Alice and Willett looked at each other, and Willett took a step forward and said respectfully:

"Principal, we have something important to report to you."

Benson Adair did not speak, but nodded slightly to indicate to Brenda to continue speaking.

So, Willett used concise sentences to summarize what happened, and expressed his intention to capture the assassin and hand it over to the principal.

"You did a great job, little Alice. You were able to save the president at the critical moment and defeated the assassin. You are a formidable person. Where is the man in black robe?"

"Plop!"

There was only a deep muffled sound, and Alice over there was already taking the hat and dumping out a dark-looking man like a trash can.

The man was wrapped in a black robe and wore a pale mask. After being thrown to the ground, he remained motionless and fell into a deep sleep.

Little did he know that he had fallen into the hands of the headmaster of Credo School.

Alice's acting style was indeed as decisive as ever, and she was very skilled in knocking her unconscious.

Little did she know that in order to knock out the assassin, Alice even cracked a piece of his head.

After all, none of the opponents I faced before had such poor defensive capabilities. So if I didn’t pay attention, I used a little bit more force...

And with the control amplification of the gloves, even if the force used is not very great, the effect of the force can be maximized with the help of the gloves.

It's no problem at all to knock a rock away, it's easy.

And Alice can feel that the role of the black glove on her left hand goes beyond that... The power of control inside it guides Alice to more accurately control what she wants every time she uses her abilities.

The ability to hold.

Even if Alice takes off her gloves now, her control over strength, magical secrets, and agility are far beyond her previous control. Her understanding of her body and her own magical secrets is also clearer.

In the past, Alice's power would often get out of control accidentally.

Since wearing the gloves, the feeling of powerlessness of not being able to control my own strength has disappeared by about one-third.

You don't have to worry about the trouble caused by sudden loss of control, and you can also perform better in battle.

Alice looked at the man in black robe curled up on the ground. It was this guy who almost killed her in the illusion. If she hadn't arrived in time, Willett would also have died in the hands of this man.

This guy is very dangerous, so it's safer to leave him here with the principal.

"It's just that we couldn't catch their gang, the bad guy in the blood-red robe. He has the ability to read minds, and his strength is unknown. It's very likely that he hasn't left yet."

"Before, he planned to kidnap the assassin from me. But what I couldn't figure out was that before the official battle, he suddenly changed his attention and never appeared on the road again to stop us."

Alice put her finger on her lower lip in confusion and expressed her doubts to the principal and Willett.

"Perhaps his plan goes beyond that? Several lower-grade magic students have been attacked by explosions before, but none of them were directly killed."

Willett stretched out his hand to rub his temples and looked at the principal in the crystal cage.

Benson Adair had been listening carefully to the two young wizards expressing their opinions. He did not put on any pretense of being a principal. He looked like an ordinary senior, with a gentle and approachable expression.

"Here, you can rest assured that those with unknown intentions will not have any ability to kidnap the assassin. No matter how cunning and cunning they are, I am the real master in Clasenjotes."

The principal tapped the frame of the crystal cage a few times with his silver wand, and a pleasant sound flowed like music.

Although the surface is crystal clear and beautiful, in fact, it is a hundred times stronger than any steel stone.

"I have received all your opinions and questions. This place is not suitable for you to stay for a long time, so I will send you up now."

"Of course, what we are talking about today is a secret that only belongs to the three of us. Guard it well. President and little Alice, be sure to remember this agreement. The summoning competition is about to be held. I wish you good luck."

Alice and Willett expressed their understanding, and Alice leaned over and put the milk-split cat lying on the ground into her magic hat.

How are we going to go back this time? Should we continue riding [Whale Ride No. 037]?

Alice glanced at Willet and thought of the fried hair just now, and she felt like laughing. Although she knew that as a friend, it was a bit unkind to laugh like this.

Alice turned her head and looked back. The [Whale Rider No. 037] had disappeared into the darkness at some point...

"Don't worry, it's not a whale this time."

Benson Adair showed a rather mysterious smile, chanted a spell, and danced his wand in the air, drawing a smooth circle.

The light blue lines, like ripples on the water, gently rippled into a circle, enclosing Alice and Willett in the circle.

The circle suddenly touched, like a shriveled belly, and instantly turned into a round beer belly, turning into a fat ball.

It's like a bubble rising in water.

Alice and Willett looked out from inside the bubble. The principal looked like the depths and darkness of the seabed, but also emitted a bright and gentle light, which was somewhat blurred through the water bubbles.

It seems that he does not have an entity at all, but is a piece of human-shaped light.

The bright figure waved his hand gently, as if to say goodbye to them.

Then, Alice felt that this large aqua bubble suddenly had a surge of power, lifting herself and Brenda up to the top of her head at a very fast speed.

Alice and the others are like little fry hiding in bubbles, moving up in the endless dark sea. In the silent black, there seem to be thousands of lives spying on them in silence, but none of them have ever come close to the blue.

A little bit of bubbles.

A bubble in the deep sea is as small as an insignificant dust, and it seems that it will accidentally break in the turbulence at any time...

Alice curiously poked the surface of the magic bubble. Wherever her fingers touched, there were ripples and a "coo" sound.

This reminded Alice of Credo Academy, with those colorful owls that can be seen everywhere.

Is this really just a magic bubble? It would be more interesting if it were an owl-turned-bubble.

Just as he was thinking about this, the bubbles that were still intact were suddenly shaken up by a turbulent flow, so that Alice and Willett were forced to squeeze together like two pieces of toast, and the two people were spinning in the air.

All the stars in front of me are spinning happily.

The bubbles seemed unable to withstand the turbulence and agitation, as if they were about to burst at any time, making a series of loud "gurgling, gurgling, gurgling" sounds.

The densely packed unknown creatures in the darkness were slowly approaching the bubble.

The eager gazes made Alice and Willett's nerves tense to the limit. What on earth was that?
Chapter completed!