Witch, Fireball and Steam Evil God

Chapter 249 Buried Underneath

Rowena heard the sound of gears turning, and the dusty door slowly opened to her.

The only thing to be thankful for was that there was no one around, and her series of shame-filled dialogues were not heard by anyone else.

She admitted that if she was a fledgling low-level magician more than a decade ago, she might have been attracted by this dialogue full of mystery and magic, but now...

All I can say is that she considers herself to be an old aunt.

The scene behind the door changed rapidly, and intermittent conversations could be heard from inside.

Rowena took a deep breath and walked straight into the ever-changing light and shadow in front of her. Then, she was shocked by the scale of the Mole Club. As the name suggested, she thought that the other end of the door would be connected to a small space, which was dark and damp and looked like a sewer, which was more in line with the general image of rats.

However, the fact was just the opposite. It was a manor, and the space and decoration were no less than her mansion in the imperial capital. What greeted her was not a pungent smell, but the aroma of Earl Grey tea.

Most members of the Mole Club also wear exquisite wizard robes.

Rowena immediately understood that this must have been renovated by Lin Dong when she returned to the academy as a teacher. Even the Mole Club was established by her. Otherwise, with the students' magic, knowledge and financial resources, it would not be enough to set up a manor that no tutor could find in an academy like this with so many masters of mysticism.

Although the dialogue at the door is shameful, it is a clever form of detection magic.

It's more like a magician's trick than elemental shaping.

Since their first meeting, Winter had mastered many practical low-level magic tricks, which seemed incredible to Rowena. Although elemental shapers and magicians are collectively referred to as "magicians" in the eyes of many people who don't know much about the subject, the spells between the two are fundamentally different. Except for Winter, Rowena has never seen anyone who can "dual-cultivate" two different spells.

She tried to cast fireballs and frost arrows several times, but all ended in vain.

This is the power of the saint, or winter is special.

Rowena prefers the latter.

"You are……?"

There was a noise behind Rowena, and what came into view was a female student holding a book and wearing a gold-lined magician's robe. She was stunned when she saw the smiling mask on Rowena's face. This was a unfamiliar face.

The Mole Club has been in a bad situation recently, and she didn't expect to meet a stranger at this time.

"You can call me Nana."

A smile appeared on Rowena's face. Now was the time to act young. It was very familiar to her. It all came from her young mentality - this statement was first put forward by Ethan, and it was very suitable for Rowena.

"I mean, welcome Nana."

The girl bowed slightly to her with elegant manners, and it was obvious that she had received aristocratic etiquette education since childhood.

Unlike these poor students who went to school with debt, the academy had a long history and profound cultural heritage. More than 70% of the students came from aristocratic families. It was isolated from the world and had never been influenced by the Lofik Foundation, which perfectly met the standards of an "ivory tower".

A group of rich people!

Rowena sighed in her heart.

This was the youthful campus life she had imagined, instead of being burdened with debt and running around for her instructor like a beast of burden all day, being so busy that even the promotion qualification exam and her own magic tricks were snatched away by people with connections.

"Come in together."

This noble lady looked easy to get along with. She had long burgundy hair and the upper half of her face was hidden by a silver ball mask, revealing a pair of sapphire eyes.

Rowena's arrival stopped the heated discussion in the manor hall for a while. Seeing this, the black-haired young man wearing the same gold-inlaid magician robe waved his wand and danced in the air. Mini fireballs bloomed in the air like fireworks. The originally tense atmosphere suddenly became much more cheerful, and they expressed their most sincere welcome to the newcomers.

Under normal circumstances, they would definitely put aside what they were doing and hold a welcome party for the new members, but now is not the time.

The Mole Club is facing an unprecedented crisis. The black-haired young man is the leader of this year's Mole Club. After briefly introducing the divisions of the manor to Rowena, he once again engaged in an intensive discussion with the core members. This was a topic about the discipline department and the college mentors.

It wasn't a secret meeting because they were held in the most conspicuous place in the hall and did not object to any club members who came to listen.

However, not all members of the Mole Club want to get involved in this heated discussion.

The club members have different purposes for joining. Some of them are rebellious and tired of the increasingly high-pressure management style of the academy. Of course, there are also many people who join to explore the mysteries of magic and do not want to directly conflict with the tutors and members of the disciplinary department of the academy - especially for those ordinary students whose family background is not very wealthy.

