Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

Just as the two were locked in fierce combat, a loud explosion suddenly rang in their ears:

"Stop it, all of you!!!"

Upon hearing this, the two men, who were exchanging blows and colliding violently, both stopped what they were doing, their eyes blank and at a loss.

Even those with slightly weaker mental strength had lines of bright red blood flowing from their eyes, noses, and ears.

It wasn't that the two of them didn't want to take advantage of this moment to kill, but simply because the mental impact contained in that voice had left them in a daze and completely unable to act.

Clearly, the owner of that voice understood what the two were thinking. Now that he knew, he couldn't leave them such an opportunity. That's why he had used that mental shock in his words just now, partly to stop the two from fighting, and partly to give these two guys who broke the academy's rules a profound lesson.

Otherwise, how can it serve as a warning to future generations?

If future students all follow the example of these two and act recklessly in the academy, then the Crimson Moon Tower will have no reason to exist.

Augustus kept thinking about how to minimize the impact of this incident.

That's right, the person who just spoke was him, Mr. Augustus, who was the successor to the vice dean.

Looking at the two people in front of him and sensing the fluctuations of their spiritual power, he immediately understood their identities and felt a headache coming on.

There was no way around it, because one was a newly recruited second-ring wizard's subordinate, and the other was a disciple of a third-ring wizard who was the vice dean of the academy. He couldn't afford to offend either side. But at this time, he definitely couldn't be a "non-stick pan." He had to make one of them pay the price no matter what.

This is based on his many years of experience in managing academic affairs within the college.

When both sides have backgrounds and identities that he cannot afford to offend, he must choose one side to side with, otherwise he will offend both sides, a consequence that a mere first-level wizard cannot bear.

Upon realizing this, Mr. Augustus immediately abandoned his previous unrealistic idea and instead looked at the two people in front of him with a serious gaze, his tone revealing an undeniable chilling authority:

"Tell me, what exactly happened? And let me tell you in advance, what happened today has had a terrible impact. You two must take responsibility for this and find a way to eliminate the subsequent effects, otherwise the patrol office building will probably be your residence for the next ten years."

Upon hearing Mr. Augustus's words, Ron's heart sank immediately:

It's not that I'm worried about being treated unfairly. If that were the case, that vice dean would really be too disrespectful. Does he really think that just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can bully the disciples of a third-ring wizard?

Even if this disciple is only a prospective disciple, he is not someone that anyone can bully.

The reason he was in a bad mood was simply because of today's unfortunate event and the subsequent consequences he needed to deal with.

You have to understand that his time is already limited. If this matter delays him further, his original plans will have to be readjusted, and his time will have to be compressed even more. Anyone would be in a bad mood if this happened to them.

In stark contrast to the boy was the man standing next to him, who had just fought him and was completely wrapped in a black robe and covered with a black cloth.

Upon hearing Augustus's words, the other person began to tremble uncontrollably.

Then, to the astonishment of the many formal wizards, the opponent suddenly turned into a pool of blood and ashes without warning, dissipating into the air without leaving even the slightest trace.

"Such methods..."

Ron's already grim expression turned even more unpleasant upon seeing this scene. He hadn't expected that the mastermind would dare to make a move at such a time, and even kill the person who made the move in front of many formal wizards of the academy.

Looking at the strange gazes around him, Ron knew that the mastermind's power was probably several times greater than he had imagined.

However, no matter what, she certainly can't compare to her own prospective teacher.

Otherwise, the other party wouldn't have resorted to such petty tricks to attack me directly. If the other party were even slightly stronger than my prospective teacher, such petty tricks wouldn't have been used in the first place.

It's about subtly assigning yourself a deadly task so that you can eliminate yourself without leaving any trace.

After all, who can be blamed for a mere apprentice dying on a mission?

Ron couldn't help but feel fortunate. He was fortunate that he had performed well in the assessment and had been accepted as a disciple by the vice dean. He was also fortunate that he had been staying in that old man's wizard tower these past few days, making others think that the two of them had a very good relationship.

However, this cannot continue. Since the other party dared to make a move immediately after he left the Crimson Tower, they probably already have the confidence to not be afraid of the old guy behind him.

And those who showed no fear of a third-ring wizard in the Tower of Red Moon must be the other vice-deans.

The thought naturally made Ron's heart even darker.

Although the other third-ring wizards would never lay a hand on a mere apprentice like himself, the mastermind behind the scenes had somehow managed to get close to him, so he no longer needed to fear his backer. This cast a dark cloud over his heart, which had been filled with joy from his previous gains.

While he was thinking about these things, the others present were also filled with mixed feelings, constantly pondering what might happen next.

Especially since these people are all leaders in their respective fields, what Ron can think of, those guys' smart brains can naturally think of as well. Although their information is much less than that of the paper, they can guess the general idea of ​​things without any problem.

Each of them looked at the boy not far in front of them with strange expressions. Their eyes, which were of various colors, revealed inquiries, curiosity, mockery, disdain, and even a faint worry about the future of the academy.

Oxdo stood before the crowd, watching the figure that had turned to ashes and vanished without a trace. The cold glint in his eyes flickered again and again. He hadn't expected the person behind the scenes to be so rampant, not even giving him the slightest bit of face, and attacking directly.

If he didn't know that the other party was no longer someone he could contend with, he would have gone to their door right now to demand an explanation.