Willett opened his eyes and sat up from the darkness. Behind him were sharp and cold stones. Although he could not see them with his sight, Brenda could confirm through touch that the darkness was filled with messy gravels.

The ground is not dry. Breathing in the dark air, you can feel the moist and cold water vapor.

His head was still stinging slightly from hitting the ground. He reached out to touch the wound on his forehead and felt a sticky, wet and hot liquid.

Putting her liquid-stained fingers to the tip of her nose and smelling it, Brenda was sure that her forehead was bleeding.

My head felt as if it was filled with stones, heavy and heavy.

What happened?

She did not stand up immediately, but took out a wand from her sleeve. She skillfully chanted the spell of flashing spell in her mouth, and the top of the wand lit up with a soft white light the moment she finished speaking...

The dark space was suddenly illuminated by light, and Willett was able to observe the surrounding environment.

As expected, there were many stones piled up in a chaotic mess around, and the cross-sections of these stones looked relatively new.

From this, Willett could determine that the stone, which was not covered with dust and had a darker cross-section, had fallen here not long ago.

Because my forehead was broken, my head was not only heavy but also a little dizzy.

However, Willet knew that she must not fall asleep willfully at this time, otherwise if someone came to rescue her, they would not be able to find her.

Remembering not long ago, he promised Alice to go to the far north together during the summer vacation, and Willett's misty ice-blue eyes became a little sober.

She began to think carefully about how she came to this place.

I remember that at that time, I said a few words to Alice and then walked into the dean's office.

There was no instructor in the office, which made Willett immediately alert. Just as he was about to exit from the door, the entire teaching building suddenly shook violently.

The magic chandeliers on the ceiling of the office crashed down one after another, and a black crack opened on the ground. The crack suddenly opened... Suddenly a purple hand stretched out!

That hand, like a rubber band, deformed and stretched, wrapping around Willet's ankle and trying to drag her into the huge crack!

Of course, Willett would not sit still and wait for death. He used his wand to release a blade of black ice and cut off the strange purple hand.

After getting up, he turned around and prepared to open the door.

New problems have arisen.

The door to the dean's office was actually locked from the outside, but this would not be difficult for the Magic Guild Master.

Willett waved his wand, chanted a spell, and released an unlocking spell, and the locked door opened in response.

However, when Willett opened the door, what she saw was not the corridor outside the office. It was a huge black abyss. As long as she accidentally took a step forward, she would fall down and fall into the endless abyss...

…

However, due to his cautious nature, Willett did not take that step impulsively.

Violet's keen awareness made her feel that there seemed to be something behind her. The moment she was about to turn around, a pair of hands pressed down on Violet's shoulders and pushed hard.

With her body unbalanced, Brenda did not panic. Instead, she turned around in mid-air and released a blast of wind blade at the person who sneaked up on her.

However, when she saw clearly who the person who attacked her was, that person also cast a spell and bound Violet's hands with a binding spell.

Brenda opened her eyes wide, fell involuntarily, and was finally swallowed up by the black abyss...

Willett still clearly remembers...the ferocious and cold smile on the attacker's face.

But, why is it that person?

Isn't that person already...dead?

Brenda recalled what happened before she fell into coma, forcing herself to quickly sort out her chaotic and scattered thoughts, and gradually calmed down in the white light emitted by the wand.

Just as she was meditating, a slight sound suddenly came from the shadows outside the range of the light, as if someone accidentally kicked a stone on the ground.

Although the sound is not loud, it sounds extremely clear in the quiet space...

Willett did not speak, but secretly clenched the black wand in his hand, and his ice-blue eyes scanned the place where the sound came from without leaving any trace.

"Scared you?"

The visitor took the initiative to speak to the Magic Guild Master, and the blurry black figure walked into the range shrouded in white light.

With a thin face, a weak body, and a slightly mean appearance, Willett quickly recognized that this man was the instructor who taught them the potion identification class.

Not long ago, the other party had trouble with the dean because of the first-year magic students being late collectively. She didn't expect that he would appear in front of her at this time...

Brenda's thoughts became clear again in a short period of time.

She looked at the magic instructor who walked into the white light. Her face did not show the slightest emotion. She had a paralyzed face as usual and spoke calmly:

"I'm not scared. But, why would you do such a thing? You actually stayed undercover in Credo for thirteen years for this reason."

Hearing this, the potion identification instructor laughed and sighed with emotion. The man's eyes fell on the bleeding wound on Willet's forehead:

"Benson's vision is indeed good. Our magic guild president is indeed a calm and calm wizard who is not surprised at all changes. With your talent, it would be a pity if you left at such a young age."

The potion identification instructor slowly walked up to Willett, with his hands behind his back, a haze flashed in his dark brown eyes, and he didn't know what he was planning:

"Thirteen years... you really remember my past experiences very clearly. It doesn't seem right to say that. I'm not the only one. You also remember all the magic instructors who worked in Credo and the past years of their service."

Clearly.”

"Am I right?"

Willett had no intention of denying it and remained calm and collected during the conversation.

Even though his face is pale due to excessive blood loss, his thinking is still very clear:

"I'm not that concerned about it. I just flipped through it casually a few times."

With the ability of photographic memory, Brenda can memorize many complex magic formations in her mind without having to memorize them by rote.

What's more, there are just a few resumes about magic instructors.

"What an enviable talent."

The potion identification instructor raised one corner of his mouth and sneered:

"This time I can only blame you for being unlucky. You broke into a place you shouldn't be... If you want to go back, even if I let you go, others won't let you go."

Willett listened intently, turned to look to the right, and reminded in a calm voice:

"Your Excellency has been listening for a long time, why don't you want to show up?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure stepped out in response. It was a young man wearing a white magic robe.

In last year's magic newspaper, this boy once appeared as a student of his own grade who was seriously injured.

He is the white-robed senior who was kidnapped during the prison robbery and whose whereabouts are unknown:

Anbu.

To predict what will happen next, please listen to the explanation next time!
Chapter completed!