If you are caught doing something bad, at the very least you will have your tuition fees deducted and be talked to, or at the worst you will be punished.

Although the college rarely expels a student directly, once the identity of the Mole Club members is exposed, their subsequent campus life will become very difficult. They will inevitably be criticized by name and will become the focus of attention of the Discipline Department. They have recently launched a two-week "reformation program."

"Damn Franky!"

Rowena heard a young man in a black wizard robe, clenching his fists, complain.

This was one of the few names she had heard since she came to the academy. He was the founder of the Discipline Department and the new "Dark Lord" in the students' minds. However, unlike Winter's mixed evaluation, students were more afraid and disgusted with Franky. After the implementation of a series of high-pressure new school rules, many followers gradually appeared around Franky.

This is what Rowena heard when the college guide introduced the pumpkin patch to her.

There were many students with faces covered in dust and dirt, looking miserable.

They were all caught red-handed by Franky's gang for violating school rules and were sent to the pumpkin garden for labor reform. The guide introduced to her that the pumpkin garden was one of the main places for growing magical materials in the academy, and most of the potions needed for alchemy and potion science were grown in the pumpkin garden.

The new school rules and punishment mechanisms formulated by Franky have to some extent made up for the chronic staff shortage in the Pumpkin Garden.

Rowena also noticed that the boy's fingernails were covered in dirt, which formed a sharp contrast with his clean and decent magic robe. It was not difficult to tell that he seemed to have undergone "labor reform" not long ago.

She had no good feelings towards Franky. He reminded her of the instructors who abused their power and their lackeys in the Astrology Guild.

The young man asked, "How's the situation over at the pumpkin patch?"

"Franky's lackeys have noticed that the amount of materials for spellcasting has decreased. Now all students have to make a list of tasks after completing their labor."

Hearing this, the young man's face suddenly became a little ugly.

The Pumpkin Garden is an important source of spellcasting materials for the Mole Club. They are an "illegal organization" not recognized by the academy, so naturally no one will reimburse them for all their activity funds and spellcasting materials.

Funding is a small matter; the key is the spellcasting materials.

Purchasing directly from the magic shop would easily be discovered by the Discipline Department. Last month, they conducted a strict investigation under the leadership of Franky, and many members of the club were punished by the Discipline Department for not being able to explain the purpose of the materials clearly.

The situation is not optimistic.

This was the conclusion Rowena came to after eavesdropping.

After all, these children are just students, and not every student has Winter's talent. The Mole Club is losing ground in the struggle with the "Dark Lord" Franky, but she has also learned some important information.

The change in the atmosphere of the academy began with the arrival of Franky. He was sent by the Ministry of Magic. His parents and ancestors had all been students of the academy. After graduation, they held important positions in various departments of the Ministry of Magic. Franky was the elementalist with the purest bloodline. After establishing the Discipline Department, he was naturally not afraid of "offending" those pure-blooded elementalists with prominent families.

Rowena also learned some interesting information.

Franky didn't need to return to the academy after graduation. His family paved the way for him in the Ministry of Magic. However, he gave up his job as a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Magic and returned to the academy.

Her intuition told her that Franky was conducting some kind of research in the academy, and the members of these clubs did not seem to realize why they were being suppressed.

The ubiquitous members of the mole club are likely to become an obstacle to research.

"We found some magician's books from the library. I wonder if they will be of any help."

The girl who had welcomed Rowena before placed a thick pile of books on the table.

"But we can't learn magic."

The boy, his hands covered in dirt, muttered.

He knew very well that this was a helpless move, which meant that they admitted in their hearts that they could not defeat the Discipline Department in the field of elemental energy magic, and could only place their hopes on other means.

"Well, I know there's a very famous magic scroll shop in Hearth Bay that also provides private customization services. I have some extra pocket money this month..."

"Lao Sen Magic Scroll Shop?"

The members of the Mole Club's eyes suddenly lit up.

They, or the entire academy, were no strangers to Lao Sen's Magic Scroll Shop because of the Magic Duel Masters Tournament held by the academy a few months ago, which was a glorious tradition that had existed since the First Era.

According to school rules, students participating in the competition can bring three low-level elemental magic scrolls of no more than level three. This is to increase the uncertainty of the competition. In many evenly matched duels, a seemingly inconspicuous instant magic can often determine the outcome of a duel.

