The second volume of evil god stick 017. Faith in reality

  When Du Fan walked out of the Holy Hall, the entrance examination of the Roland Academy's Dou Qi Division had already begun.

  Although it is the first institution of higher learning on the Roland continent, the Roland Academy still uses the simplest method when recruiting students, that is, martial competition. The eighteen martial arenas Du Fan saw earlier all exist for this purpose.

  In the square in front of the church, it can be said that there are people everywhere, except for the nobles who have already signed up early, others are all crowded around the registration point on the square.

  Looking at the tens of thousands of people, Du Fan slightly furrowed his brow, glanced around for a moment, and then walked towards a high platform.

  This viewing platform inside the square is located in the center of the eighteen martial arts platforms, and sitting on it should allow you to see the situation of all eighteen martial arts arenas.

  This kind of place is naturally where only people from high society have the qualifications to set foot in, from the upper echelons of the Sacred Court to guests from Roland Academy, and even those young nobles who were previously seen inside the sanctuary are mostly seated on the stands.

  They all looked at the civilian registration point with a smile on their faces, except for a few who seemed to have some family education, and there was a hint of sarcasm on everyone's face.

  I'm afraid in their eyes, those civilians are not considered human beings at all.

  Du Fan walked up to the viewing platform, and the Temple Knights guarding around him did not stop his actions, but instead respectfully paid their respects.

  Du Fan smiled slightly and said: "Brother, can you tell me where I need to go to sign up for the Dou Qi Division's exam?"

  The Templar knight who was questioned by Du Fan thought for a moment and said, "I just saw that the young masters and ladies who were watching him were all signing up with that group of students from Roland Academy. If you want to sign up, I reckon it's probably there too."

  Du Fan nodded slightly, said a thank you, and then turned his head to take a look at the group of young people wearing Roland Academy uniforms on stage. Just now Du Fan had only taken a quick glance and hadn't noticed anything, but now he took a closer look and found that these young people were all impressive, one by one. The boys didn't need to be mentioned, even the few girls among them looked like they weren't weak either.

  But that's normal, after all, these people are the students who have been carefully selected by Roland Academy over the years from all over the world, which one of them would be a simple guy?

  To be honest, if possible, Du Fan didn't really want to have any dealings with this kind of person, but now he had no choice but to come into contact with these people.

  After turning around on the platform for a while, and greeting several familiar priests and nobles, Du Fan walked to a student of Roland Academy and asked: "Miss, I'd like to ask, can I sign up for the Dou Qi Division exam here with you?"

  The one asked by Du Fan was a girl who looked extremely shy, looking no more than sixteen or seventeen years old. On her pale face that was a bit too pale, there were a pair of bright eyes, and her golden hair was casually scattered behind her head, looking very elegant.

  She tilted her head for a moment before saying to Du Fan, "No... sorry, although it was possible to sign up here previously, now it's not possible. You'll probably have to go downstairs to sign up."

  Du Fan smiled and said, "Why?"

  The girl seemed to be at a loss for how to answer, her eyes darting nervously towards the back before she could think of an explanation.

  Du Fan followed her gaze and took a glance, roughly understanding what was going on. Those people from Roland Academy were all staring at Du Fan with an expression of watching a good show, it was clear that since they had come to the Gavin Empire with Bruce, their relationship with him must not be shallow, and it was even possible that these people were all students of Bruce's.

  Now, their teacher has made it clear that he wants to help Emily regain her composure, and these students won't lend a hand?

  At this point, Du Fan also understood that he had no way to sign up here today. Was it necessary to reason with these people? There was no such need. If there was time, it would be better to hurry to the next registration point to register and prepare for the exam. After all, whether or not to enter Roland Academy was still quite important to Du Fan. He naturally had no mood to play games with these clowns.

  With a holy smile on his face, Du Fan suddenly gently took the girl's hand and kissed it lightly, then he leaned in close to her ear and whispered: "I understand... Miss... your nature is not bad, but I'm afraid you can't refuse your companions' requests, right? But no matter what, I still want to thank you."

  As he spoke, he put down the girl's palm, smiled slightly, and walked down towards the stands.

  Those students at Roland Academy looked like they were about to spit fire from their eyes, and that girl was the dream lover of many people in the audience, but Du Fan did such a thing...

