Gumai City, Bran Empire Civilian Academy.

There is nothing to say about the former. An ordinary city in the north has no characteristics, neither large nor small in scale, and is moderate and plain.

As for the Bran Empire Civilian Academy, this is a rather strange thing. Because in the Bran Millennium National History, there is only the saying of the aristocratic Academy. Have you ever heard of the title of the civilian Academy? But if you change the original name of the academy, it would be easier to understand. In fact, half a year ago, it did have another widely circulated name - Shuguang Civilian Academy!

As we all know, this is a new thing founded by the Gray Clothes Army during a long struggle and negotiation with the Bran Empire. However, after the Gray Clothes Army was defined as the rioters and rushed to the barren land deep in the 100,000 mountains, the name of the academy, determined by the bandit leader himself, naturally changed accordingly.

Of course, the Bran Empire had thought of destroying these civilian academies and completely clearing away the traces of the gray-clothed rebels.

But then I thought about it, if this academy, which was spread all over the city and had a lot of manpower and material resources, was demolished immediately within a few months of opening, it would be a slap in the face no matter how you look at it! And if you really do this, the public grievances caused will be a big problem...

After discussion, the Bran Empire simply took over a magpie's nest. The academy can be retained, but its reputation must be attributed to the empire. After all, this thing is indeed a good thing from a general perspective and plays a great role in stabilizing the people of the empire...

Stabilize the people’s hearts! At least in the eyes of the big names of Bran Wangting, this is enough. However, it is inevitable that there will be some complaints about the actual money and people spending a lot of effort to build the various urban institutions of the academy.

You should know that this money is not just a one-time investment. Subsequent textbook losses, supporting facilities and buildings, etc. The money still has to be borne by the finances of each city. This means that the money for other administrative agencies has become less. The money that was able to greed before will naturally decrease accordingly...

But then, when those people who dreamed that their children could have a decent identity and would not inherit their desperate life when they grew up, gritted their teeth and paid for their drinking, their living expenses for several months, and saved money to marry their children in the future... and brought the college with both hands, most of them entered the financial system, and quickly filled the vault, the big people in the city were shocked.

The big contrast - I thought it was a business that lost money and made a lot of money, but I didn’t expect it to be a rooster who could lay golden eggs!

There is a trick! There is definitely a trick!

With the change of concepts, the attitude of senior executives to civilian colleges in various cities changed instantly, and changed their past ignorance and enthusiastically discussed whether to change the cool signboard? Let’s go to the newspaper to promote it? The most important thing is whether the tuition fee should be increased a little more? Then build several colleges...

Of course, these are not the key points at the moment. The key point is that as the setting sun in the West gradually dyes the sunset in the sky, a group of hundreds of people quickly gathered in front of this rooster that lays golden eggs.

The clothes were very mixed, both young and old, and there was no evil appearance. However, the guard who was reading newspapers in the cottage next to the door looked up through the crystal glass and looked at the various weapons hanging around the waists of these people. He couldn't help but put down the newspapers in his hands and subconsciously touched the wooden stick that was instructing students. He paused, and then touched the iron stick beside him, vaguely feeling that the group of people came from was not kind!

"Three walls and one ditch, the venue is big enough. This is simply a natural place to fight... I decided, let's just do it!" In front of the crowd, a young man holding a big sword looked around casually, and his eyes finally swept over the gilded big words "Bran Empire Civilian Academy", nodded, and said so.

"Uh...here? Imperial Civilian Academy?" An old man in a luxurious robe who looked like a rich man opened his mouth and walked out, looking very hesitant, "Do you want to think about it again, Rhodes? If things are made big here, the impact will not be good."

"Influence? Haha... It's okay! If things don't make a big deal, how can Tang En know to come here?" The young man waved his hand casually, looked up and down at the high iron gate of the academy, licked his lips, and walked up and down with his big sword.

At this moment, "Who are you? What are you here for?" The sturdy guard rushed out of the cottage with a tight iron rod in his hand, shouting loudly with a little vigilance and fear.

However, the young man suddenly didn't hear it. Instead, he raised the sword in his hand three feet away, "Uh, what do you want to do... Where are you doing? The Shuangdao will be Qingyi Gang? I warn you, this is the Imperial Civilian Academy, and the great people attach great importance to it. The Guard Office is personally guarding it, don't do anything randomly..."

Before the doorman who seemed to be chaotic finished speaking threateningly, the young man suddenly stepped on his sword and sniffed... A golden and silver sword light appeared out of thin air, and then directly crossed three meters away and hit the center of the towering iron gate.

Boom... Rumble...

The fighting light exploded, and the towering iron door swayed for a moment, and immediately fell down like a mountain of gold and jade pillars, causing the earth to tremble slightly and dust to splatter.

Carrying the big sword, the young man tilted his head and touched his earlobe, stepped on the iron gate and walked straight into the yard. When he passed by the doorman with a stunned look on his face, he paused and turned around: "Lao Jia, how can you get to the dean's office?"

"Let's go..." As the trembling words sounded, bang! The iron rod fell to the ground and rolled twice without force...

