enue on a stretcher.Healing spells are mostly surgical.Even complex internal injuries from medicine can be healed with advanced magic.But a brain hemorrhage, she really couldn't cure it.Feral needs a...Chapter 195: The Great Love Poet This Time is Really Serious

I don't know how long it has been.

The interior of the warehouse on the second floor of the Cat Boss Restaurant was quite dim. A few weak beams of light from the window struggled to penetrate the thick rain curtain and curtains, leaving scattered patches of light on the floor.

It's not like a conventional storage room, more like a concealed secret chamber. Inside, only a few dim hanging lamps provide light. Each heavy, solid wooden plank seems to bear the weight of time.

In the center of the room, a man was bound to an iron chair. His body leaned forward, his head slightly bowed, eyes tightly closed, his cheeks pale. His hands and feet were securely tied with strong ropes. He wore dark clothing that appeared dusty and grimy in the dim light, as if dragged across the ground.

As the door was shut once more, a profound silence descended upon the entire warehouse. Only the gentle patter of rain against the windowpane could be heard, a steady rhythm like a continuous lullaby.

In this way, the warehouse remained unchanged.

"...."

Until Phoenix's brow finally began to furrow, and his eyelashes trembled slightly, a sign that he was regaining consciousness.

His lips twisted into a sneer, a low growl rumbling in his throat as if tormented by some inner pain.

He tried to recall, but all he had were hazy, blurry memories, leaving him exhausted.

Then, Phoenix's eyes, which had been tightly shut, slowly opened, revealing cold, piercing eyes.

He felt the solid support of the wooden chair against his back, his hands clasped tightly by the icy shackles fastened to the armrests. As he tried to make sense of his situation, what dominated him was anger and resentment.

The curse on his body couldn't be dispelled, obviously a terrifying curse far beyond his rank, making him weak and frail like a seriously ill person at this moment.

The lingering pain from the mental trauma that had previously rendered him unconscious still made his brain feel like it was trembling.

He strained to lift his head and look forward. A dark wooden table dominated his view, upon which were a few documents and two teacups.

On the other side of the table sat two figures he knew all too well.

Lance sat calmly in his chair, the steam rising from his teacup. He blew gently on it, savoring the quiet moment.

Huperlyan sat on the side, his pen hovering over the paper, ready to record every detail that followed.

Besides them, someone else adjusted the angle of a bright lamp on the table, its beam shining directly onto Phoenix's face. He instinctively flinched and squinted, his facial muscles tightening in resistance to the sudden illumination.

"Do you know why they came in"

Ranch put down his teacup, looked Phoenix in the eyes, and asked calmly.

"Lanche! You shouldn't have bound me, I want to see our academy's professors!"

Phoenix remained calm and composed, speaking with righteousness.

Even if he makes a mistake.

These guys couldn't figure out who he was, let alone charge him with anything.

At that time, the commoners in the restaurant were all controlled by the 【Wooden Puppet Theater】. They couldn't even get evidence of the assassination attempt on the Duchess.

Ranch saw Phoenix's attitude and didn't speak.

"Phoenix, male, 19 years old, born on May 11, 1778, in the Kingdom of Alora, unmarried, currently studying at the Aloran Royal Academy, no criminal record, no loans, both parents deceased, has one sister."

Lanch picked up the files on the table, reading aloud while glancing at Phoenix.

This is information about the Aloraan Royal Academic Delegation that he had Frey investigate before they arrived. It includes details about each student and teacher, such as their personal information, social connections, and family background.

"Quite deep, isn't it, the Faithful of Rebirth."

Ranch put down the file in his hands and looked at Phoenix with admiration.

"This is defamation, slander, and a violation of my personal freedom!"

Phoenix glared at Lance, furious.

Phoenix was sure that as long as he kept denying it, Lynch would be powerless to do anything about him, because Lynch wouldn't have any evidence to prove he was a member of the Resurrection cult.

In the Herton capital, Ikerith, they can't keep themselves imprisoned for long or inflict self-punishment!

Otherwise, if the Hekate Academy discovered that students from Alora's Kingdom academic visiting team were missing, they would definitely launch a thorough investigation. At that time, if the investigation pointed to Lance, Phoenix would still have a way to turn the tables.

"Phoenix student..."

Lance's voice was gentle yet authoritative, his speech slow and measured, each word delivered with clarity and power.

"You know, I've been in this line for so many years and have seen all kinds of bad students. Some repent, some never do. But they were all eventually corrected in the end. What do you think it would take if it were you"

Ranch patiently sat at the table, his hands clasped together, chin resting on them, smiling serenely as he gazed at Phoenix.

For a moment, Phoenix felt a little intimidated.

He tried to reason with him, but he said his Ranch wouldn't listen.

As the saying goes, the soft are afraid of the hard, the hard are afraid of the twisted, the twisted are afraid of those who have no fear, and those who have no fear are afraid of the mentally ill.

Ranch is obviously the last one.

Phoenix lowered his head, gritting his teeth in thought.

Upon closer inspection, Phoenix still couldn't understand why his perfect plan had suddenly taken a nosedive in the middle of its smooth execution, only to end up in Lynch's hands.

>>>>

From the moment he arrived in the kingdom of Heston, he was truly the hunted.

Everything is just wrong.

It's plainly Lance who is in the open, while he is in the shadows!

Phoenix was now filled with a strange mixture of fear and regret.

Why would you go and provoke this guy I had a bad feeling about him the moment I saw him at Purgatory Corridor Academy.

At that time, Phoenix couldn't recognize the Shining Demon Headmaster as a challenger, and he didn't even know there was someone named Lance until after returning to the real world and receiving information from the Resurrection Church.

That radiant demon was portrayed by a student named Lance from Eckerly Academy.

Phoenix student, whether you admit it or not, and whether we can make you admit it or not, it doesn't matter to me because that is the fact.

Lanche picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and then looked at the other figure standing beside him.

"Lan Fu Teacher, please give us a talk on ideology education."

The poet of great love, who had just shone a light on Phoenix's eyes, nodded and loosened the lamp, walking to Phoenix's side and circling him.

"Who are you!"

When Phoenix saw the gray-haired demon woman's figure again, he couldn't help but tremble all over and ask, as if it were an instinctual fear.

He was very sure that this creature just saw him as an ant.

At this moment, she was like shedding her disguise and returning to her truest form, no longer using a cold facade to mask her wickedness.

However, before she made her move, it still looked like only one level!

I am a great love poet.

The great poet wore a black jacket, her skirt hem swaying gently in the wind. She had a warden-like hat perched on her head. Lately, she'd been asking Lance to buy her new clothes, but her taste was quite peculiar.

It's a pity that the three gods are not here, otherwise I wouldn't have to go through this trouble.

The great poet sighed softly.

Those three clergymen, deeply influenced by her and Lynch, should be able to pry open Phoenix's mouth within an hour.

"…"

Huberly's eyes twitched as she heard the term. She, of course, knew exactly what "the three deities" referred to.

I just hope that when she and Lance go on vacation to the Northern Continent, they don't become too famous.

(The End)ching dawn on the snowfield was brutally silenced, a tense battle about to erupt in the dim white veil.Although Sieglinde immediately broke free using her cleansing magic, grabbing Ranchi and starting...