Chapter 50 The Dean's Big Cane
The Temple of Light is the largest building in Thorn Flower and is also an envoy force organization independent of the jurisdiction of the City Lord's Mansion.
In other words, the Temple of Light, like the Thorn Flower School of Magic, are great institutions directly under the jurisdiction of His Majesty the King, and local officials with titles have no jurisdiction over them.
However, due to the transcendent status of the Temple of Light and the Thorn Flower School of Magic, His Majesty the King sometimes has no way to restrain these two major forces and can only send a duke who is powerful and prestigious enough to suppress the Thorn Flower City and prevent the city from getting into chaos.
Because the two of them don't like each other, one advocates theology and the other advocates magical education.
Over the years, the Temple of Light and the Thorn Flower School of Magic have been fighting and arguing with each other, but both sides have been suppressing their feelings and have a tacit understanding with each other that they will not escalate the friction and contradictions.
This is not because both sides are good, but because neither side has absolute certainty of suppressing the other.
Until recently.
There are rumors in the city that the Temple of Light has captured people from the Magic Academy and is summoning the undead in an attempt to cover the continent of Esk with darkness.
Rejecting the existence of dark magic and undead-related creatures is a consensus reached long ago between the two major forces.
The Thorn Flower Magic Academy has long been on the same side as the Temple of Light on this point. This was one of the contents of negotiations left over from the struggle between the two in a longer historical period.
In other words, if there really are people related to the undead in the Thorn Flower Magic Academy, the Temple of Light has the power to arrest and try them according to the agreement.
Even if this was something the Thorn Flower Magic Academy agreed to, if any of its staff were really captured by the Temple of Light, the academy would certainly feel ashamed.
The two families had been competing with each other. The temple wanted believers, and the magic academy wanted apprentices.
If the temple judges their people this time, how will the magic academy recruit people in the future? Don't you think the temple is more awesome? Why not just learn magic?
Although some people in the main city predicted that the Magic Academy would refuse the Temple of Light's attempt to capture its members, the actual outcome was beyond everyone's expectations.
The Magic Academy did not resist, and even actively cooperated with the temple's arrest. They handed the person over to the temple for trial.
"Could it be that the School of Magic has given up resistance? Don't they want to fight the Temple anymore?"
"I've heard that His Majesty the King had a serious illness a few years ago and was cured by the Lord of the Temple of Light. Since then, His Majesty the King has relied heavily on the Temple of Light."
"I think the Magic Academy should have also learned of this news. The Temple of Light, which has the full support of the king, is not to be provoked."
"It seems that the title of the first school in the Esk continent will be taken away by the Temple of Light in the future."
There were people chatting along the way, including adventurers, magicians, and believers of the temple.
No matter who is tried, this incident is a blow to the Magic Academy, a blow to its reputation and prestige, and it will also make more people feel that the Magic Academy is far inferior to the Temple of Light.
In front of the temple hall.
A group of priests and knights stood with solemn expressions, surrounding the entire hall to prevent people from approaching.
Everyone could only see from afar a young girl in a white magician's robe with disheveled hair kneeling in the middle of the hall.
She lowered her head and remained silent, her shoulders occasionally moving as if she was sobbing.
A knight holding a greatsword stood behind the girl. He was wearing armor and holding the sword tightly in his hand. One side of the sword flashed coldly in the sun, stinging people's eyes.
"Are you going to kill her? Poor child, she is still so young."
"Don't talk nonsense! This is not a killing, this is a purification! All evil will be purified by light!"
A believer of light glared at the old woman who pitied the girl: "If you keep talking nonsense, I will report you to the temple!"
"I……"
The old woman opened her mouth, but dared not say anything, so she lowered her head and said nothing.
"I know who this girl is. She is Alia, a summoning magician who is about to graduate from the magic academy."
"I heard that she was captured and put on trial because she cast summoning magic in the Northern Forest and summoned an undead creature."
"Your information is not accurate. I know the deeper reason. My brother has been making bread in the temple. He heard that when Alia summoned the undead, the plane channel was opened and a large number of undead were released."
"Really? That's a serious crime!"
"Yes, not long ago, the Archbishop led a corps of knights to siege these undead. I estimate that these undead will be wiped out soon."
"Then she really deserves to die. The undead are all evil beings and cannot be released."
Some people agree, while others oppose but dare not say it out loud.
People only discussed the matter itself and did not dare to touch upon the issue of stance.
The Temple was gaining momentum, and didn't they see that even the School of Magic had given in? Anyone with a bit of sense wouldn't mess with it at this time.
I just feel sorry for the little girl, Alia.
She is at the best age and has an excellent magical background and potential. If nothing unexpected happens, she should graduate successfully and become a magician admired by everyone.
However, the accident has already happened.
Life is always like this. Some accidents can only make you troubled, but some accidents can completely rewrite your destiny.
On the steps of the temple hall stood several old men in robes.
There were several temple bishops in red robes and teachers from the magic academy, who surrounded the two people in the front.
One is the Lord of the Temple of Light, and the other is the Dean of the Thorn Flower Magic Academy.
"Dean, you really don't object?"
The hall master looked up at the sun, then turned to look at the dean, smiling: "I heard that Alia is a student of Teacher Murphy. Teacher Murphy should be a child of your family, right?"
"Against what?"