Needless to say, these people are naturally Rhodes, Byron and others who came for Don Eun.

Since the temple does not know where Tang En is hiding now, they can roughly circle the scope through the traces of riots among believers.

Because the time to complete the task was extremely urgent, Rod and others naturally could not waste their time on searches. As soon as they entered the edge of this area, that is, Gumai City, they simply stopped to find the secret intelligence agency of the Gray-Clothed Army.

It has to be said that in order to successfully clear the root cause of the turmoil this time, the temple sent out quite a lot of experts. This naturally also included good people who tracked and investigated the news. With the means of coercion or temptation, they quickly determined the location of the secret agency from various channels in the city. Then, with the strength of Rhodes and others, they naturally successfully captured the people inside without any effort.

Then the team dispersed and moved around several cities, naturally arresting some people. Until the evening gathered in Gumai City, Rhode chose the current civilian academy as the place of battle...

A series of actions were like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, and there was no chance for outsiders to react at all. Although Rhodes looked a little crazy, many of the methods were extremely cold and decisive.

...

"Who. The explosion crystal we brought, buried it here at the main entrance. Just bury it a little on the other three walls. Whoever steps on them will be unlucky... Don't be idle either. You are not a magician. It shouldn't be a problem to get a few magic traps... Oh, you are clumsy, it's better to use your own people... Forget it, forget it. Let's go in and clear the rest of the people..."

Amid Rhode's carefree shouts, hundreds of people quickly divided into many teams and scattered, with clear division of labor, and built a defensive net based on the academy terrain. It can be said that, except for Bishops such as Byron, even ordinary Knights of Light are perfect players.

"Wait!" Just as Rhodes walked towards the courtyard with his big sword, the old white-bearded bishop hurriedly grabbed him, "Now, lay a trap here? Then how can those students in this college go out later?"

"Go out? Why go out?" Rod turned his head in shock and looked at him with an idiot's eyes, "Don't you think such a destined classic battle would be boring without the audience?"

"Uh?" The old man with white beard was stunned when he heard this, and opened his mouth, "You, you, you... you are making a fool of yourself!" He roared with a blue expression, "You know very well that once a master fights, a random fighting spirit overflows, it can cause countless casualties. Do you think the Temple is carrying this huge crime and countless infamous because of you?"

He shrugged indifferently, "In fact, now the temple is carrying such a huge crime, and you are the ones who are infamously infamous! Aren't you?" He curled his lips, and Rhode easily pulled away the old man's pull, turned around and left, muttering, "I want to be a bad person, but I want to be a good person... Bah! If it is bad, it will be extremely bad. I still respect you as a character. But I still want to set up a archway, hesitate and shrink, and I will be destined to have no future in this life!"

The murmur was not loud, but it was enough for people around to hear it clearly, "You..." the old man with white beard trembled and pointed, and his old face instantly turned red, as if he could vomit blood in the next moment.

Seeing this, Byron shook his head, stepped forward and patted the old man on the shoulder: "Forget it, don't be as knowledgeable as this guy. And... Well, with our current situation, we really don't need to think too much."

The old man with white beard opened his lips a few times when he heard this, and finally turned into a sigh of depression and sighed softly, unable to put down his arms.

That's the fact. If you can't kill Tang En within one week, you can imagine the result of waiting for them. In this way, there is really no need to think too much now...

After the small episode, Rhodes and his group walked in the academy, walking towards the pointed roof not far away, which was the Theology Hall. According to the guard, the dean was not in the dean's room at this time, but was leading the students to pray in the evening.

It should be because of this reason that, looking around, there are almost no people in this huge college, and it looks very quiet.

Walking and stopping, touching the earlobe habitually, Rhode seemed very interested in the structure of the academy. From time to time, he pushed open the wooden door beside him and looked inside, and the studio where rows of easels are placed, the study room where tables and chairs are neatly arranged, and the etiquette room where mirrors are hung on the entire wall...

Of course, it is more outdoor learning places. For example, the wide circular horse farm, the archer training ground with a row of archer targets, the martial arts training ground where various weapons are placed, and the red tiles library with a corner faintly popping up in the distance...

Judging from the scale of the facilities, this place is naturally not as good as the aristocratic college in the city. But don’t forget that this place is just a civilian college, it is just a civilian learning place that has officially appeared for thousands of years. Therefore, such configuration has actually exceeded everyone’s expectations.

Of course, this is also related to the standard specifications given by the Gray-Clothed Army at the beginning of the establishment of the academy. Otherwise, if each city was allowed to build itself, it would be a slum that would be a slum...

He smacked his lips, "Tsk tsk, it's such an interesting place, the boring Knight Hall of the Temple... I've said a long time ago that only knows that practicing alone has no future, and most of the people cultivated are wasteful people with high strength and low IQ!" Looking around, Rhode shook his head and suddenly sighed with great interest.

"Hmph!" Although it seemed like it was a Knight Hall, Byron and the others beside him felt awkward and harsh no matter how they heard it, as if they were insulted in person.

Before the attack occurred, "Hey, who are you?" A middle-aged man in a scholar's robe turned around in the corridor in front. He was full of books and looked like a teacher or something.

