Chapter 124 Young
Adrian, who witnessed this scene, almost rushed out desperately.
The other students were not as familiar with the terrain as he was, and were left far behind by him - but once again, a hand suddenly and silently covered his mouth, dragging him into the shadows, and a cold, sharp object was pressed directly against his neck.
"Ivan Adrian, don't do anything stupid." A strange, young male voice sounded from behind him. "You can't change anything if you go out now. You will just be imprisoned in the Inquisition with the Mason family."
The sharp object on my neck was colder than snow.
"Don't scream, and I'll let you go. Nod if you understand."
He nodded slowly, and the other party slowly loosened his hand, and the sharp weapon on his neck was also removed. Adrian subconsciously looked down.
"……pen?"
"Oh, this is really the least cool hostage-taking I have ever experienced." A very young voice was mumbling behind him in an unusually lively manner. Adrian was about to turn around when someone held his head down.
"Anyone who has seen my face will die," the man said in a very relaxed tone, and asked him with a smile: "Ivan Adrian, are you sure you want to see it?"
Adrian froze in place, not daring to move.
"You believed it? My God of Darkness, you actually believed it!" The other party suddenly laughed and patted his shoulder heavily: "Hey, I'm kidding, I'm not a pervert, I'm a good person."
Adrian: “…”
Is now the time to make such a joke?!
"Who are you?" He turned around angrily, only to find that the man was dressed in black and had a pure black mask on his face, with no skin visible at all.
The other party replied happily: "A certain respected gentleman asked me to protect you - so we are temporarily in the same group."
Somehow, Adrien blurted out subconsciously: "Professor? Professor Nova?"
If it was the man whose thoughts were always hard to guess, it wouldn't be surprising. He always felt that the other person must know a lot of strange people and would get along well with them.
Then Adrian saw the pure black mask waving at him: "I didn't reveal this on my own initiative."
"Then can you save Mrs. Mason and her family now?" Adrian came to his senses and pleaded anxiously, "They can't go to the Inquisition. Those people will definitely torture them—"
The man in black interrupted him coldly: "Oh, so you mean that I should kill all the priests and witnesses present now?"
Adrien stared at him in shock, "W-Of course not!"
"Then I can't." The other person shrugged. "In theory, my current duty is only to protect you, which does not include doing these extra tasks."
"Don't be stupid, kid." He patted Adrian on the head. "There are so many ways to kill these bastards, but that doesn't mean you have to jump out and stomp on them now, only to end up slipping and falling, stinking, with shit splattered everywhere."
To be honest, Adrian was deeply disgusted by this statement, but it did calm him down.
——Then the two of them went to the Inquisition that night to break out of the prison.
Adrian, his face bandaged in black, watched in shock as the man in black quickly knocked out the priest guarding the Inquisition. Still unsatisfied, the man delivered a powerful kick to the face of the former Inquisitor, knocking out several of his teeth. "This is private time. I'm going to do what I want—for little Luke, you piece of shit!"
Adrian cheered silently in his heart. To be honest, he wanted to do the same - very much, but he had other tasks to do now.
Mrs. Mason and her husband huddled in the iron cage, watching everything in panic. Their faces were haggard, but it looked like they hadn't suffered any torture yet. Adrian hurried forward, first showing his face to reassure them, and then began to carefully examine the lock on the cage.
"My God, Adrian?" Mrs. Mason stammered. She suddenly remembered something and grabbed Adrian's arm through the iron bars: "You shouldn't do this. You've caused a big disaster--"
"Don't worry, ma'am." The man in black who had just assaulted someone waved his hand playfully at her. "Shadow Chaser is at your service. We guarantee that everything will be handled perfectly. Under the protection of the night, the Radiant Church's garbage will only be helpless and furious, thinking they have bad luck."
Adrian whipped his head around and glared at him, almost catching his breath: "Are you a Shadow Chaser?!"
That notorious, elusive rebel organization, whose leader's recent bounty is enough to buy three large estates, and who is also involved in the general strike in Black County?
Daniga scratched his head sheepishly. "Uh, that last one isn't actually...never mind, it's almost there."
Then he met the other person's extremely terrified eyes.
"You don't know—didn't I tell you?" He asked confusedly. Seeing the man subconsciously shook his head, the assassin asked frantically, "Then why are you so bold as to come and join me in a prison break without even asking a single question?!"
The boy had simply volunteered, offering to help appease the Masons, who didn't even know him. Daniga figured it was just a prison break, easy enough, and bringing an ordinary person wouldn't be a problem—though of course, there was also a lot of vanity involved, wanting to appear heroic.
The black clothes and black mask were the classic image he designed for Shadow Chaser. Daniga thought the other party had already recognized it, and thought happily that the name Shadow Chaser was quite useful. But the young man looked at him blankly and said, "You said it was the professor who sent you to protect us."
Naturally, he believed the professor—as for the Shadow Chaser?
Adrian blurted out, "Aren't the Shadow Chasers a group of cultists who specialize in hunting down nobles and eating their hearts and livers?"
That's what the newspapers said.
