101: Chapter 101 My brother is right!

Scanning the crowd, his gaze lingering for a few moments on the imprisoned Family wizards, Vice Dean Conrad spoke again.

"I have said all that needs to be said, and you should have your answers by now, so I won't say anything more."

"As for this trial..."

At this point, Vice Dean Conrad paused slightly. He glanced at the images appearing on the crystal screen, watching the scene of students fighting over an item or a piece of flesh, before speaking again.

"Once these items have all been taken, it should be over, and it will be your turn to enter."

"What you must do is eradicate those vermin that have been attracted, and according to the information provided by Lucius, root out that group of rats hiding in the gutters, one by one."

"Presumably, you should be able to handle these matters."

As soon as he said this, the academy mentors present nodded one after another, patting their chests to guarantee their performance.

"Rest assured, Vice Dean, we will handle these matters beautifully!"

"I've long wanted to clear out those rats in the gutters, but they are just too good at hiding. This time, I will definitely drag them all out!"

"..."

Listening to their assurances, Vice Dean Conrad said nothing more, merely nodding as his gaze remained fixed on the crystal screen.

At this moment, looking at the students fighting and struggling with all their might, Vice Dean Conrad felt a sense of emotion.

'After this series of trials, those Limit Apprentices and other students should have shown significant improvement.'

'If it truly goes as the Dean planned, the results of the next few grand competitions should be very ideal. Let's just hope nothing else goes wrong!'

'Otherwise, it would be quite embarrassing if all this manpower and material resources were spent, only for it to end in vain.'

As Vice Dean Conrad fell silent, the room also quieted down, returning to its previous state.

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"Char, is this the residence of the person you were talking about?"

A man with a shifty, rat-like appearance, dry yellow hair, and wandering eyes asked his companion, Char, who was squatting nearby.

The man called Char had an ordinary appearance, a sallow complexion, and a thin, frail body—clearly the result of long-term starvation.

Hearing his companion's words, a flicker of insecurity crossed Char's face as he poked his head out to take a look.

Retracting his head, he looked at the shifty-eyed man beside him and nodded firmly.

"Yaze, yes, we haven't found the wrong place, it's here. I heard from my brother that the guy inside, every time he asks my brother to buy things, he doesn't even blink when he pays."

"Also, you wouldn't know, but that guy has such delicate skin, even more tender than the village chief's daughter back home. It feels like you could squeeze water out of him with a single pinch!"

Hearing this, Yaze's entire face scrunched up, looking indescribable.

"So you're telling me you heard all of this from your brother? You've never seen it with your own eyes?!"

Regarding Yaze's questioning, Char waved his hand dismissively.

"What difference does that make? My brother wouldn't lie to me, so what he saw is the same as what I saw."

Veins bulged on Yaze's forehead as he gritted his teeth and said, "Char, we didn't come here for money. We came to find a pure Soul to sacrifice to the gods!"

"Since you haven't seen him with your own eyes, how can you judge that the person's Soul is pure? Just because he has money?!"

Upon hearing this, Char looked at Yaze with a puzzled expression: "Isn't that the case? As long as you have money, you don't have to work as hard as we do every day; you just need to enjoy yourself. Wouldn't that make a Soul pure?"

"Besides, we are searching for sacrifices to offer to the gods in exchange for power, which, at the end of the day, is still for the sake of money."

"Now, we just need to use the power granted by the gods to rob that person, and then we'll have money, right? Doesn't that directly achieve our goal?"

When Yaze heard this, the expression on his face became strange.

He couldn't tell what was wrong with what Char said, but he felt like something was off.

But when he looked at the residence, he felt he knew where the problem was.

Yaze pointed to the house not far from them, which was a mix of stone and wood with a thatched roof, and asked.

"Char, tell me, does someone living in a house like this look like they have money?!"

"This house looks only slightly better than the thatched hut we live in!"

Char stiffened his neck and stubbornly said, "Anyway, my brother said this guy is super rich, and my brother wouldn't lie to me!"

Yaze was on the verge of a breakdown: "Stop with the 'my brother this' and 'my brother that'! Is everything your brother says right? Can't he misjudge things?!"

Char: "What my brother says is always right, my brother wouldn't lie to me!"

Yaze: "F***!!!"

"I can confirm that his brother is right."

Just as Yaze couldn't help but curse, a crisp voice rang out above their heads.

Upon hearing this voice, Yaze froze instantly, and cold sweat began to pour uncontrollably from his body.

As for Char, the stubbornness on his face instantly vanished, replaced by a bright smile full of pride.

"Yaze, see? He even said my brother is right. My brother wouldn't lie to me. Do you believe me now?"

Hearing Char's words, Yaze felt like killing him, and gritted his teeth as he said.

"Char, take a look at who is speaking. I am truly f***ing done!"

Char looked up.

At this moment, on the mound above their heads, stood a person—a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a black robe that covered his entire body.

The moment he saw the boy, a flash of amazement crossed Char's eyes.

How could there be such a good-looking person in this world? He was even better-looking than the makeup-wearing theater actors he had seen when he worked at the theater.

Seeing Char look over, the boy showed a smile on his face.

At the same time, the boy asked, "Could you tell me what you meant by that god you just mentioned, searching for people with a pure Soul, and the sacrifices?"

The boy speaking was none other than Byron, who had found a suitable village near the city to settle in to avoid trouble.

As for why he came out, it was because he had recently received a message from Mentor Isolde.

It said that the rebellion around the academy had been completely resolved, and they could begin their return journey.

Hearing this, Byron felt a surge of joy.

After all, although there were no restrictions out here, and he didn't have to worry about others discovering anything unusual about him, but...

Out here, when he encountered problems, there was no one to help answer them, he had to constantly worry about and guard against accidents, he couldn't fully immerse himself, and there was no new knowledge to freely... to learn.

Therefore, having stayed outside for so long, Byron actually missed the academy quite a bit.

So, without hesitation, Byron immediately packed his things and prepared to head back to the academy.

This was when he happened to run into the two people whispering in the ditch.