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4. Protection

What surprised Zhuang Mingge was that even the next day, the matter of his shame was still not exposed. The other party seemed to have stopped and had no intention of continuing to investigate. [w.w.cm

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Is it possible?.

Zhuang Mingge couldn't figure out the answer, so he simply called the college director to ask what happened.

"What's the matter?" Nothing."

The principal Sophia Charlestian told Zhuang Mingge in a pleasant tone that he didn't need to be stupid about such things anymore, so he might as well return to Saint Laurent to marry her. Zhuang Mingge took it for granted, "There are still very important things that have not been finished."

He refused with such a very bad excuse and hung up the phone before the other party got angry.

But when he was about to turn around and walk away, the phone rang without warning.

The person who called was naturally the college director who had just spoken.

"If you dare to hang up my phone again, I promise you won't see the sun tomorrow, do you believe it?"

Zhuang Mingge did not keep this threat in his eyes at all. Since he stole the power of Hades, he could have reversed life and death, which was more practical than killing himself and breaking the sun.

But he didn't think Sophia called back specifically to threaten herself. Sure enough, she had her own purpose the next moment. "There is a more stingy thing here that needs you to complete."

"What's the matter?"

"It is related to the Nakter manuscript. Eshar scholars asked us for help yesterday. We hope that we Saint Laurent will send a bodyguard to protect his safety. He has been working hard to study Nakter manuscripts recently and seems to be being watched by some organization.

If you get on, life is in danger at any time.”

"Why are we asking for help from Saint Laurent?" Zhuang Mingge was a little surprised. There were countless large organizations in the magic world. In addition to the Thirteen Crowns, there were also the Magic Parliament, the Oaks Group, and even the local Third United Front Work Department.

It's OK. Why did you choose Saint Laurent? It's obvious that other forces are more professional than Saint Laurent.

But the headmaster's answer was convincing, "It's very simple, because the scholar Eshar was once a student of our Saint Laurent."

Zhuang Mingge suddenly realized, but hesitated a little, "Why, is it suitable for me to go?"

“Very suitable.”

"I don't think so."

"After all, you are just afraid of trouble." Sophia impatiently exposed Zhuang Mingge's thoughts, and Zhuang Mingge felt relieved. "How could it be, you are too sensitive, the principal."

Although there is more or less such a reason.

"Okay, I will protect the Scholar of Eshar, after all, they are seniors." Although I don't know how many seniors they were before, the students who walked out of Saint Laurent will help each other. Even if both sides don't know each other,

Once you know that the other person is a graduate of Saint Laurent, you will also help the other person in the best of your ability.

In this way, a huge relationship is woven into a symbol and backstage of Saint Laurent's top power in the magic world.

Those who want to touch Saint Laurent will more or less care about this picture.

"When will I report to Eshar scholars."

"Of course, the faster you drive. If nothing happens now, go now and bring my letter of introduction to you. You will find that the scholar Eshar is actually a very funny old man."

"I see."

Eshar is now living in a room specially prepared for him at the Linhai Museum. This is something everyone in the magic world knows. The people who live with him include more than a dozen other world-leading linguists.

But these people didn't know that Eshal was actually a magician.

The museum in Linhai City is not far from Zhuang Mingge. It takes about twenty minutes to walk, and it takes only a few minutes to get there by taxi.

The Linhai City Museum is very majestic. It was built in recent years, so in terms of appearance, the style is more oriented towards the Western museum. White marble is the base tone, with high steps and large columns. The interior is not luxurious, compared to the appearance.

And it is very restrained, but very unique and novel.

When Zhuang Mingge arrived at the museum, the museum had not opened yet. Several guards were standing guard outside, meticulously looking ahead. They were carrying pistols on their waists.

Of course, Zhuang Mingge would not think that it was a toy, but a real pistol. But for a magician, the pistol was just a good-looking toy and could not cause any harm to him.

His appearance naturally attracted the attention of the guards. Several guards looked at each other and looked vigilant on their faces.

Well, this is a matter of course.

After all, Zhuang Mingge's clothes are very strange. It is already summer vacation and it is entering the hot summer. Even in the morning, the hot sun emits a different temperature. Several guards are wearing cool summer uniforms, and he is the only one wearing black.

Clothes wrap your whole body.

It is not okay to not be suspicious or alert.

It's really suspicious.

