Wizard: I use my omniscience to interpret the truth.

After glancing at everyone and lingering for a few moments on the imprisoned family wizards, Conrad finally spoke again.

"I've already said all I need to say, and you should already have your answers, so I won't say anything more."

"As for this trial..."

At this point, Conrad paused slightly, glanced at the images on the crystal screen, and watched the students fighting for an item or a piece of flesh before speaking again.

"Once all these items have been taken away, it will be over, and it will be your turn to enter."

"And what you need to do is to wipe out all the insects that have been attracted, and, based on the information Lucius provided, to catch those rats hiding in the gutter one by one."

"I'm sure you can do these things."

Upon hearing this, the faculty members present nodded in agreement and patted their chests in assurance.

"Don't worry, Vice Dean, we'll handle these matters perfectly!"

"I've wanted to get rid of those rats in the sewers for a long time, but they're so good at hiding. This time, I'm determined to catch them all!"

"......."

Hearing everyone's assurances, Conrad didn't say anything more, just nodded, his gaze fixed on the crystal screen.

Conrad looked at the students fighting and struggling, and felt a sense of emotion.

"After these series of trials, those extreme apprentices and other trainees should have made significant progress."

"If things go as the dean plans, the results of the next few competitions should be very good. Let's hope nothing unexpected happens again!"

"Otherwise, it would be embarrassing to invest so much manpower and resources only to end up with nothing."

As Conrad fell silent, the arena quieted down and returned to its previous state.

.......

"Cial, is this the residence of the person you mentioned?"

A man with shifty eyes, dry, yellow hair, and somewhat unfocused gaze looked at his companion, Charles, who was squatting to the side, and asked a question.

This man named Charles had an ordinary appearance, a pale complexion, and a somewhat thin body, clearly the result of long-term starvation.

Upon hearing his companion's words, a hint of uncertainty flashed across Charles's face as he peeked out.

He pulled his head back, looked at the shifty-eyed man beside him, and nodded firmly.

"Yaze, yes, you've got it right, this is the place. My brother told me that the guy inside never blinks when he asks my brother to buy something and takes out his money."

"Besides, you have no idea, that guy has such delicate skin, even more delicate than the village chief's daughter in our village. It feels like you could squeeze water out of it if you pinched it!"

Upon hearing this, Yaze's face scrunched up, his expression becoming indescribable.

"So you're saying you just heard everything from your brother? You've never seen it with your own eyes?!"

When asked about Azer's question, Sharl waved his hand dismissively.

"What's the difference? My brother wouldn't lie to me, so what he saw is what I saw."

Veins bulged on Yaze's forehead as he gritted his teeth and said, "Sharl, we didn't come for the money. We came to find pure souls to offer as sacrifices to the gods!"

"How can you judge the purity of a person's soul if you haven't seen it with your own eyes? Just because he's rich?!"

Upon hearing this, Charles looked at Yaze with a puzzled expression: "Isn't it like this? If you have money, you don't have to work so hard every day like us. You can just enjoy yourself. Wouldn't that make your soul impure?"

"Furthermore, the reason we seek out sacrifices to offer to the gods in exchange for power is ultimately for money."

"Now all we need to do is use the power bestowed by the gods to rob that person, and then we'll have money. Wouldn't that directly achieve our goal?"

Upon hearing this, Yaze's expression turned strange.

He couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong with Charles's words, but something just felt off.

But when he looked at the residence, he knew what was wrong.

Yaze pointed to a house not far from them, made of stone and wood with a thatched roof, and asked.

"Cial, tell me, can people living in houses like this really be considered wealthy?!"

"This house only looks slightly better than our thatched hut!"

Charles, however, stubbornly insisted, "Anyway, my brother said this family is super rich, and my brother wouldn't lie to me!"

Yaze was on the verge of a breakdown: "Stop calling him 'brother,' is he always right? Can't he be wrong?!"

Ciel: "My brother is always right, he wouldn't lie to me!"

Yaze: "Fuck you!!!"

"I can vouch for what his brother said."

Just as Yaze couldn't help but swear, a clear voice rang out above their heads.

Upon hearing this voice, Yaze froze instantly, and cold sweat began to pour from his body.

As for Charles, the stubbornness on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a bright smile full of pride.

"Ya Ze, see? He said my brother was right. My brother wouldn't lie to me. Do you believe him now?"

Upon hearing Charles's words, Yaze felt an urge to kill him and said through gritted teeth.

"Ciel, look who's talking! I'm utterly speechless!"

Charles looked up.

At this moment, standing on the mound of earth above the two of them was a boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a long black robe that covered his entire body.

Upon seeing the boy for the first time, a look of amazement flashed in Ciel's eyes.

How can someone be so good-looking? This person is even more beautiful than the actors he saw when he worked at the theater.

The boy smiled when he saw Ciel looking over.

At the same time, the boy asked, "Can you tell me what you mean by the god you just mentioned, the search for people with pure souls, and the sacrifices?"

The young man speaking was none other than Byron, who had found a suitable village near the city to live in in order to avoid trouble.

As for why he came out, it was because he had recently received a message from his mentor, Isolde.

They said that the rebellion around the academy had been completely quelled and that they could begin their return journey.

Hearing this, Byron was overjoyed.

After all, although there are no constraints outside and no need to worry about others noticing anything unusual about them, but...

When you encounter problems outside, there's no one to help you solve them, and you have to be constantly on guard against unexpected events, making it impossible to fully immerse yourself in anything, and there's no new knowledge to learn...

So, after being away from home for so long, Byron really missed the college.

Therefore, Byron did not hesitate and immediately packed his things to head to the college.

They happened to run into the two people hiding in the ditch, whispering to each other.