Chapter 237 Coming
After rushing for a long time, Lu Yi finally arrived as scheduled in the evening of the next day.
In the dusk, the student office building was still brightly lit.
Lu Yi didn't even have time to go back to the dormitory and walked straight into the busy building.
The first-year students on the second floor took advantage of their low floor location to be the first to spot him, and many people at the entrance greeted him with surprise.
"Ah! Chief Lu Yi! You're back to school!"
"Long time no see, Senior Lu Yi is even more handsome ah ah ah——"
"Chief Lu Yi, you are so strong! That is the magic circle that seals the gap! As expected, nothing can stop you. You are worthy of being Chief Lu Yi..."
"Senior Lu Yi, I wonder if you have seen the letter from the Ruzkebin Empire? Perhaps you would be willing to talk to me sometime when you are free. I think there is still room for discussion between the two countries, right?"
Lu Yi's appearance was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples. Almost all the students present rushed forward.
There were all kinds of small talk and compliments, and a clever first-year student asked tentatively, "Senior Lu Yi, are you here to see Chief Lulton?"
Lu Yi's gaze fell on the first-year student who asked the question.
Chief Lulton?
It seemed that there were no accidents in the freshman competition. During the time when he had not paid attention to Braeside, Lulton successfully won the freshman competition and became the first-year chief prefect as scheduled.
Lu Yi blinked and happily said, "Yes, is Lulton free now? Can you help me ask?"
"Of course I'm free!" the freshman answered immediately, "The chief specifically told me that he's always available as long as Senior Lu Yi comes to see him!"
Ward used his hands and feet to squeeze out of the crowd, and walked up to Lu Yi with a smile on his face to lead the way for him.
"Chief Lu Yi, this is me! I'll take you to Chief Lulton's office. Chief Lu Yi, I'm Ward Arnold, you can just call me Ward..."
Ward knocked gently on the closed door of the chief's office and shouted, "Chief! Chief Lu Yi is here!"
There was no response from inside the door.
Ward cleared his throat and spoke a little louder: "Chief-Lu..."
Before he finished speaking, Ward just raised his hand to knock on the door, and the tightly closed door suddenly opened.
Lulton stood straight at the door, with an uncontrollable smile of surprise on his face.
"Brother Lu Yi! Are you here today?"
Lulton knew in advance that Lu Yi was going back to Braceside, but he didn't expect it to happen so soon.
"Yeah, just arrived."
The smile in Lulton's eyes became even brighter, and he asked happily: "Brother Lu Yi, did you come to see me once in Braceside?"
"Yeah, I haven't even returned to the dormitory yet." Lu Yi nodded, following Lulton's words half-coaxing him.
Lulton just turned sideways and urged him to come in quickly with his eyes.
Ward, who was very tactful, left the room after completing his mission, and did not forget to close the door when he left.
"Brother Lu Yi, did you ever feel like you were back in the first grade for a moment?" Lulton asked.
Lu Yi looked around and said, "A little bit. Why didn't you decorate the office according to your own preferences? As a class leader, you might spend more time in the office than in the dormitory."
As the grade increases, the floor of each grade will be changed. With the blessing of space magic, "moving" is a very easy thing. It only takes a blink of an eye to empty a full office.
Lu Yi, who was promoted to the second grade, naturally packed up his office and moved to the third floor at the beginning of the new school year.
The empty second floor should have been completely renovated after the arrival of the first-year prefect, but the actual scene has not changed at all. The same orientation and layout, the same desk and cabinet decoration, is almost a one-to-one reproduction of the office scene when Lu Yi was a first-year student.
The moment he stepped in, Lu Yi almost thought he had traveled back to a few months ago.
Lu Yi reached out and touched the bookcase on the side, then turned to look at Lulton who was sitting at his desk.
Lulton smiled at him and said, "This is what I like. Brother Lu Yi's preferences are also my preferences. Is there any problem?"
He sat in the same position as him, used the same desk and office, and was even going through the same experience as he had gone through. In different time and space, in the same position, they stood side by side.
Sometimes - no, many times, when Lulton sat at his desk handling first-year official business, he couldn't help but think of Lu Yi.
What was Lu Yi thinking when he was sitting here dealing with this matter last year?
Will he find it a little tricky, or will he be able to handle it easily?
Lulton was completely unaware of this, because Lu Yi did not communicate with him often when he was in Braeside. He could only repeatedly speculate on Lu Yi's most likely thoughts based on his understanding of him.
This may be a very boring and nonsensical thing, but Lulton never gets tired of it.