This was originally a contest of wits and planning, until a student took out a fireball scroll that he had ordered from Lao Sen's magic scroll shop at a high price.

Thus, the glorious tradition of the college was broken.

Everyone who witnessed that game understood that the essence of magic duel is still numbers - as long as your fireball is big enough.

The dean and tutors were all alarmed at the time. The students were fortunate enough to witness the dean performing magic himself. Later, even people from the Ministry of Magic came.

The Duel Masters Tournament was forced to end, and the student who took out the magic scroll was strictly investigated. Some people suspected that he was a black magician sent to destroy the academy.

Black magician is the academy's general term for those who use elemental magic for evil.

However, the results of the investigation were bizarre, as experts from the Ministry of Magic confirmed that the participating student had no connection with the black magic organization. Not only that, after expert inspection, the magic scroll he used in the competition was the most basic fireball spell - this was the result of a technical judgment.

Of course, the reality is that no one would identify a "sun" covering the entire arena as a fireball spell. So "Who is Lao Sen" became the focus of discussion among students and teachers.

No one knew where this elemental reshaper who used fireball magic as meteorite magic came from. He was definitely not a graduate of the academy. This question continued until the turmoil in the imperial capital ended and the identity of this mysterious elemental reshaper was finally made public.

A kind and amiable man, a good friend of everyone, Lao Sen.

This is the general impression of Lao Sen held by the people of the imperial capital, but for the academy, he has another more important identity—a student of Winter.

That's probably the only one who has mastered the theory of winter.

Without Ethan's knowledge, he used a fireball scroll to change the glorious tradition of the academy that had been passed down for thousands of years. His name was included in the new rules of various academy competitions. In all competitions involving magic scrolls, an additional rule was added that excluded "Lao Sen's Magic Scroll Shop."

But now it's not a competition, but a war between the Mole Club and the "Dark Lord" Franky.

Using Lao Sen's magic scroll shop as a backup energy source should be allowed.

But some students who witnessed the duel a few months ago expressed concerns, "Are you trying to tear down the school? And it will cause a lot of casualties, right?"

Although they disliked Franky and his lackeys, they did not want anyone to get hurt.

The "sun" that lit up the sky of the academy a few months ago still makes many people feel frightened. If the dean and many mentors had not taken action together to make that "sun" fall on the duel arena, the consequences would have been disastrous.

"In fact, the Old Sen Magic Scroll Shop has undergone many reforms and has now officially changed into a Magic Technology Shop."

The noble girl clenched her fists. She was full of fighting spirit. She had been paying close attention to this magical magic scroll shop. "The shop has launched many interesting and practical magic props. We can also customize some practical magic scrolls based on the magic recorded in the book. This will definitely catch those people in the discipline department off guard!"

"So, you are a regular customer of that store?"

The young man was a little surprised.

"My father has a card there and ordered two electric wheelchairs from the Magic Technology Store. They are very useful."

"I can help."

Rowena found the right moment and took out a card from a magic technology store. "I happen to know a magician who has a contract with that store. I can help you make the connection."

"really?"

The noble girl immediately showed an admiring look, she was from the Empire and had heard many legendary stories about Lao Sen when she returned home. She believed that the magician who could sign a contract with the Magic Technology Store must be a top-notch magician. She didn't expect that this new member actually knew such a big shot.

Even her father didn't have the opportunity to communicate face to face with the store's contracted master.

"of course."

"Um, Nana, can you tell me what kind of person the great magician is?"

You've asked the right person!

Rowena was immediately overjoyed and couldn't help but raise her neck. Fortunately, her smiling mask concealed her increasingly smug expression. "First of all, she is a beautiful woman with stunning looks, that's for sure. Secondly, she is unparalleled in the field of magic. She is the only great magician who has been promoted to a saint in thousands of years. She is no less talented than Winter. But most importantly, she is chic and romantic, and her romantic history can fill several books!"

The students looked at each other in bewilderment, and the noble girl's admiration seemed to have froze on her face.

"What? You don't believe it?"

"Believe."

only……

A romantic history that is so cool and elegant that it can fill several books?

Such an evaluation seemed somewhat inconsistent with the mysterious and powerful grand magician they imagined.

