Summoner of Miracles

Royal College of Machinery, Wall Phuket, Faculty of Law.

This is a school building located around the Department of Medicine, a short distance away.

Many figures are gathering at this time in an internship classroom in the school building for debates.

That's dense numbness. If you count it carefully, you have to have at least 30 shadows.

Thirteen of these nearly thirty figures are students, and the rest are all very heterogeneous.

It was a man wearing iron and steel armor, a shawl in front of him, a black cross on the shawl, an embossed rose engraved on the armor, and a full-shouldered helmet on his head that looked both solemn and strong, reminiscent of a group of medieval crusaders.

This outfit, this anomaly, tells people that these people are automatic figures, and they're still very realistic human figures, standing one by one student at a time.

This is the group of students gathered here, as well as their weapons.

Such a group of people gathered here to talk about the laughing wind, as if they were hosting a classmate party, the atmosphere was quite harmonious, only that crusader-like automatic figure stood there solemnly and seriously, like a legion of princes and princesses, neatly lined up on both sides of the classroom.

Look closely, in the center of the room, an elegant seat with armrest sits there.

On the seat, a young man with honeyed blonde hair sits on the edge.

It was a handsome young man with a deep and well-crafted five officials.

However, the whole body of such a handsome young man gives off a very dangerous atmosphere, telling others that this is definitely not a good kind.

In this college, however, young people are a celebrity known to many.

His name was Rosenberg, and he was ranked 74th in the evening club under the login code "The Rose of Never Dipping."

If Rosenberg were here, would he be able to see through Rosenberg with the power of Spirituality?

Because, compared to the 74th place, the magic in Rosenberg is too powerful, and the atmosphere that emanates from it doesn't even seem like the next 50 people who can't get into it, or even give way to the presence of the "Thirteen."

Obviously, this is a figure who Verone, like Alice, ranks completely out of step with strength, or deliberately hides it.

Such a figure sits on his seat like a king, closing his eyes, and behind him is a crusadely petite figure, placing himself outside the laughter of the scene, quite superficial.

Until...

“Looks like we're all here. ”

Along with such a sound, the classroom door was opened.

Immediately after, two people walked in.

Those are two people dressed up in disguise from the crowd on the scene.

Ahead are the young men of Rosenberg, who have neither a noble atmosphere nor an elegant appearance.

Behind you is the man dressed as a butler.

It's Cedric and Sin.

The one who made the noise was Cedric.

As soon as he walked in, everyone stopped laughing and looked at the past.

Even Rosenberg slowly opened his eyes and looked at Cedric.

Spin, Rosenberg sounds a little bored.

“Now that you're here, don't talk to me with that fake leather bag, Alice Bernstein. ”

Rosenberg reveals the true identity of the other person in front of the people on the premises.

It's just that everyone around us doesn't look surprised at all, and as you can imagine, everyone here already knows about it.

Cedric didn't mean to laugh about it.

“It was the blessing of this fake leather bag that made our plan so smooth. ”

Cedric said something like that, but he danced all over his body and covered it with rose petals.

Soon after, the petals disappeared and only a beautiful girl with silver hair appeared here.

“Is that satisfying? ”

Alice smiled elegantly, beautifully and tenderly.

Seeing Alice like this, a lot of the boys in the room had a keen look.

Only Rosenberg, staring closely at Alice, was very unpleasant.

“Why drag Winter of Fenbourg into a nightclub? ”

Rosenberg was straightforward in questioning.

“Is that your arrangement? ”

Rosenberg seems to know exactly what Alice is doing.

“Oops, exposed? ”

Alice said that, but her face was full of indifferent emotions.

Rosenberg's expression became increasingly unpleasant for such Alice.

“I should just let you teach MULTIPLE BOTH a lesson and let you push her into despair to see if she can explode that power again on the first night, gather intelligence and formulate a response to it, and if there's nothing wrong with it, take her gloves off. As a result, you not only didn't take away MULTIPLE BOTH BOTH gloves, but you also let Winter of Femble and the Atrocities of the King descend into a nightclub, which can make our situation tough, don't tell me you don't know, Alice. ”

That's what Rosenberg said, and he unleashed terrible magic all over his body.

Under such magic, students can't help but change colors.

It's just Alice, like she doesn't feel anything, the expression of a giggle.

'Cause it's funny. ”

This young girl gave such a reason.

This silenced Rosenberg, and only the magic emanating from his body became more and more terrifying.

Alice felt this magic, her smile on her face unchanged, but her tongue turned.

“Rest assured, even dragging Winter of Femble and Tyranny of King's Landing into the nightclub would not pose a threat to us, would it? ”

Alice explains that.

“Without mentioning the" Brutality of King's Landing "doll in my hand, I can no longer continue to fight, that is," The Multiple Booms "now knows that she can not just erupt that kind of power, even though" Winter of Fenbourg "is not small, can so many of us not be better than him? ”

Therefore, the only remaining enemy left is Verone.

But that's the same thing, one person can't fight, which doesn't mean so many people here can't fight.

“Then we can officially start the operation until everyone here is together on the battlefield of the nightclub, and then we're good, aren't we? ”

Alice smiled and said to Rosenberg.

And that seems to be recognized by all present.

Rosenberg also slowed down, but said something.

“Hopefully your momentary rise will not lead to the final self-agony. ”

This is the only advice that Rosenberg gives.

“That's exactly what I want. ”

Alice responded with a smile, making Rosenberg too lazy to ignore her.

Rosenberg looked around at everyone in the room.

“In any case, for the sake of my country, may glory accompany us, accompanied by the Knights of the Cross. ”

There were rumours of people standing in succession at the site.

“May glory accompany the Knight of the Cross. ”

Everyone shouted continuously.

That scene, it's like the Knights preparing for an expedition.

Alice smiled joyfully in it.

In the eyes, destructive madness is pouring.