Zhuang Mingge also knew that his dressing was easy to attract doubts, and did not make any extreme moves, nor did he approach the museum gate, and stood on a platform more than ten meters away from the guard and shouted loudly: "I'm here to find Ess.

Dr. Har, please inform me.”

Several guards looked at each other, and one of them asked boldly: "Who are you?"

"Yi Barrett, a former junior of Dr. Eshal's academy."

Several guards discussed it, and one of them nodded at Zhuang Mingge and told Zhuang Mingge to wait here and he would inform him.

Zhuang Mingge nodded and stood still.

The guard ran into the museum. After seven or eight minutes, a scholar wearing a black suit and round glasses dressed very lightly and rosy in his face. He walked out of the museum.

.

Zhuang Mingge had seen his photos and recognized him as an Eshar scholar at a glance.

The old man's eyes seemed to contain the truth of everything in the world. His vicissitudes of eyes saw through everything in the world, as if no one or anything was secret in his eyes.

"First meeting, Eshar vonjo Kram scholar."

Because it was the first time we met, Zhuang Mingge was embarrassed to call the other party’s name, so he simply called the other party’s full name.

"First meeting, President Barrett."

Eshar's name made several guards widen their eyes, and they looked at Zhuang Mingge in surprise.

Although there are too many things in this world, the presidents are not worth much, but since the presidents shouted out from the mouths of world-renowned scholars and language experts must have a terrible value, they will never think of it even if they kill them.

Zhuang Mingge is just a student president.

"I am following the king's order. I will be responsible for your safety during this period." Zhuang Mingge said straightforwardly and said that he would do his best.

Eshar is a funny old man. He didn't care about Zhuang Mingge's seriousness at all. He smiled and said, "Just call me senior, or I, a person of seventy and eighty, are not qualified to be your senior?"

"How could it be..."

"We all come from the same college, so seniors are kinder, I'm so lucky to wait for you."

Zhuang Mingge didn't understand why.

Eshar did not explain, and pulled Zhuang Mingge into the museum. The guards did not stop him. Eshar had this right. Although he was not from this country, his name was really too famous.

The museum's exhibition hall has three floors. The first floor is some ancient artifacts, the second floor is some ancient artworks, and the third floor is some special items.

Zhuang Mingge took out the letter of introduction given to him by Sophia and handed it to Eshar to prove his identity.

In fact, it doesn't matter whether this letter is given or not. Eshal himself has received a call from Sophia. Knowing that he is coming, he took a rough look at the letter of introduction and then put it away.

The two walked side by side, walked through the hall, and came to the dormitory behind the museum. Most of the scholars were arranged here. Along the way, Zhuang Mingge also met several scholars from different nationalities.

“Good morning, Eshal.”

"Good morning, Rahman."

The person who greeted Eshar was a scholar from Egypt. Zhuang Mingge vaguely remembered that the four oldest countries in the world were ancient China, ancient India, Babylon and ancient Egypt.

Like China, Egypt also has brilliant civilizations and various myths and stories, and their history is also very ancient. In Saint Laurent, some magicians from Egypt seem to like the most is cursed magic.

Unfortunately, the scholar in front of him was undoubtedly an ordinary person, and Zhuang Mingge did not feel any magical fluctuations in him.

However, Eshal did not look down on or neglect the scholar because of his identity as a magician. The two of them happily started talking in the garden in front of the dormitory.

Zhuang Mingge stood beside him indifferently, listening to the conversation between them without interrupting.

The two of them talked about the content related to the Nakter manuscript. During the conversation, Zhuang Mingge found that both of them seemed to believe that the ancient book was the Nakter manuscript in the biography.

But there are completely different differences in the text inside.

This kind of field involves professionals, and Zhuang Mingge has no room for interruption. Moreover, there are too many professional terms involved, so Zhuang Mingge is overwhelmed after listening to it for a while.

Fortunately, the two of them did not continue to discuss and stopped. At this time, Rahman, the Egyptian, noticed the existence of Zhuang Mingge.

"Who is this person? Eshal."

"My junior." Eshal said with a smile.

Rahman suddenly realized and hugged Zhuang Mingge, but Zhuang Mingge did not refuse, but the moment he hugged, Zhuang Mingge found that something very strange was discovered in him.

There is a strange magic mark inside the brain of this scholar named Rahman. If it weren't for skin contact, Zhuang Mingge would have almost never discovered it.
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