He took the script of an exorcism legend, but became the number one anti-fraud expert.

Moonstone City, Sva Academy

The venue for the theoretical defense of graduating exorcism students.

"...Therefore, based on the above research, I conclude that the existence of the Great Cold Wave not only serves to repel invasions from extraterrestrial races; but also, with 37 years remaining until the hatching of the Demon Egg, the power it releases during this period can supply the underground caves with massive amounts of energy, preventing evil spirits from roaming the surface due to a lack of energy supply; more importantly, the extremely low temperatures of the Great Cold Wave each winter will reduce the appearance of evil spirits, creating safe living conditions for the residents of Windhowl Town, Tias Town, and the surrounding 21 villages..."

Thank you for your patience, professors. This is the result of my research on "The Objective Impact Mechanism and Utilization of the Large Cold Wave Effect on the Environment Based on the Release of Power by the Otherworldly Demons." I welcome your feedback.

After a brief round of applause, the professors exchanged glances and smiled.

"Yes, the research is very thorough. However, regarding the hatching time of the alien demon eggs... 37 years seems inaccurate. To be precise, it's been less than 2 years. Your supporting literature needs further refinement."

The student who had just given the presentation paused for a moment, then quickly replied, "Oh, okay, Professor, I'm sorry, I'll check it again."

Another professor added, "Overall, the research is acceptable. I suggest adding more details about the evil spirits' energy replenishment activities; otherwise, how can you prove that a cold wave can restrict the activities of evil spirits on the ground?"

"Okay, Professor, I'll add it later."

"..."

After several professors exchanged compliments and praises, the most senior-looking, white-haired, bespectacled professor sighed.

After he sighed, everyone sat up straight and fell silent.

He was Shuen Bergz, the dean of Svalbard College, and the speaker on the stage was his student.

"Daphne, please carefully review and revise the comments the professors gave you. There are too many flaws in your research, but as a graduation thesis, your analytical skills are still acceptable. So, as your advisor, I will give your theoretical research a passing grade."

"Thank you, Professor!"

Upon hearing this, Daphne stuck out her tongue and smiled.

It is said that strict teachers produce outstanding students. Professor Bergz's statement that there are too many flaws is clearly an attempt to appear humble in front of other professors.

It took me several sleepless nights to finish this, after all. Others spent three years on research, and I completed it in half a month. There are bound to be flaws, but I'm definitely a beautiful little genius! I'm going to study at the Exorcism Association in the future!

"Professor Bergz has really taken on a good student. Daphne has advanced to LV1 Apprentice in just three years. Given time, she will definitely reach LV2 Vanguard level."

Daphne bowed again, smiling repeatedly at the professor in the first row: "Thank you for the compliment, Professor."

Just as Daphne was about to step down from the podium...

"Hmph, when did Sva Academy become like Saint Bias Academy, an organization that openly engages in research fraud? If I had produced such research back then, Sva Academy would probably have lost its royal-certified top-tier exorcism academy status, right?"

"..."

The moment the woman spoke, the atmosphere in the entire conference room froze, and everyone gasped.

The previously peaceful academic atmosphere immediately turned serious, and the other professors all turned their attention to Professor Bergtz.

Without exception, none of them dared to turn around and meet the eyes of the person who was speaking.

Everyone knows who this person is, and understands that besides her, who else would dare to speak so rudely to Bergtz's students?

Daphne's face turned ashen, but she still managed a smile: "The professor is right, I still have a lot of room for improvement. I will revise it carefully based on the professors' suggestions..."

"What's there to revise? The entire study is flawed from beginning to end—the analysis is wrong, the research topic is wrong, the conclusions are wrong—is there any need to revise it?"

"..."

Daphne couldn't help but frown as she looked at the rather attractive woman sitting in the back row of the conference room.

Logically speaking, only qualified people should sit in the front row. What right does an expert sitting in the back have to speak so arrogantly...?

However, as a student, she suppressed the urge to argue. Although she had lost face, graduation was the most important thing.

"What? You're not convinced?"

"No..." Daphne clenched her teeth and lowered her head.

Have you ever been to Windhowl Town?

"without....."

Daphne looked at Professor Bergz with pleading eyes, hoping he would step in and smooth things over, but he remained silent, his face stiff...

"You've never been to Windhowl Town, nor conducted any on-site investigation, yet you've concluded that the great cold wave can alleviate the invasion of evil spirits? Don't you know that the great cold wave not only exacerbates the activity of evil spirits but also causes the residents of Windhowl Town to freeze and starve to death, living in dire straits? Do you know how much misleading a study so severely lacking in authenticity will be to those fools in Hamlet's City-State?"