  The girl sat blankly on the spot, watching the back that was slowly leaving, and suddenly felt a strange feeling in her heart. Why did he seem to be indifferent when they had clearly insulted him? It should have been a great insult for a noble like him to be squeezed together with a group of commoners!

  "Chris..." A boy who had been standing behind the girl's back with a gloomy face, "Don't be angry, even if he can sign up successfully, he won't have a chance to pass the exam. He insulted you, I will definitely make him pay for it."

  The girl called Chris turned to look at the young man, only to see that although he looked like a 17 or 18-year-old, his face had an eerie and intimidating expression. Chris let out a soft sigh and suddenly said in a low voice: "Elvis, I don't understand this time. If the teacher didn't want Dufan to enter Roland Academy, all he had to do was say so, and naturally, there would be no hope for him. Why go through all this trouble? You know that for nobles, reputation is more important than life..."

  "Elvis gazed at Dufan's back and said in a low voice, 'Chris, you know this point is good, have you forgotten what he has done? What he did almost made Oldas unable to hold his head up as a human being, almost made Emily ashamed and indignant. Do you still want to show mercy to such a person?"

  Kris furrowed her brow and said nothing more, only lowering her head.

  Elvis hummed, walked a few steps forward with his hands behind his back, staring in Du Fan's direction. A hint of venom flashed in his eyes as he muttered: "Du Fan... Du Fan... for everything you've done to Emily, today you'll pay the price. Pray... pray that you won't have the chance to participate in the martial arts exam. Otherwise, these eighteen arenas will become your most glorious tomb."

  What happened on the platform naturally fell into the eyes of the two groups of people at the very top.

  Their eyes met lightly across the seated Anthony and Bruce, then extremely tacitly avoided each other. Next, both parties unconsciously cast their eyes on Dufan's slowly advancing figure.

  Joshua stood behind Anthony and said in a low voice, "Your Eminence, I don't understand the point of what Roland Academy is doing. After all, no matter how you put it, Dufan is still one of our Holy See's people. Losing face for him is no different from losing face for us. Are they not afraid of offending our Holy See?"

  Anthony turned back to Joshua and said faintly, "Joshua, you may not understand this, but that old ghost Bruce has figured it out. Even if they killed Dufan on the spot, we wouldn't take his side, so he dared to do this. Otherwise, even with ten times more courage, he wouldn't have dared to be so arrogant in our Sacred Court."

  "But..."

  "No buts," Anthony grumbled, "this time the Gavin Empire doesn't know what luck they've turned up, actually filling all twenty-five spots for magicians. What these people do after graduation is of great significance to us. This time, if we just turn a blind eye, that old devil Bruce will naturally have to give our Sacred Tribunal a few more magicians. If it were in the past, I would naturally lean towards Dufan's side, but now..."

  Joshua's face changed color several times before he finally spoke in a low voice, "But Du Fan cultivated the Radiant Fist to level three within three months. No matter how you look at it, he is indeed a talented individual..."

  "What if he is a talent?" Anthony suddenly sighed, "You'd better not interfere with this matter, don't you think the Holy See has enough trouble recently?"

  Hearing Anthony's slightly suggestive tone, Joshua's expression changed and he stopped talking. He looked at Dufan with a gaze that had a slightly different flavor to it.

  Anthony shook his head slowly at this sight, then knocked on the armrest of the chair and said in a low voice: "Moreover, who is more talented between Dufan and Oudas, can't you figure it out?"

  Joshua pondered the meaning of these words, couldn't help but glance at Dufan in the distance, and then look at Oldus standing behind Bruce. Suddenly, he had a slight understanding that the matter between these two people was not the key point. The key point was which side the Sacred Temple should stand on to gain more benefits.

  There are no eternal friends, nor eternal enemies, only eternal interests. Even a tiny difference that can bring more benefits to the Holy See is the side that the Holy See needs to strongly support.

  Religion has always been like politics, a bloodless killer.

  It suddenly dawned on him that Joshua, the devout Grand Master of the Temple Knights, felt an inexplicable surge of panic in his heart: Was this really what he had been pursuing his whole life? Or was it just that faith was always like this?