but to shut his mouth and obediently stand to the side.

Brewster frowned.

He already didn't have much affection for the royal court, and when Lance said that, his already sour face became even more sour.

"If you feel that the person sent by the Academy is not suitable, you can request a change of personnel from the Royal Academy."

Our investigation can end here for now. We can resume it once the royal court finds someone who meets your requirements.

Joseph's heart stirred upon hearing this.

Yes, that's right. They argued and argued until the investigation was canceled today, and everyone went back to their own homes.

This is the healthiest way for mature organizations to communicate.

Joseph naturally stepped back a few paces, assuming he was observing the scene.

  

Actually, he didn't see anything. The main reason was that he couldn't laugh or clap at this time, so he could only pretend to be a serious scholar who was very interested in the spatial structure of the old era.

"Professor Brewster, I'm just stating the facts."

"Facts also require basic courtesy," Brewster said.

Just as the two seemed about to continue arguing, a soft voice came from the side.

"Lord Lance's prudence is a blessing for Grey Pigeon Town."

Everyone turned to look, and a young nun was walking out from behind the Knights of the White Dove Church. The patrolmen who had been whispering around them also quieted down.

She was wearing a very ordinary black nun's habit, with a slightly worn short shawl draped over her shoulders. Her long, silver-white hair was tied low at the sides and held in place by a feather-shaped hair clip.

She looked a little pale, probably because she hadn't rested much last night, but her eyes were still gentle as she smiled at them.

"Sister Evelyn." Lance nodded to her.

Evelyn walked up to the group, first bowing slightly to Lance, then nodding to Joseph and Brewster.

"Good day, Special Affairs Officer, and Professors," she said with a slight smile.

"Among those rescued last night, some are still too afraid to close their eyes. They probably won't feel at ease unless the royal court takes them seriously."

At this point, she turned to Brewster and Joseph, and bowed slightly.

"The fact that the academy is willing to send a professor is also a stroke of luck for Grey Dove Town. However, there are still remnants of the spell underground, and everyone is waiting for an answer."

Let's confirm what we can first, okay?

Joseph glanced at Sister Evelyn. It seemed that not everyone in the White Dove Church was a "hahaha" type like Allen. This nun, at least for now, seemed quite normal.

In this world, being normal is already a very precious quality.

Allen immediately seemed to have rediscovered his laughter and quickly said:

"Sister Evelyn is right! Hahaha, let's see the scene first, let's see the scene first!"

Lance ignored him, and Allen wasn't embarrassed at all. He even took a step back and naturally made way for him.

Lance clearly didn't want to waste any more time at the door.

"Now that the people from the academy and the church are here, let's go down quickly."

Lance said, "I've heard that the professors sent by the Royal Academy have studied both new magic and magical manifestations outside the old system. In that case, you'd better go down and give your judgment as soon as possible."

Upon hearing this, Joseph immediately became alert.

Go down as soon as possible? Why does that sound like they want the college professors to go first?

Joseph had no intention of being the first to go down under the orders of this random person. After all, who knew what the underground was like? Whoever went down first would be contributing experience to those who came after.

He can contribute some theoretical nonsense to the cause of magic education, but he can't give his life.

Joseph coughed and said:

"For on-site safety, those most familiar with the passage structure and the blockade should go down first. We will naturally assist in determining the spell and any remaining magic."

Lance glanced at Allen as if he wanted to say something, but Sister Evelyn spoke first:

"Professor Grantham is right. Knight Allen participated in the rescue last night, and he is indeed more familiar with the entrance below than we are."

After she finished speaking, she lowered her eyes as if somewhat apologetic.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to make the decision for anyone, but there are still things we need to check down there, and I'm a little worried."

Upon hearing this, Allen immediately replied:

"Leave it to me! Hahaha! We sealed the well first last night, I'll clear the way!"

The inside has already been checked once, it's very safe!

"Then I'll leave it to you, Sir Allen," Evelyn said softly.

"Please be careful. You worked very hard last night."

Joseph breathed a sigh of relief.

The greatest value of the Blood Knight has emerged.