Daniga: “…”
He was furious and wanted to debate with the other person for three hundred rounds immediately, but time did not allow it and the venue was not suitable. In the end, he had no choice but to put on a gloomy face and use magic to break the chain.
"Let's go! Those people from the Inquisition will soon react." The assassin snorted, "I'll take you back to White Tower University."
"That's right. You two can't go home. You have to go to White Tower University." He looked at the Masons. "Your home has been destroyed by those bastards, and everyone around you saw you being captured by the Inquisition. Going back now would be walking into a trap."
The Masons, who had originally thought they were doomed, were delighted, but also a little uneasy: "Can we really stay at White Tower University?"
Daniga suddenly felt guilty—this prison break was entirely his own decision, and he hadn't even told his boss. He had indeed been warned not to cause trouble, but who could bear to watch this unfortunate family die in the cold and gloomy Inquisition?
He had to force himself not to show any emotion in front of the three civilians who were looking at him with admiration: "Of course, that gentleman is a good man, he will help you."
"Hurry up, hurry up." The assassin opened the iron gate, but saw the Masons' faces distorted with fear.
What's wrong? Why that expression? Daniga wondered bewilderedly, but he only felt a sudden chill in his chest, a biting cold wind rushing in—he was like a leaky bag, blood oozing out of the hole in his chest.
Adrian seemed to be shouting something... Stop it, you silly boy, you'll attract everyone from the Inquisition - the assassin fell down silently, and in his increasingly blurred vision, he could see a pair of boots covered in snow and mud, as well as a black leather cloak that was swaying heavily behind him.
In a trance, he seemed to see countless spells pouring out like dark rivers, covering the land soaked in snow and blood.
…
After the students left the principal's office, Wyatt slowly stood up, using the handrail as support. His expression was serious: "Mr. Nova, I think you need to understand something."
He looked at the young man leaning on the sofa, vaguely remembering that a few months ago he was still worried that he would have a mental breakdown under the pressure from the Holy See - but now this man was about to gesture towards the Pope's neck.
“This is a school, a place for academic research.”
He rarely used his usual rhetoric of "I'm on good terms with you, and everyone else is on good terms with you." "My original intention in founding White Tower University with Owl was to create a pure place for the pursuit of truth. The turmoil of the outside world should have nothing to do with the students here."
"...The death of Rabbi Madel is already a tragic consequence." Wyatt saw that the black-haired young man's face remained unchanged. He hesitated for a moment, then continued, "We absolutely do not want another Rabbi Madel to appear."
Nova raised his eyelids expressionlessly: "Is this what you meant, or what the owl meant?"
Wyatt was stunned for a moment, but this brief, almost delusional moment was caught by the other party: "It seems that you mean that there is a disagreement between you and Owl."
He stood up directly, and the inexplicable sense of oppression made Wyatt subconsciously take a step back.
"You are a clever man."
Otherwise, his future intentions wouldn't be apparent from his current actions, even though the other party was currently unaware of the contents of the publication of "Divine History." Owl chose to keep this a secret from his old friend, suggesting that, given his character, he would strongly oppose such a forceful and dangerous action.
"So how do you plan to protect these students?" the professor said sarcastically. "Will you enclose a piece of land and declare it a chosen place, with no outsiders allowed in or out?"
He bluntly pointed out, "The Okensele Society has gradually eroded many of the rights accorded to the Holy See, an indisputable achievement. However, the absence of fatal and violent conflict to date is also due to the fact that the society has not thoroughly infringed upon the fundamental interests of religious organizations."
Wyatt hesitated to speak, but Nova ignored him: "The Church and the Temple have always represented the power of the gods, the will of the gods, and the choices of the gods. Warlocks all over the world must go through the Church or the Temple to understand the gods they believe in and gain the power of their ideas."
"But the seminary was born." His voice was soft, yet it carried a resolute tone. "The creation of the seminary was a very wise move. It gradually deprived the Vatican of its right to interpret scripture, but it also meant that the conflict between the two sides would intensify until it became inevitable."
“So compromise is useless, retreat is useless, and escape is useless.”
The young man placed his hands on the desk. A shadowy mountain rose from behind him, reaching the ceiling. "You can't just say some correct nonsense like 'shouldn't involve students' and expect your opponent to show mercy. Indecision is a leader's most fatal flaw, bar none."
The smoky gray irises were like ancient glaciers, and the facial muscles were as pale and hard as marble. For a moment, Wyatt thought he was facing a cold and tyrannical monarch who ruled the entire starry sky.
The black-haired tyrant's voice was soft, yet deafening in the quiet room. "From the day the seminary was founded, the Okunsele Society has chosen its path. With the abyss crumbling behind us and the abyss beneath us, our only future is a fight to the death."
"...But what about those who sacrificed their lives for so-called lofty ideals?" The wrinkles on the old man's face grew even grayer, his expression decadent and painful. "They were still so young. They should have lived their own lives, pursued their own dreams, and had their own love and happiness..."
——Even you are still so young.
"They're just like you and me. Once they die, they're dead," the young man replied calmly. "The death of an individual is insignificant to history."
——But even the most powerful gods must bow to the vast ocean composed of countless humans.
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