The goddesses attempted to gain my salvation.

Daniel took a small sip of his drink, his eyes lowered, lost in thought.

Although I don’t want to admit it.

However, Nelson is right.

Since Orina took office, among the four major warbands of the Knights of the Sun, only Fiona, the female leader of the Sword Knights, has been summoned.

Daniel could clearly feel that he was gradually being marginalized.

I believe it won't be long before he, like those old guys in the Vatican, is expelled from the Vatican.

It seems it's time to choose sides.

Byron held the wooden wine glass, his eyes filled with malice and ruthlessness.

"Couldn't that Orina be like the previous high priestesses, just being a figurehead, attending social events to make a good impression, and then making a smooth landing after her term ends?"

"Doesn't she know that there was once a high priest who also wanted to reform the papacy, but ended up being beheaded?"

After saying this, Byron downed the wine in his glass in one gulp and threw the glass aside.

"If she really decides to attack us, then it's her death day."

"Although I don't know how she broke through to seven circuits, even so, in the Church of Bysma, seven circuits are not enough for her to have absolute power."

The words fell.

From the darkness on one side, clear applause rang out. Then, a person wearing a long black robe and a hood emerged.

"Good evening, friends of the Knights of the Sun."

The robes were loose, making it impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

The sound has also been processed, giving it an ethereal quality.

Daniel immediately realized what was happening, drew his longsword from his waist, and became wary: "Who are you?!"

However, Nelson and Byron gestured for him not to be nervous.

Nelson took a brand new wine glass from his waist, filled it with hot wine, and handed it to the man in black.

“This is our friend.”

"He will bring us power that is enough to crush Orina."

The man in black smiled slightly.

At the same time, a man and a woman emerged from the shadows behind him.

They wore bodysuits made of a special material.

When they walk, they make not a sound.

Like a ghost.

The hands of these two people gleamed with a metallic sheen under the firelight.

Chapter 169 Freya's Longing for Life

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Chapter 170 The Talking Chair

Ryan explained the situation to Ziel.

Then, Ziel rested his chin on his hand and thought for a while.

"So, in five days, you'll have to leave the academy temporarily, and for a long time at that?"

Ryan nodded.

"So, I regret to inform you that I cannot accept your proposal."

"Furthermore, the official pardon has not yet been issued by Lady Orina. Strictly speaking, I am not yet a member of the Holy See. If I were to become your assistant at this time, it might cause controversy."

"Since you are going to carry out reforms in the academy, maintaining stability is the top priority at this stage. At this critical juncture, we must not create any unforeseen complications."

"There should be a more suitable candidate for the position of Dean's Assistant."

Although Ziel looks small, he has a certain presence when he gets serious.

With her slender legs crossed, her Martin boots swung up and down, and she inadvertently kicked the table a few times.

After thinking carefully for a while, Ziel spoke.

"Actually, I have considered this factor as well."

“Unlike the Vatican, the management here at the academy is actually quite relaxed. Even if you’re not a member of the Vatican, you can join the academy as an external hire.”

"In fact, I originally planned to invite you as an assistant on an external basis."

Ziel looked at Ryan intently.

"Although I still have doubts about your private behavior and character."

"However, from a competence standpoint, I don't think anyone else besides you is qualified for this position."

"So, I will still keep this position for you. Moreover, I will try to make your working hours more flexible. As for compensation, it will be determined based on your workload."

Surprisingly, Ziel was quite persistent.

At the same time, Ryan also became somewhat interested in Ziel and decided to ask her about it.

"Since you've put it this way, I can't refuse anymore."

"However, before taking office, I would like to ask a question first."

“Ms. Ziel, although you talk about reforming the academy’s system, have you ever thought about what kind of academy you envision?”

"What does reform mean to you?"

"After all, if you don't know anything, or even have a direction for the future, then my future work will be very difficult."

Ziel's eyes flickered, and he took a soft breath.

In fact, when Orina appointed her as the dean of the academy, she said that the purpose of the reform was to eliminate the old forces and support some new forces.

Most importantly, a group centered around Olina needs to be formed within the academy to provide her with a solid support for moving to the next stage.

In other words, the core of reform lies not in the system, but in eliminating dissidents and consolidating power.

However, after actually taking office, Ziel also had his own plans.

Earlier on the rooftop, watching the students' earnest expressions as they studied magic, Ziel recalled his own time as a student at the magic academy.

So, since reforms are necessary anyway, while completing the task assigned to her by Lady Orina, we should also improve the system so that the students can also benefit from it.

That's what she thinks.

"Please rest assured about this."

"I won't go into the specifics for now, as it's quite time-consuming, but the general direction has been determined."

"The magic academy of the future will be a fair and open platform where all students are treated equally and without discrimination. At the same time, the foundation of the magic academy will also undergo major changes."

"The old class system will become a thing of the past. From now on, there will only be attribute-based colleges corresponding to the seven major attributes."

"In addition to students, instructors will also have their own evaluation system. Incompetent people who just loaf around and those greedy individuals who only know how to make money will not be able to survive in the academy in the future."

After saying that, Ziel pushed a thick document in front of Ryan.

"This is the detailed plan for the reforms that I prepared before I took office."

"You can take it back and take a look."

"I think after you finish reading this, you should understand what I'm trying to do."

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Veranica and Daphne will need about three more days to free up their time.

Therefore, Ryan's departure date was set for the early morning of four days later.

In the days leading up to this, Ryan had been staying at home, reading the documents Ziel had given him.

It must be said that Ziel is a person who is easily misunderstood.

This misunderstanding stemmed from her youthful appearance, which made her look like a minor.

If you are familiar with Ziel, you will find that beneath her seemingly youthful appearance lies a heart that is insightful and determined.

Ryan could clearly sense this from the information she had given him.

She has her own ideas.

Perhaps this is the main reason why Orina trusts Ziel and appoints her as the dean of the academy.

night.

The candlelight flickered quietly, and only the sound of documents being turned echoed in the room.

However, the chair Ryan was sitting on seemed a bit unstable.

It was swaying slightly.

This affected Ryan's reading.

As Ryan flipped through the documents, he raised his right hand and slapped the chair hard.

The chair immediately emitted a pleasant sound.

"You couldn't even last an hour?"

"It seems you still have a long way to go before you become a qualified chair."

The chair writhed restlessly, its four legs barely able to support it. Drops of clear liquid slid down the two back legs and finally dripped onto the floor with a soft, pattering sound.

The weight on my back was making it difficult for the chair to support me. Pain kept radiating from where the chair legs touched the ground.

But the pleasure derived from obeying orders is even greater.

Finally, the chair could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground.

At that moment, Ryan stood up and closed Ziel's file.