"..."

"Oh, that's true. The higher-ups would be very happy to see this conclusion, since then they wouldn't need to allocate funds to support Windhowl Town, right?"

Roland picked up the research report and looked at the reporter's name: "Daphne...Miss Newman, so you're the daughter of the highest-ranking security commander in the city center, right?"

Daphne beamed with joy upon hearing the other person introduce herself.

The other party must not know my background to say these things, that must be it, otherwise who would openly disobey the child of a high-ranking person?

However......

"Go back and tell your father that Roland made his daughter delay her graduation because she failed her research."

No professors objected to this statement.

Seeing this, Daphne grew anxious. She looked at Professor Bergz without saying a word, and finally couldn't help but retort:

"Madam, as a student, you are welcome to offer suggestions if your research has shortcomings, but the dean has already said I can pass it, so why should you..."

"On what grounds? Because you didn't do any serious investigation or research, all your research is superficial and useless, all the literature is outdated, and I don't even know why the old man doesn't supervise your research progress..."

An old man? How dare they call Professor Bergz, the honorary dean of Hamlet, an old man?

Daphne picked up her report and said righteously, "Madam, please look carefully. My document is the 'Exorcism Manual,' a document with royal authority certification. Before you speak, perhaps you should..."

"The Exorcism Manual... Hmph, that was written six years ago. Six years ago, the demon's egg had not yet released its demonic power, nor was there a great cold wave. The 37-year incubation period was also a misjudgment from before."

Daphne froze, immediately falling silent. She quickly picked up the "Exorcism Manual" from the side and flipped to the author's section.

Roland's name was prominently listed alone, Roland... Roland Hanover?!

Daphne's hands went weak, and she dared not look up.

Just moments ago I was smugly pleased with my sheriff father's reputation, but then I thought back to this lady...

She's royalty! A legitimate member of the royal family, while my father is worlds apart from her!

Got it!

Daphne's hands were trembling, partly because her graduation was just around the corner, and she was furious!

On the other hand... she couldn't afford to offend Professor Roland; his reputation was known throughout the entire Federation.

She is a true hero, standing shoulder to shoulder with the dean!

Outside the conference room door,

Several students surrounded the crying Daphne and offered words of comfort.

"Roland..." Professor Bergtz frowned, looking at Roland's cold face, hesitated, and finally sighed: "Sigh... I'll think about how to explain this to the Newman family."

"A sheriff has made you so pent up, old man, you're really getting old."

"Things have changed. There are more and more cults in Moonstone City. We only have the right to exorcise demons. To deal with humans, we still need the help of the sheriff."

Roland looked at Professor Bergz, whose face was so thin it was practically skin and bones, and thought about the contributions he had made to Moonstone City over the years, and sighed as well.

"Old man, you should get some rest. If the world is going to end, no matter how much you do, it won't make a difference."

Take this report back. Just pretend I was never here. If you don't want to embarrass the students in the future, don't involve me in these kinds of things again. You know I'm very busy.

After saying this, Roland handed the ridiculously poor research report to Professor Bergtz, then turned and left.

Watching Roland's retreating figure, Professor Bergtz shook his head helplessly.

Back at Cambridge School

Roland sat dejectedly in her study chair, removing the pendant from her neck. She firmly believed that her divination skills were flawless.

It's unlikely that a poorly researched study like the one mentioned earlier would mislead one into making a wrong judgment.

but.....

Roland took a deep breath and murmured a spell.

As I closed my eyes and concentrated, I felt a pulling sensation in my fingers again.

She nervously opened her eyes, only to see...

The cylindrical crystal on the pendant pointed again at the money bag on the corner of the table, and the pulling sensation was extremely strong!

Damn it!

Even in his mind, Roland was frustrated that he had actually sworn.

She covered her mouth and closed her eyes tightly.

No!

I have to go again.

Otherwise, we would have no way of knowing what actually happened.

But in what capacity should we go?

The bookstore owner thought, "No, I've run out of things to say to that idiot mayor."

If I go there dressed like this, those ignorant and unsophisticated people will definitely harass me, and if I attack the townspeople, it will cause a lot of trouble.

Thinking about this, Roland rubbed the ring on his hand, pondered for a moment, and came up with a rough idea.

So she stood up, pushed open the door, and silently recited in her mind:

Windhowl Town... Is Benjamin really dead or just faking it?!