72 Hermes (2/2)

Although Dean hated them and wished them death, to witness that scene was far too gruesome for his tastes.

A nauseous feeling soon took over as Dean passed out.

”What the hell happened.”

In the distance was a shrubble slightly moving apart to make way for an old teacher with a rustled beard.

This was the exact teacher who Dean had just met and was forced to accept him as a teacher along with a swordsman.

He had been chasing and looking for Dean as he had hoped Dean would be able to pay off a little bit of the damage fees for his room.

Most people in this school tended to be quite rich so his first thought was asking Dean for a little bit of money.

First trying Dean's dorm, he noticed that the door wasn't properly closed but was smashed into position to make it seem locked.

Opening it, the elder teacher found a piece of paper suggesting that Dean received a letter with some sort of emergency.

It mentioned a forest allowing him to find a lead enabling him to arrive at this very spot.

He was just able to find where Dean was but it seemed he had stumbled on something he wasn't supposed to.

A random man in purple had arrived and spoke with Dean.

Most of the time he was able to see how grim and pale Dean was from the conversation but the man in purple seemed to be enjoying his talk with him.

Dean suddenly sat and woke up only to pass out while the man in purple entered a tent that disappeared.

Rubbing his eyes twice, the teacher knew it wasn't an illusion.

On the opposite side was a grotesque homicide case where two students had been utterly destroyed by an unknown force.

According to the few clues he could gather, the man in purple murdered the two students however left Dean to be in shock with terror.

'Will his cultivation be effected?'

This was his main thought since he found Dean to be an interesting student that could possibly enlighten him as a teacher once he became his disciple.

If he made rash movements this could cause a large effect on any following investigation meaning he the corpses had to rot like that.

If he wanted to bring Dean for medical treatment then that man in purple could return to remove any evidence he had.

Sighing at his bad luck, the teacher manipulated the atmosphere above him to form a transparent sphere that abruptly popped with a snap.

A high pitch sound rang throughout the school while the twisted above his head acted like a beacon for any passersby to notice

”What has he done this time?”

In the distance the swordsman that worked with the old teacher sighed while holding onto a piece of paper.