Tasia sat in the bumpy carriage.

Before she could realize what was going on, she was "invited" from the house by these knights.

If they hadn't carried Lord Willard's handbook and the certificate issued by the school, which indicated that the matter was urgent, she might have mistakenly thought that these aggressive people were ill-behaved.

What did the members of the Lily Association suffer when they were out?

The handbook only states that Senior Raphael is seriously injured, and I don’t know how Chris and Wien are…

With a nervous mood, Tasia came to the Cathedral of the Saint-Lornes Capital.

A deacon was waiting at the door, and saw the carriage from afar and came up.

He nodded to the dismounted knights, and then spoke quickly to Tasia: "Miss Tasia! Bishop Willard has been waiting for a long time, please follow me."

Tasia was taken into the church in such a daze.

Bypassing one side of the prayer hall, walking through an extremely long corridor, crossing three particularly thick gates, and finally coming to a very simple secret room inside the church.

The high-magnification magic lamps divided into every corner shone the square room in a slight light. The moment he walked into the room, Tasia felt the extremely active elemental power.

If the vitality of the elements that existed in the outside world in the past was at room temperature, the room is now in a boiling state.

She couldn't help but be stunned and stopped there.

There were already many people in the room, including Patriarch Willard, Academy Chairman Harold, and some people he didn't know, who all looked at her when he heard the movement.

Everyone was staring at each other, including expectations, doubts, and dissatisfaction... and all the time.

Tasia suddenly reacted, lowered her head and slightly closed her skirt, and performed a regular etiquette.

“…is this kid?”

One of them asked coldly.

"Yes, I have confidence in her." Willard said with certainty.

"I heard it was a civilian? If something goes wrong..."

The man wanted to say something to threaten, but the following words were interrupted by Chairman Harold, impolitely: "If she doesn't take action, can you have a way to save Raphael?"

Harold was so choked that he couldn't speak. The man still had anger on his face, but he finally didn't say anything else.

"Child, don't be nervous," said Willard. "Just do it as you usually practice. The magic elements in this secret room are much more active than the outside world, and your magic effect can be enhanced to a certain extent."

"In addition, I will assist you from the side."

Willard's comfort made her feel a little more at ease.

She was suddenly dragged into such an emergency scene. She was indeed a little worried that if the treatment did not work, she would be held accountable...

However, since Bishop Willard is with him, then leave all those thoughts behind for the time being.

Just to thank him for his kindness for sponsoring his entry into Qingxi Academy was enough to give his all.

——No matter what his original intention is.

Making up his mind, Tasia walked forward and saw Raphael lying on the white hospital bed.

Instead of his usual arrogant appearance in front of the student union, his face was as pale as paper and his forehead was covered with sweat.

Even in a coma, I didn't seem to escape the pain.

Tasia gently raised her right hand and placed it at about ten centimeters above Raphael's head.

A holy white light as bright as the moonlight lit up in her palm.

Everyone present couldn't help but look slightly condensed, staring at the white light intently, as if they wanted to see something crucial secret from it.

Only the Academy Chairman Harold, who seemed to think this scene was a bit boring, yawned and then quietly left the door.

The deacon who was waiting at the door looked at him coming out alone, without showing any unexpected expressions.

"Mr. Harold, what instructions do you have?" he asked.

"Ah it's okay, I just take a look."

Harold answered casually without caring.

Meanwhile, his feet walked towards the darkness beside him.

"Mr. Harold!" the deacon called him, "This is the main place of our church, please do not walk around at will."

This person speaks sternly, but he is not a type that can be compatible at first glance.

Harold glanced at him unhappily.

"What? I am a guest of your Bishop Willard!" He emphasized righteously.

"Did you just use such a bad attitude to receive guests?"

"It is precisely because you are a guest that you should not insist on making such misunderstanding actions, so as not to destroy the friendship between the Bishop and you." The deacon replied in a humble and arrogant manner.

——It’s really hard for the people in the church to deal with.

Harold originally wanted to study the principle that this secret room can increase the activity of magic elements while others are not paying attention.

If I could copy it, I would also secretly make a few of them out in the school. Wouldn't that be better?

The people in the church have always cherished themselves, and they have hidden the "secrets" of their bigness, for fear that others will know about it. Unexpectedly, even an ordinary deacon would fully implement the style of the church.

After complaining hard in his heart, Harold said with a look of discomfort: "Then I'll go to the bathroom."

"Please follow me, the toilet is here."

The deacon reached out to try to lead him.

"Forget it!" Harold flatly refused, "I want to go to the square outside to get some breath, so stay here and continue to guard it!"

Without waiting for his answer, Harold waved his sleeves away.

There are many pigeons in the square outside the Cathedral of Saint-Lornes. During holidays, many tourists will bring their children to feed them.

Harold walked to a corner of the square, found an unoccupied wooden chair and sat down, silently watching the pigeons and children not far away.

After a while, another sneaky figure sat next to him holding a new thing that was very popular in the capital recently - newspaper.

"How is it?" The man covered his face tightly with newspaper, but his voice came clearly.

"I have been watching me all the time, and I can't study it carefully." Harold also lowered his voice and replied.

"Will you find a way to get them away?" The person behind the newspaper became a little impatient.

"Speak lightly!" Harold's tone began to become angry, "I am alone, how can I get away with it? If you have the ability, come in and help!"

Seeing that the two of them were about to start a big quarrel on the spot, another voice suddenly sounded behind them.

“Hey?”

"Teacher and Mr. Chairman, why are you two here?"

Time seemed to have stopped in an instant.
Chapter completed!