"Good evening, teacher." Rhode looked up and waved his hand with a bright smile, "Haha, I respect the teacher the most and like to deal with educated people the most."

"Uh...I'm just a book administrator..."

"This is not the point. Just be educated when reading books frequently. Hum, I'll ask, is this theology hall?"

Nodded subconsciously. "Yes..."

"Ha, thank you, I'll treat you to dinner someday." With his hands raised, Rhode passed by the middle-aged man, and in front of him was the building with a pointed roof, covering a wide area.

"Uh, no need... Wait, who are you?"

When he came to his senses, the middle-aged man looked at the dozens of people carrying various weapons in front of him, and finally realized something was wrong. But at this moment, a big man walked past him without expression, and knocked the book administrator out of his hand with a knife in his hand.

"Don't... Oh, why do you say hello? You should respect cultural people. One by one, the God of Light is helpless..." He turned his lips and turned around, and Rhode pushed open the thick red-brown door in front of him, stepped in one step, and then he paused.

"...... In countless nights, I paint you with stars, and your tolerance and love accompany me to keep dreams. In my singing, I praise you with notes, and your wise sages have made me clear about God's grace. The most beautiful time of this life is to know you, my Lord, God the Father..."

The soothing and gentle, yet solemn and elegant keys are drawn out like flowing water, echoing slowly in this towering and vast auditorium. On the left stairs, there are rows of boys and girls in black robes standing, holding their chests with their hands, with a pious expression, and singing the hymn of the God of Light together. The scene is spectacular and solemn.

Needless to say, this is naturally the evening prayer that the guards said. In fact, although theology was also opened here when the Civilian Academy was first established, it is naturally impossible to be too complicated and solemn with the nature of the gray-clothed army. In fact, most of them are just a formality, and there is a morning prayer on Sunday.

However, after Bran took over the college, the situation naturally could not be like this again. Theology has become a compulsory course for every student, and its importance is above all subjects, and various rituals appear accordingly, so there is the solemn evening prayer in front of you.

Unfortunately, Rhodes pushed the door too easily, and the creaking sound from the thick wooden door instantly inserted a trace of discord into this solemn scene. The smooth keys suddenly stopped, and even the neat hymns also appeared a little confused. Finally, the sound of the piano stopped. After a moment, the huge auditorium suddenly became silent.

Touching his earlobe, Rhode showed a few embarrassing expressions on his face, and he waved his hand: "Uh, sorry, I'm disturbing... Keep going, you guys continue..."

This situation naturally could not continue. The thin old man sitting behind the piano stood up, looked at Rhode who suddenly broke in and several figures carrying weapons behind him, and frowned slightly: "I am the president of this court, who is your Excellency?"

"I said I was just passing by, do you believe it?" Rubbed his eyebrows, Rod shook his head and walked into the auditorium, waved his hand to the young boy and girl who looked puzzled, "Hello everyone, I'm so sorry, uncle has disturbed you to sing praises... Well, in order to express his apology, will uncle take you to sing the next hymn intact?"

He walked to the shocked old dean, bowed politely, and pointed at the black piano behind him, "Can I borrow it?"

Subconsciously retreated, "When, of course."

"Thank you." Nodded with a smile, Rhode sat in front of the piano, and squinted his fingers and looked at the music score. He couldn't help but feel a little distressed, "Hey, I haven't touched this thing for many years, and I've forgotten it all... Forget it, let's do it, where did I sing just now. Oh, I remembered..."

This guy went crazy again... Byron and others who followed into the auditorium hall, saw this and couldn't help but twitch, their faces were covered in twitching.

As a clergy, the musical songs are naturally familiar, and the musical scores are easy to use. After all, before the official debut, these are compulsory courses. But when is this now? Are we here to kidnap? Even if we break the hymn, it will inevitably be a little embarrassed, but you don’t have to do it again in person! Can you do some serious work, bastard...

In all kinds of thoughts, "My Lord, God of Father... one, two, three, prepare, get up!" Ding dong dong, the slightly awkward piano sound mixed with a soft humming sound, "Please listen, listen to my call. And please mercy on me and answer me. I offend you unintentionally, you can forgive me. You can tolerate my mistakes..."

The piano music is indeed right, and the hymns are not wrong. Therefore, some students who were not sure of this still subconsciously opened their mouths, and the chorus sounded again. Then, as the old dean waved his hand and beat the rhythm, the uniform hymn before sounded again, and the scene became solemn and solemn again.

However, Byron and others were a little uneasy and funny. They were not crazy, so of course they would not be crazy with Rhodes. But under the current circumstances, it seemed abnormal that they didn't sing with them, and it was a lot... In the end, they had to watch Rhodes sing loudly, with an awkward and weird look!

The existence of these dissonances and harmony did not affect Rhodes. At this time, he was squinting his eyes and shook his head, playing the black and white keys casually, and his condition was getting better and better, and he was having fun.

"Oh, praise God, praise Your kindness, praise Your fraternity! Oh, believe in God..."
Chapter completed!