Lulton smiled brightly, but Lu Yi thought he was just a little brat who was blindly following the people close to him. He shrugged and tilted his head and said, "Of course there is no problem. As long as you like, you can decorate this office and this entire floor in any way you like."
After seeing the hideous monster skeletons that Saman displayed in his office, Lu Yi felt that there was nothing he could not accept. Moreover, he still trusted Lulton's aesthetic taste, who had been deeply influenced by him in the palace since he was a child.
Perhaps he understood the intimacy and trust in Lu Yi's eyes, Lulton's smile became even wider. The next moment, the smile suddenly turned into a painful frown.
Lu Yi almost immediately noticed the leakage and disorder of Lulton's magic.
He strode to the desk, frowned slightly and asked, "What's wrong? Are you hurt?"
"Strictly speaking, it's just some sequelae that haven't fully healed yet." Lulton blinked and said unconcernedly, "The opponent in the final is quite strong. I just suffered a minor injury."
"Minor injury? What kind of minor injury hasn't healed yet?"
"Really! If it weren't for the elemental restraint, I wouldn't have suffered even this minor injury." As if to prove himself, Lulton answered particularly loudly.
Lu Yi looked at him helplessly, stretched out his hand, palm facing up and said: "Hand."
There was obviously no unnecessary movement, but Lulton, who was still angry the last second, seemed to be calmed down instantly and put his hand obediently in Lu Yi's palm.
Due to his physical condition, Lulton's palms were always cold. When Lu Yi, with his warm palms, held his hands, it was like covering his equally cold heart with a thick, warm plush blanket.
Lulton shook Lu Yi back with force.
"Brother, are you going to help me with the treatment?"
"Um."
Lu Yi lowered his eyes and silently used his magic to check Lulton's physical condition. After confirming that there was no problem, he released the healing magic without hesitation.
The warm healing spell enveloped Lulton's entire body, and his originally cold hands and feet began to gradually warm up. The abundant and pure light elements made the ends of his golden hair glow faintly.
Lulton felt as if he was soaking in hot spring water of just the right temperature, and the lazy warmth enveloped him.
He secretly felt an irrepressible sweetness.
Look, this is Lu Yi’s preference for him!
As an obedient and well-behaved younger brother in Lu Yi's eyes, Lulton knew that he should have stopped Lu Yi from wasting magic power at this moment. After all, the "aftereffects" on his body, which could not be considered as injuries, did not require any treatment at all, not to mention that it was such a high-level healing technique performed by Lu Yi.
But Lulton did nothing. He just silently and selfishly enjoyed the magic power that Lu Yi consumed for him.
He had no choice before, but now it's different.
He finally stood beside him as he wished.
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Katifan, the Temple of Light.
The first ray of morning light leaped across the pure white and holy hollow dome.
Callisto, dressed in an intricate and gorgeous papal robe, stood quietly on the platform.
From the distant horizon came the dull sound of galloping horses.
A group of soldiers wearing armor and holding sharp weapons came from far away, and the metal tools kept colliding and making noises.
Because of traveling day and night, the robe of the king, who was in his prime, was stained with the dew in the forest, and his blood-red cloak was slightly wet.
When they reached the Square of Light, the monarch of the Mysteri Empire suddenly raised his hand, and the well-trained soldiers behind him immediately stood still, with straight bodies and firm eyes, like sculptures that have stood for a thousand years without moving.
The King of Mysteri strode forward alone, past the cardinals in the audience, up the silent steps, and finally stopped before Pope Callisto.
He bowed his head slightly, a nod as if in greeting, or as a silent worship.
"Good day, dear Lord Callisto."
Callisto smiled slightly, "Although I haven't received your letter again, I think that seeing you here explains everything."
The horn of war sounded in the early morning, and the king led his troops to the city in person.
The King of Mysteri's eyes moved slightly, and he said deeply: "Yes, I have made all the decisions. As Your Majesty said, what is coming cannot be changed. Rather than being confused in the chaos, it is better to seize the initiative. This may also be a rare opportunity for the Mysteri Empire."
Callisto gave a compassionate smile. "Death is the sad song of the end of human life, and fratricide is the trick of the rebels. If the war cannot be prevented, then I hope that at least it can end soon."
"God of Light, I, Mysteri III, swear to you, Pope Callisto, that this is destined to be the final chapter of war on the Isaiah continent. From now on, no more mothers will lose their sons, wives will lose their husbands, and children will lose their fathers.
"Please bless the Mistry Empire, so that the soldiers of the Mistry Empire will not be threatened by death or disturbed by pain, and that they will be invincible and unstoppable on the battlefield.
“May all glory be to our Lord of Light.”
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