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Raymond, who stepped into the main hall of the small building, vaguely heard the creaking sound of the door behind him being closed again.

The absolute darkness where one can't see one's hand in front of one's face usually makes people instinctively feel fear or panic, but Raymond, who simply closed his eyes and relied entirely on his perception to move forward, seemed not to care even though his perception was greatly suppressed here.

Because he had entered this small building several times in the past, although he couldn't say that he was familiar with the facilities in all the rooms inside, he didn't think he would make a mistake in the path from entering through the main door and going through the main hall to the office of Vice President Elton on the second floor.

After walking ten steps forward and turning left, the sunken reception area was bypassed, and he continued to walk six steps forward but bumped into a huge flower pot in vain!

The vines that swarmed from the flower pot suddenly made a humming sound before they could wrap around his body, and were burned to ashes by the invisible flames.

Although Raymond, who was caught off guard, considered that he might encounter a collision, the plant that attacked him in vain still made him pause for a moment. However, after hearing the faint sigh, he opened his eyes and his expression became cheerful, and he whispered softly. "If there wasn't a thunder flame tree in the hall, it would be more appropriate to set a fire..."

The very depressed and angry muttering was barely audible, but Raymond, who heard it, was in a happier mood. However, Raymond, who continued to move forward, soon discovered that the environment around him had changed.

The faint squeezing force became huge, and his legs were as heavy as if they were filled with lead, but his eyes could finally feel a little light and could barely see the range of ten centimeters around him.

This change made Raymond guess some reasons, so he quickly went up to the second floor, but at the moment he stepped onto the corridor on the second floor, an inexplicable huge pressure suddenly descended. It made his body shake, and his mind was also in a trance for a moment!

When he woke up, he immediately found that he was no longer in the dark environment.

He was now standing at the corner of the stairs, and the magic lights on the corridors on both sides were already on.

The slightly old velvet carpet on his left side was covered with thick dust as if it had not been cleaned for a long time, while the new and clean felt carpet on the right side was obviously cleaned frequently.

The hysteresis force field effect imposed on Raymond did not put much pressure on him, but the different corridors on the left and right sides made him speechless.

He raised his right hand and saw a circle of red light on his wrist. It confirmed his guess that since he had entered a certain illusion set up on the second floor, it seemed that Renoir, who was in charge of the academy now, should be a wizard who was good at illusion.

There were many ways to break the illusion, but the most simple and direct way was to break it violently.

However, the sequelae brought by violent breaking were too many and too troublesome. So he thought about it and shouted loudly. "Lord Renoir, there is no need for such a big show? I just want to meet you first..."

"Hehehe... It's good to be able to see through it. But the academy can't cultivate students like you..."

The sinister voice before came as expected. But the grim meaning in it was extremely strong, and Raymond laughed when he heard it. "I am Raymond, I was taught by Edgar, a plant trainer fifteen years ago, and it was the wizard Milusa who brought me here just now!"

"Fifteen years ago? Raymond..." There was hesitation in the sinister voice, but it soon turned into a furious roar. "Raymond! It's you!"

With the roar, the pressure around him suddenly increased. And the corridors on both sides also twisted and deformed. Obviously, Renoir stimulated some effect of this illusion.

The force field brilliance emerged on the surface of his body. Raymond, who resisted the pressure around him, closed his eyes again. He raised his legs and headed towards the distorted corridor on the left. Stepping on the dusty velvet carpet

The rising dust diffused and spread, and the obscure but powerful force field began to gather, but Raymond, who had only walked three steps on the velvet carpet, suddenly turned around and hit the wall beside him!

In Renoir's sinister exclamation, Raymond, who hit the distorted wall, did not make any sound, but he appeared more than ten meters away from the corridor, as if he had just made a short-distance space shuttle.

The previous exclamation was still lingering, and Raymond, who kept hitting the wall beside him, finally stopped after doing it for more than ten times.

I wanted to use my memory of the environment to break this illusion, but in fact, the effect of this illusion made him a little helpless.

After hitting the wall several times, the position that should be entered in the memory was different from the actual arrival. It seems that the effect of this illusion has the effect of distorting the sense of distance, making it impossible to find the right path through memory comparison.

After judging the current situation, Raymond laughed again. "Lord Renois, if you still remove this illusion, I can only break it by force!"

"Hehehe...then you break it..."

The sinister laughter has not completely disappeared. Raymond, whose hands are already constructing some kind of magic, has become serious. The invisible force field waves ripple out from between his hands, forcibly blocking the surrounding distortion force.

The illusion created by the twisting power, which was originally invisible but airtight, showed signs of collapse after being severely blocked.

The dusty velvet carpet under Raymond's feet revealed its true appearance, and the exquisite wallpaper on the wall beside him was gradually revealed.

In a moment, the area around Raymond returned to normal, but he knew that this was only a momentary effect. As long as the controller of this illusion was strengthened again, everything he saw would be restored. Transformation cannot be relied upon to crack the illusion.

But at this time, the spell he constructed between his hands already caused weak flames to appear, and began to expand with the infusion of his mana!

But this extremely inconspicuous and weak flame made Renoir, who controlled the illusion, scream in surprise. "Stop, stop, stop! I just want to remove this illusion. If you dare to release me, I will try to activate the guardian array and I won't spare you!"

There was a very angry roar, which made the corners of Raymond's mouth curl up.

The obscure and huge squeezing force around the body quickly disappeared, and the twisted force that was forced back also disappeared immediately.

The corridor where Raymond was standing returned to its original appearance, and the dust raised by the velvet carpet under his feet no longer existed. Instead, the door of the office at the end of the corridor finally appeared in sight.

Inside the wide open door, stood a guy whose whole body was covered by a dark green wizard robe. The only thing that could be noticed was the pair of green eyes and the fear and anger contained in them.

Raymond, who had canceled the spell release, bowed slightly when he came to the office door at the end of the corridor. "Lord Renoir, I believe you should know something about what happened back then. Your friend Harry suffered the backlash of over-level casting and it is not my fault..."

His face was obscured by the fog of the spell, but there was deep fear in his green eyes. He looked at Raymond up and down for a long time, and then he said impatiently. "Okay, okay! Let's talk about Harry's questions later. If you have anything to do, just ask!"

Knowing that Renoir, who was in charge of the academy, was afraid, Raymond stopped testing in roundabout ways and spoke directly. "For some reason that is inconvenient to explain, I need to meet with Vice President Elton. Of course, it would be best if you can help. I need to be able to establish contact with the old dean and get her help..."

"Impossible! The old dean is not in the college now, and even Elton can't help you!"

Renoir was angry like a cat whose tail had been stepped on in vain. As he retreated towards the office behind him, Raymond, who was very strange, couldn't help but follow him immediately... (To be continued...)