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[Agamotto]

"Om." Shilut was startled and quickly hid behind Forseti.

Forseti frowned: "Why are you yelling so loudly?"

The young man, dressed in snow-white robes and looking elegant and easy-going, was unrelenting. He pointed at Shilut and aggressively said, "Take off the mask!"

Forseti was annoyed: "Is this the way you treat guests at Akademi Academy?"

"Guest?" The white-robed young man looked directly at Forseti, "You know whether you are a guest... a conspirator trying to infiltrate Teacher Plato's school!"

Forseti retorted, "Tell me, how am I conspiring to do something wrong?"

The young man in white robes snorted and reached out to forcibly tear off Shilut's mask.

However, before his hand could reach, Forseti pinched his wrist, rendering him immobile.

Despite exerting all his strength, he couldn't shake Forseti in the slightest, and his expression changed.

Forseti was also surprised. Although the strength of the young man in white robes was far from his own, compared to ordinary people on Earth, it was remarkable. For someone so thin and gentle-looking to possess such power was indeed strange.

Andy Carlos was embarrassed and scared: "You..."

The two ignored him.

The white-robed young man's eyes widened, his face flushed red as he exerted all his strength, but Forseti still held his wrist tightly.

Finally, in a desperate attempt, he made an attacking move with his other hand.

However, Forseti acted quicker, dragging the white-robed young man to the ground, causing him to hit his mouth on the ground.

The white-robed youth gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

"Stop!" Another young man in white robes approached, calling out.

Forseti looked up and saw that the newcomer, also dressed in white robes, seemed to be a standard of Akademi Academy. However, his appearance was peculiar, with black hair and a face as long as a horse's.

The horse-faced youth was unforgettable.

The horse-faced youth bowed to Forseti and said politely, "My friend has a bad temper. I'm really sorry."

Forseti remained calm: "It's okay."

The white-robed youth stood up, looked at the horse-faced youth, and was stared at.

The horse-faced youth clearly held a higher position, so he silenced the white-robed youth.

"I don't know what brings the three of you to Akademi Academy?" the horse-faced youth asked.

Andy Carlos said, "My name is Andy Carlos. I have admired Akademi Academy and Mr. Plato for a long time. I came here to study and hope to get Mr. Plato's guidance."

The horse-faced youth nodded and looked at Forseti: "Are you also here to study?"

"No, we're just here to visit," Forseti said.

The horse-faced youth was silent for a moment and pointed at Shilut: "Akademi Academy welcomes guests, but we also hope that guests respect us... With such attire, we can't allow entry."

Shilut was wrapped tightly, with a hat and a mask, and indeed looked suspicious.

However, Shilut's true appearance was too strange for Earth, and Forseti wouldn't expose him.

"Okay." Forseti felt disappointed and looked at Andy Carlos, "Good luck."

"Uh... well." Andy Carlos didn't know what to say.

Forseti left.

The horse-faced youth pointed: "Andy Carlos, go to that dome, and someone will guide you."

"Thank you." Andy Carlos ran over excitedly.

"Agamotto, you just let him go like this?" The white-robed youth pointed to Forseti's back, who had gone away, and said, "The guy beside him is obviously not human."

"That doesn't mean anything," Agamotto said. "It's you who almost used a spell, right?"

The white-robed youth lowered his head: "Yes."

Agamotto snorted: "How many times has the teacher told us? Don't you know the consequences of using magic?"

"But that man is too powerful, I..."

Agamotto: "Luckily, I stopped you in time, or you would have found out that he's more than just powerful."

"Did you notice something?"

"No, just a feeling. Let's go back." Agamotto said and turned away.

"By the way, Agamotto, are you attending tomorrow's wedding?"

"Not going, it's boring."

...

After leaving Akademi Academy, it was already evening, and Forseti found a hotel.

"One night." Forseti threw a small piece of gold at the innkeeper. Before coming to Earth, he had prepared a lot of gold for such purposes.

The piece of gold was small, but it was a lot of money for people on Earth.

Greed flashed in the eyes of the innkeeper: "You are the most generous person in Greece!"

"Do you need me to prepare something for you?"

"Yes, the unique food in Athens, give me one of each," Forseti said.

The hotel prepared the best room and food for him, but the experience was still not very good, especially the rough cooking.

After all, this era was too backward. Even in Athens, most people lived a simple life, without advanced technology or magic.

As it turned out, the backwardness of an era was often all-encompassing. In this era of poor food, public security was equally poor.

In the dead of night, Forseti was fast asleep, while Shilut, who didn't need to sleep, had a bed by the window to watch the stars.

There was a faint sound at the door, and two shadows slipped in quietly, one heading toward Forseti's bed and the other toward Shilut.

The shadow took out a dagger, covered Forseti's mouth with one hand, and stabbed his neck with the other.

"Crack!" However, the dagger seemed to hit steel and broke, making a crisp sound.

"This!" The shadow's eyes widened in disbelief.

Forseti opened his eyes, startled, and saw the Holy Light's pointer emerging from his Holy Deed, pointing directly at the two shadows in the room.

"Ah!" On the other side, Shilut noticed the shadow and punched him, knocking him to the ground.

Forseti woke up fully, turned over, and punched the shadow beside him.

"Crack!" The sound of breaking bones accompanied the shadow falling to the ground, dead before he could even scream.

Forseti immediately rushed to the other shadow and punched him too, then jumped out of the window with Shilut.

Although the attackers were villains, killing them would cause suspicion. The innkeeper's greed was likely the root cause, and staying there would lead to trouble. He still had tasks to perform.

Reaching a secluded grove in the city, Forseti sat down against a tree, took out a piece of gold, and frowned slightly.

He thought the gold piece the size of a fingernail was already small, but now it seemed too large.