Chapter 182 He Is My Brother

Shadow Academy, dormitory area, a single dormitory.

Many members of the Golden Lionheart are gathering, filling up the already small single dormitory suite.

A red-haired man with two silver lines on his chest squeezed in the crowd, constantly asking: "Have Poke and the others come back?"

"Have you seen Poke and the others?"

"Has anyone seen Poke? They followed the Blood Ship people to the tavern, have they come back?"

"No? No one has seen them?" The red-haired man's face showed a bit of anxiety, "Damn, why haven't they come back yet... Nothing happened..."

Before he finished speaking, a blond man came over and asked: "What's wrong, President Moss?"

The red-haired man named Moss frowned deeply and said: "Before, Poke and the others followed the Blood Ship's Aya Emily to the tavern, saying that they wanted to teach the other party a lesson and let the other party know how powerful they are, but... they haven't come back yet. I'm a little worried now, is there an accident? Maybe the Blood Ship found out and took action first."

The blond man Quinn's eyes widened slightly, then shook his head and said: "It shouldn't be, there is no news from the Blood Ship."

"Huh?" Moss raised his eyebrows and looked at the blond man Quinn.

Quinn explained quickly: "President, you forgot that you asked me to find a way to develop a few insiders in the Blood Ship. It took some effort and I succeeded. Just now, the other party told me that the Blood Ship is now convening an emergency meeting to discuss how to deal with our suppression, and there is no news of action against us."

"Is that so." Moss nodded lightly, frowning deeper, "If the Blood Ship didn't take action, what would happen?"

"Maybe they are busy with something else, maybe they will be back later." Quinn advised.

"Humph." Moss snorted coldly and said dissatisfiedly, "Do you think I want to be so anxious? If it's just Pok and the others, it doesn't matter, but the one who followed Pok and the others is Harley's younger brother, a member of the White Lion Lannet family-Harry. If there is really any mistake, all of us will be in trouble."

"This!" After listening, Quinn showed a nervous expression and looked a little at a loss.

At this time, with a "bang", the dormitory door was pushed open roughly, and a tall man with brown hair and blue eyes walked in.

"Senior Harley!"

"Senior Harley!"

"Senior Harley!"

After seeing the face of the person, the others in the room quickly bowed and greeted him. He was Harley, a member of the White Lion Lannet family and a third-level wizard apprentice.

He had become a formal student of a powerful wizard in the academy and was likely to break through and become a formal wizard in a few years. His status and position were completely incomparable to the first-level and second-level wizard apprentices in the room.

When Morse, the president of the second-level wizard apprentice, saw the other party appear, his face couldn't help but tighten, and he hurriedly greeted politely: "Senior Harley, you are here."

"Yeah." Harley nodded indifferently, his eyes swept across everyone in the room, and looked directly at Morse and said, "Why is my brother Harry not here? I heard that he seemed to have an accident. Is it true or false?"

"This..." Morse hesitated for a while, and finally said with a stiff upper lip, "It's not certain at the moment, but Harley went to the tavern with the others and never came back. But I sent people to look for him, but he was not in the tavern, and he might not be in the place where he went, so..."

"So, something really happened, right?" Harley snorted, "If I wasn't well-informed, I really don't know how long I would be kept in the dark."

"Senior Harley, I really don't want to hide it from you, but we are not sure if it is an accident, or..." Morse tried to explain.

Harley waved his hand violently, interrupted rudely, and said coldly: "No or. One of Harry's magic-controlling props is a pair with mine. It was damaged not long ago, and mine was also affected, so something must have happened.

Then stop talking nonsense, give me something Harry has touched recently, I want to use the prophecy spell to detect his situation, the sooner the better. If it is timely, maybe I can save Harry who is in danger. Even if it has caused bad consequences and Harry has died, I can find out the murderer's information!"

"Yes, yes." Moss didn't dare to be long-winded. After thinking about it, he took out a half-new quill from the cabinet next to him, "This pen was used by Harry not long ago. There is also a roll of notes, which was handwritten by Harry himself, but I can ask someone to send it to the others as soon as possible..."

"No, this pen will do." Harley said coldly, breaking the quill directly, putting it in his mouth and chewing it.

Biting the quill to pieces, "gulp" and swallowing it with a slightly painful sound, Harley took out a half-fist-sized crystal ball from his clothes.

Holding the crystal ball in his hand, he quickly recited the spell. A faint red mist appeared inside the crystal ball, as if it was going to build a picture.

But just when it was about to take shape, the red mist suddenly fluctuated and all dissipated.

Harley was stunned, and the people watching around him were also stunned.

Harley frowned deeply: "Is it interference... interference from prophecy spells... a little interesting. But don't try to fool me, prophecy spells are what I am best at. Even if there is interference, even if you hide very deeply, I can find it."

After speaking, Harley opened his mouth and recited the spell again, and more and thicker red mist appeared in the crystal ball and quickly took shape.

Blinking, a blurry tree appeared. Just as he was about to take a closer look, the red mist dissipated again with a "puff". At the same time, a shocking crack appeared on the crystal ball with a "click". It was obvious that it could no longer be used.

Harley's expression froze.

The many people watching looked at each other and turned their heads away at the same time, fearing that Harley would be embarrassed.

Harley took a deep breath, his face became extremely ugly, clenched his fist, put away the crystal ball, looked at President Moss and said: "My brother seems to have met a difficult guy. The other party is also very good at prophecy spells. It is difficult to get accurate information with ordinary crystal ball prophecies."

"Then..."

"But I won't give up. Harry is my brother and a member of the White Lion Lannet family. I can't give up on him! Since ordinary crystal ball prophecies don't work, then I'll try other methods... I know more than one prophecy spell." Harley said decisively and commanded, "Clear a room for me. It must be absolutely quiet and no one can disturb me. I want to use dream prophecy to explore."

"This..." Moss looked embarrassed. It's not that he didn't want to, but it's a bit difficult. The current single suite dormitory is his, but it's only more than 20 square meters, including a bedroom, a living room, and a bathroom.

The small place is now crowded with people. If I clear a room for Harley, where will the rest go? Stand in the corridor?

But under Harley's somewhat bloodshot eyes, Morse nodded and took action.

After a while, Harley walked into the empty bedroom, closed the door, sat cross-legged on the bed, took out a tear-shaped crystal pendant, and held it in his hand.

He chanted a long spell and slowly closed his eyes.

Soon, he fell into a dream.

In a thick black fog, he saw his brother Harry, whom he was looking for.

I'm so sorry, I've been busy with the thesis until now.

I'll code one chapter first, and continue to work hard on the second chapter.

Anyway, I'm sorry.