"Anyway, all you have to do is make a list of the magic scrolls you need to be customized and give it to me!"

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Meanwhile, on the other side.

Franky held a lantern emitting a faint blue light in his hand and stood in front of the tangled tree roots, chanting a spell. The dark and ancient vines slowly retreated in front of him, revealing an ancient passage buried underneath. A pungent musty smell emerged from the depths of the darkness.

Without hesitation, he walked quickly into the depths of darkness.

This secret passage has not been walked by anyone for thousands of years, which dates back to the First Era, when the disaster of demon addiction had not yet broken out.

A faint blue light illuminated the way forward for him, and a faint echo seemed to linger in the depths of the darkness.

The road behind him was blocked, and the roots covered the passage again. Everything returned to normal, as if he had never been there.

Almost no one knows that he was once a member of the Mole Club, and this passage was discovered by him accidentally during an "adventure". At that time, he imitated Winter and broke into the restricted book area but triggered the alarm. He was "hunted down" here by his mentor who rushed over after hearing the news, and accidentally fell into this pit while hiding.

The space in the pit is surprisingly large, like an underground maze. From the layout of the maze, one can vaguely see that many people have lived here. The simply divided space usually has a simple bed and then a bookshelf to store important research results.

However, all the research results were destroyed.

At the end of the First Era, the Dean of the College made a difficult decision.

In order to curb their magic addiction, they had to destroy the magic network and all research materials related to the magic network. They were regarded as forbidden knowledge. Anyone who came into contact with this forbidden knowledge without authorization would drown in the endless thirst for magic.

And here is the residence where the people of the First Age studied the magic network. They lived in seclusion, reduced their demands for material life to a minimum, and devoted everything they had to magic.

This is another secret buried in the academy. Even the instructors in the academy seem to be unaware of the existence of this maze.

Even if they knew, they were strictly prohibited from entering.

Therefore, the Mole Club must be abolished, otherwise, sooner or later there will be students who accidentally discover the existence of the maze like him.

Just recently, something unusual happened deep in the maze.

A faint echo, and... an irresistible desire for forbidden knowledge!

Franky's eyes became firmer. The tragedy of the First Era must not be repeated. However, abolishing the Mole Club was much more difficult than he had imagined.

Evil winter, evil test. When he tried to return to the club as a teacher, he was rejected by the door.

The door seemed to see through his heart, knowing that his thoughts were no longer pure and that he came with bad intentions.

Franky later searched almost the entire academy library, but still couldn't find out what spell Winter used, let alone how to crack it.

genius?

No, he had every reason to suspect that Winter had been here.

Not only had she been here, but she had also been exposed to the forbidden knowledge, which well explained her achievements in elemental shaping magic.

Thinking of this, Franky deliberately increased the sound of his footsteps. He followed the direction of the echo and said coldly, "I've seen you, don't hide."

What responded to him was naturally dead silence, and even the echoes stopped for a moment.

"Violating school rules and trespassing into restricted areas is an aggravated crime."

Franky said as he walked deeper into the maze, "Not even your family can save you this time."

The thin figure hiding in the darkness huddled into a ball as if under stress.

what to do? what to do? what to do?
The student wearing the ball mask had cold hands and feet. He could hear footsteps getting closer and closer to him, and saw flickering lights not far away. It wouldn't take long for Professor Franky to pull him out of the darkness.

"Stupid, self-righteous, and disregarding school rules and regulations."

Franky counted the students' crimes as he walked.

Only members of the Mole Club would be foolish enough to break into a place like this just to satisfy their idle curiosity. He sensed the presence of a figure, and whoever the student hiding here was, his hiding skills were not very good.

His breathing and the chaos of his restless magic gave away his location.

In the blink of an eye, Franky had walked to the student's side and held out the dimly glowing lantern in front of him, illuminating the student's face.

"Now, let me—"

Franky had already drawn up all the school rules that students violated, and of course there was a long list of punishments. However, when he saw the mask and frightened eyes on the boy's face, his slightly arrogant tone came to an abrupt end.

The fear in the students' eyes was transferred to him.

In an instant, thousands of thoughts flooded Franky's mind. He had never stopped learning over the years, but no magic could explain what he was seeing now.

He saw himself.

To be more precise, it was myself who accidentally entered the maze several years ago while trying to avoid the teacher.

(End of this chapter)