Throughout the day, the atmosphere in the Academy Capital seemed very depressing.

Not long ago, the great wizard Stim Allenzhe captured an evil god, the irrational evil god. Her brain was permanently cut off, and the undead evil god was transformed into a magical fertilization object, called the magical mother fetus.

During normal times, the magical womb is sealed into the large library to accumulate magic power, and only the once-decade magic dinner will be released, which leads to a magic tide in the academy.

Generally speaking, this magic tide is reflected in reality that aurora appears in the sky. Ordinary people can enjoy the beautiful scenery at most once, and nothing else will happen.

Only those with magic will react with magic tides.

If a low-magic person cannot resist the magic tide, he will be swept by the tide, and the remaining magic power in his body will be extracted and mixed into the tide.

The closer you get to the center of the tide, the greater the force, so at the magic dinner, those magic holders with insufficient abilities will stay away from the academy capital.

If you can resist the extraction force, you can instead get magic power from the magic tide and some things that are engulfed by the magic tide.

Of course, these gains can only be said to be some corners. The real gain is in the center of the magic dinner. In the magic fetus, it is called the magic fetus, not only because it can nurturing magic, but also something else.

The murder of a student at Mobis Academy is quite big news.

Some students think it was done by some radical students. After all, there were some remarks in the college before that, and the arrival of the attendees would pollute the purity of the college and lower the level of the college.

Usually, some of the top people in the academy capital look down on those garbage people who have obtained their identities for their interests.

Not all the top people are rich. Because of poor management or other reasons, many so-called aristocrats are actually very down and out, but for the sake of the top people's decency, they still have to squeeze out funds to dress up.

This led to the emergence of some arguments, and the interests of the superiors were stolen by those dirty and damn trash people.

There have always been conflicts, and sometimes even vicious events occur. Activists believe that killing those trash people can get their wealth back. There are also such activists on campus who bully the descendants of those trash people who have obtained their identities, and sometimes they even find opportunities to kill them.

Of course, there are indeed radicals in such radical organizations, but more are like female boxing and small animated welfare organizations. They are essentially the people behind the organization. They use this conflict to gain benefits. Just like some people in the female boxing organization do not necessarily care about feminism, or small animated welfare organizations do not care whether small animals are treated well. Radical organizations do not care whether garbage people are really guilty. What they care about is how many benefits they can get in the conflict.

The quota of the five auditors even caused a parade of some students in the college. After the march received sponsorship fees from some students who did not know the truth, some radical organizations in the college reported some things to the college and stopped caring about whether the auditors were admitted.

They even hope that the attendees can enter the school so that they can create more conflicts and gain more benefits.

Therefore, the death of the man with a buzz cut this time was considered to be the cause of the radical organization of the college.

In fact, people in the academy's radical organization are also jumping.

"Which idiot is not controlling desire." A young man with blonde curly hair was furious in the club meeting room: "How many times have you said that, what idiots we need, but we can't let those idiots go."

Obviously the idiots he mentioned were referring to those real radicals.

"How are you negotiating with the sludge organization?" After calming down, the young man continued to ask.

"They said the benefit was 64 points this time." A woman with gold-rimmed glasses next to her said, "They are 6."

"Greedy garbage seeds!" The blonde young man cursed, then stretched out his hand and said, "Promise them, just once, find the murderer."

Then soon, just that morning, a parade on campus began again, but this time it was the garbage people who had obtained their identities for one or two generations, they were silt organizations, and were established to protect the interests of those who were discriminated against.

"Donate money to the victims, seek justice for whoever dies." Various slogans rang, and some people even took advantage of the opportunity to snatch some things. The large number of people is not just empty talk.

When there are more people, the courage will become greater, and the courage will become less when facing you.

This so-called donation is semi-mandatory. When they come to you, if they don’t donate, it is discrimination. Then it is not too much to treat discriminatory people.

Negri looked at what happened on campus, which was actually a microcosm of the college capital, but the contradictions were closely linked.

"There are some things behind both organizations. Is there a mysterious person controlling it?" Any organization in the academy capital can more or less contact the mysterious person. After all, the mysterious person also needs interests to pay for his various magic research.

"It seems Randyl or Mikel are in trouble." Negri knocked on the table, watching the parade gradually stop, leaving behind a messy campus squinted his eyes.

Not long after, a young blonde yelled at Negri's office, standing in front of Negri's desk, lowering his head slightly and looking humble and courteous.

"Sorry, you can call me Karanchi, Karanchi Miti, Mr. Negri, and have caused some riots on your campus. Please believe me, this is only temporary, this is our apology." Then he placed a small box on Negri's desk.

"Sorry again, please forgive our fault." Karanchi smiled and said sincerely: "In addition, Mr. March asked me to say hello to you."

"Marchi." Negri nodded and the information flashed through his mind. Marchi, this is a mysterious man, and he has had some dealings with Mikel. It seems that it is the backstage of these radical organizations and silt organizations.

"I don't like this." Negri then said to the young man.

"I understand, we will pay attention in the future." Karanchi's face became serious, and then he said goodbye to Negri and left.

"I don't like this, it's too... solid." Negri didn't go to see Kalanchi leaving, and then said: "Solid things are good, but when they are too solid, it's not conducive to innovating things."

"They need new motivation, or new whip, are you right?"
Chapter completed!