I just don't understand why this nun, who looks so gentle and delicate, seems so strange.

Was it just his imagination?

Allen took a small round shield from the attendant beside him and checked the sword at his waist again, looking quite excited.

As he walked towards the entrance of the old diversion well, he said with a smile:

"No problem, don't worry, hahaha!"

"This man is perfect for being a knight," Joseph thought.

The main issue is that while a normal person seeing such a well opening would at least contemplate life, he saw it as if he had seen the entrance to the first chapter of an adventure novel.

Could this be the protagonist of an adventure story?

The entrance to the old diversion well has been reopened, and the black wax that was pried off last night has been temporarily cleared aside, revealing a narrow stone staircase below. The patrol team placed a few glowing stones next to the well opening, but the light only illuminates a small section of the steps before it becomes pitch black.

Evelyn walked to the well and looked down into the darkness.

"Sister Evelyn, you can wait upstairs. I'll go down and check first," Allen said.

Evelyn gently shook her head.

"I performed a comforting prayer for them last night. If the remnants below are related to blasphemous rituals, I should also confirm it with my own eyes."

Allen held the small round shield in front of him and glanced down at it.

"Okay, I'll go down and take a look first."

After saying that, he turned around and gave everyone a bright smile.

"If there are no problems, I'll call you."

Joseph was preparing to take this opportunity to stand back a bit, since there was a big difference between being the last one to go down and the second one to go down.

One is called "cautious observation," and the other is "proactively delivering food."

But before he could even move his feet, a sudden jolt went through his mind.

Joseph: "?"

Next to the spell slot that had inexplicably appeared before, there was now another spell slot, and the square was filled with a tangled ball of purple thread.

Joseph's mind went blank.

Who's been stuffing garbage into his head again?

The previous red and gold one was somewhat understandable, since he was right next to Mia at the time, and maybe he accidentally brushed against the student's skill pack because he was too close.

But what is this purple thing? It can't be Grace, can it? Wasn't she supposed to go downstairs to the living room to check her white light?

After confirming everything, only one line was identified?

Joseph suddenly realized that something was very wrong.

He was about to exit the abandoned portal when a mysterious purple thread suddenly appeared in his mind. In a normal story, this situation would typically only develop in one of two ways.

Either the cheat program has been upgraded, or a new bug is already on its way.

Based on his current life experience, the latter is clearly more likely.

Just as Joseph was distracted by the spell slot that suddenly appeared in his mind, Brewster raised his hand and chanted a spell, and a standard white light spell rose from his palm.

The wellhead was surrounded by a ring of white light, perfectly meeting the textbook requirements that make people want to stamp it as qualified.

Joseph snapped out of his daze and turned to look.

It must be said that although Brewster is annoying, his technical skills are indeed not a problem.

Brewster happened to be looking at him as well.

"Professor Grantham, why don't you use your new magic to illuminate the scene as well?"

Joseph: "..."

Unless his brain has been irritated by the black wax incense from the merchants in Grey Pigeon Town, he wouldn't be able to unleash those tiny, unruly sparks here.

If he were really released, Brewster would probably be able to write countless whistleblower letters tonight with great enthusiasm.

"Professor Brewster's light spell is standard enough; stability is more important than novelty in this situation," Joseph said.

Looking at Joseph's overly calm face, Brewster's suspicions only deepened.

He was right; this person was suspicious.

Perhaps Joseph Grantham did possess some theoretical ability and did indeed use some unknown method to motivate the two problem students.

But this doesn't mean he has actually mastered the new magic; in fact, Brewster suspects he has trouble even casting spells normally.

Otherwise, why wouldn't they be willing to cast such a simple light spell?

At that moment, Allen shouted from afar at the bottom of the well:

"Nothing seems wrong down there yet! But the taste is still really weird, hahaha!"

The dark well opening reflected in Sister Evelyn's light-colored eyes, causing the smile on her face to fade slightly.

"Shall we go down?" she asked softly.

Brewster looked away, the white light in his palm still steadily illuminating the entrance.

There's definitely something wrong with Joseph Grantham.

Today is a good opportunity for him to find out the problem.