The dean closed his eyes, his white beard mopping the ground, and he leaned on a large black curved cane. He spoke lazily, "If you have made a mistake, you must accept the punishment, and no one is exempt."
"As for you, you should look at the sun less often, or you might go blind."
The dean's sarcasm made the hall master laugh. He raised his hand and pointed at the sun, saying proudly: "This is my master's creation. As the master's servant, I naturally have to take a closer look at it."
"But, Mr. Dean, as a magician, don't you think you are quite different?"
The hall master pointed at the dean's cane, a smile on his face: "I'm curious, is it really a wand? Or are you too old to cast spells, so you made your wand so big."
"A big magic wand. It can cast spells and hit people."
The dean chuckled and said, "Do you want to try it?"
The Palace Master said nothing, but waved his hand: "Begin purifying the evildoers!"
No matter how much you ridicule me, it's useless. I hold your child's life in my hands. If I want her to die, she must die.
The dean remained silent. He opened his eyes and looked expressionlessly at Alia who was kneeling in the middle of the hall.
She was in such a miserable state, her clothes were tattered and her body was covered with bloodstains.
Only God knows how much she has suffered in these days. The dean cannot see her eyes, but he can feel that her pupils hidden by her long hair must be full of pain, grievance, and resentment.
"Perhaps she is also hating why the academy is unwilling to help her."
The dean sighed in his heart. He saw that the knight had already raised his long sword.
The Palace Master has given the order and the purification ceremony is about to begin.
"Oh, what a poor little girl."
"Don't look, don't look, close your eyes."
"The great Lord is about to purify the evil existence!"
There was some commotion among the crowd. They looked at the knights' raised swords, and most people did not dare to look directly at the scene of killing.
This is the temple's deterrence and also a means for the temple to publicize its majesty, although this method is ignorant and backward.
"Killing is killing, why do you say it's purification? Does God also need to wear a piece of clothing to hide his ugliness?!"
Suddenly, a sharp and sarcastic shout came from the crowd.
The hall master frowned, and a cardinal beside him shouted angrily: "Who is making trouble? Who is blaspheming God?"
"It's me, the great Sad Wind Method!"
A man in a black robe walked out of the crowd with his head held high and proud. He was wearing a mask so no one could see his appearance clearly.
"It's the villain! It's the villain Beifeng!"
"Temple Knights, catch him!"
The crowd was agitated, and the temple knights rushed forward one after another to capture the wanted .
But they were still a step slow.
"Dark Wind!"
A sound of a spell being chanted was heard from the crowd, and a thick, foul-smelling black fog quickly spread out, filling the surroundings at an extremely fast speed and filling the entire temple hall.
"It's dark magic, and he has accomplices!"
The Palace Master was stunned. He took his scepter and stomped it.
“Boom.”
Along with the dull sound of the scepter hitting the ground, a visible ripple spread through the air.
A breath of divine power quickly blew away the black fog.
When the Temple Knights saw the scene after the black fog dissipated, they couldn't help but be shocked.
The palace master's expression also became extremely ugly.
Alia is gone.
Master Beifeng also disappeared.
They rescued the people in front of countless followers of the Temple of Light.
"You did it!"
The hall master turned his head and stared at the dean.
"Don't talk nonsense."
The dean waved his hands repeatedly, looking innocent: "I have been standing with you all the time. I didn't even have a chance to cast a spell. How can I save people?"
"Master Sadwind is your student!"
"Yes, but he is also a traitor to the School of Magic and a wanted criminal!"
The dean gnashed his teeth, filled with anger: "He killed so many students from the magic academy. I wish I could catch him and kill him with my own hands! I really regret teaching him so many magics! How could I know that he secretly learned dark magic behind my back!"
"My poor Alia."
Tears fell from the corners of the dean's eyes: "She was captured by Sad Wind, and she will definitely suffer even more miserable torture."
"It's really not you?"
The Palace Master had some doubts, but he had no evidence. After all, there was solid evidence that Beifeng killed students from the Magic Academy, and he had long been a common enemy of the two major forces.
"By the way, where's your wand?"
The hall master discovered something was wrong. The dean had nothing in his hands and his big cane was missing.
"Ah, I put it away. I don't think I should hold it every day, lest some people think I am too old to cast spells."
"snort."
The hall master's face darkened, and then he turned to the bishops around him and ordered: "Go inform the city lord to seal off the main city! Activate the magic circle to ban magic in the city! Strictly investigate all outsiders!"
"Investigate it for me! Go there in person, I want to capture Sad Wind and Aaliyah!"
"Yes, Your Excellency."
The cardinals nodded, their expressions very serious.
No one can provoke the Temple of Light in public and live safely.
This time, the trial ceremony was of great significance. It could have dealt a heavy blow to the magic academy, but it was broken into by people from the magic academy.
Although Beifeng is a wanted criminal, he still comes from a magic academy background, which is undeniable.
"I'll keep an eye on you."
The master of the palace watched the cardinals and the knights leave. He turned to look at the dean and said meaningfully: "More than once, I will keep watching you."
"No, you should look at the sun more."
The dean turned around with a smile and said, "Come on, teachers, let's go back."
Perhaps realizing that he shouldn't be laughing, the dean's face fell again, and he sighed with tears in his eyes: "My poor Alia, your fate is so miserable..."
