Rows of crimson brick buildings stood there, majestic and solemn, engraved with the wisdom and engineering secrets left behind by the Sage Institute's history.

Two figures followed the school's deep veins, advancing along a gradually familiar path.

The streams beside the road were like strings of flowing amber, nimbly threading their way through the small stones, emitting pleasant sounds. The water reflected the trees awakened by the morning light, their verdant branches swaying gracefully on the clear surface, whispering of peace.

Noe had originally found the academy intricate, getting lost repeatedly, but under the guidance of Luvishiel, who was familiar with the school, they quickly passed several important landmarks and should soon reach Gera Memorial Square.

"Actually, I've been a very unsuccessful father and educator, because I focused too much on the Chamber of Commerce, neglected to pay attention to him, and let him grow freely. Unknowingly, every time I saw him, he became someone I didn't recognize," Noe sighed, conducting a self-examination.

He hadn't expected Ranch to be so ambitious.

Seemingly a playboy who wasted his days.

In reality, he possessed many talents and diligence that no one else had discovered.

Perhaps it was all because he met Miss Tata.

According to the butler, Hans, and the maid, Francine, Ranch, drunk that night, brought back a pigeon, and seemed to have stumbled into the temple of the Goddess of Fate.

From then on.

The next morning, when Ranch woke up, he began to turn over a new leaf.

Perhaps the kid was in love, encountered a mysterious and beautiful woman, and understood that he needed to become more excellent to win her favor.

Although Noe only stayed in the Southern Vantinea Territory for a few days on his last trip home and didn't get to meet Miss Tata that the butler and maid mentioned, if he had the opportunity to meet her in the future, Noe would definitely thank her properly for taking care of his clumsy son and try to bring the clumsy kid and the girl he admired together.

It was just a pity that she was a bit older, probably several years older than Ranch.

But if Ranch liked her, Noe wouldn't say anything.

"You haven't seen him for almost half a year, have you ever wondered what he will be like this time?" Luvishiel asked, while taking notes with a pen in a small notebook, interviewing Noe.

Noe raised his eyes slightly and looked into the distance. The flower fields across the bank were in full bloom like fire, a corner of the Alchemy Institute's meticulously cultivated systematic botanical garden, and also fertile ground for bioengineering teaching and research.

"If I'm not mistaken, he should already understand that a man must work hard enough to achieve a career worthy of the most gentle woman he wants to meet. If that kid's academic performance could be a little better, I could be completely relieved," Noe said with a smile.

At the Sage Institute, which majored in practical magic skills, Noe was still very worried about Ranch's current campus life.

He knew Ranch's magical talent. When Francine, the combat maid who was relatively good at magic, taught him magic before, he was completely clueless, and couldn't learn how to use the first-level Fireball spell even after a month.

According to the maid Francine's euphemistic statement, even if Ranch learned the Fireball spell, with his magic intensity, it would become magic for lighting cigarettes for people.

"You can rest assured," Luvishiel nodded with certainty.

She decided to let Ranch personally display his academic achievements to his father to bring the most shocking impact.

"Do you have any other wishes?" Luvishiel asked caringly.

Noe thought for a while.

"Our family has always been devotees of the Goddess of Fate, but only Ranch has never believed in gods since he was a child... How I once hoped that he could work in a church and get along well with the clergy. What a harmonious scene that would be." The old father said as if praying to the goddess.

"Then you are going to enjoy it today," Luvishiel said with a smile.

Passing through this tree-lined path, they had arrived near Gera Memorial Square.

The clock face hanging high on the clock tower leisurely pointed to half past nine. The open-air giant screen surrounded by many teaching buildings was broadcasting the scene of today's Shadow World challenge to Ikrit Academy.

This weekend, the academy's vitality was more vigorous than any other day.

Passionate shouts surged like a tide in the wide stone-stepped square. The seats on the steps were already occupied by students, and the surrounding roads were no exception. People passing by seemed to be attracted by this force and stopped one after another, their eyes focused on the huge screen.

The open-air giant screen had already given a close-up of Ranch's Shadow World.

It was still the sanctuary on the ground floor of Lichtenstein Castle.

Reaching directly to the glass dome at the top of the castle, the morning sun was picturesque, and the golden veil flowed down, sprinkling on the marble floor, illuminating the magnificent dark stone-carved walls.

The giant pipe organ, nearly five stories high, occupied the entire back wall. The pipes intertwined, standing tall and elegantly curved, bathed in golden light and immersed in the simple and elegant wood color. The shapes and layers they arranged exuded an unspeakable sense of sacred solemnity.

When this light leaped in the air of the sanctuary, it dyed Ranch's figure into a bright silhouette.

Even if Ranch just smiled at the screen while standing on the stage, a kind of silent elegy seemed to be guiding people to get rid of the fog and head to the other shore of truth.

"Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work."

Finally, Ranch's voice sounded.

Speaking to the crowd in front of the screen.

Today, he was wearing a well-organized suit, as if holding a press conference for everyone.

"Today, we will create history together."

At the same time, under the transportation of three clergymen, a square wooden coffin with a brown oak shell and an iron core, two meters long and two meters wide, was pushed out.

It sat quietly in the center of the sanctuary. Its appearance was decorated with fine carvings and paintings, revealing an artistic atmosphere of a mysterious region. The coffin was painted with gods and various symbolic patterns. The colors were deep, but the lines were still clearly visible, showing the superb skills of the craftsmen.

"Design is not just what it looks like and feels like. Design is how it works."

Ranch continued in that steady and calm voice.

The picture switched.

With the help of the clergy's display, the camera gradually focused on the coffin they placed in the church—

Only to see two coffins, placed side by side, tightly next to each other.

But there was only one sliding coffin lid shared between the two coffins.

The vampires lying inside had been mummified and completely fixed, with not even a finger able to move, and only two straws inserted into their mouths respectively.

"Your body may have turned into dust, but your spirit will never disappear, just like the pyramids will always stand under the scorching sun, and your existence will always be engraved in our memories. I pray, let your soul shine forever under the protection of the Sun God."

First of all, after a prayer from the priest, he closed the left coffin, blocking Viscount Augustine.

Count Palokas in the coffin on the right was exposed to the sun projected by the glass dome.

At this time, the mummy Palokas Pharaoh on the right began to blow air desperately into the straw.

According to the built-in air tank mechanical device in the coffin, the coffin lid gradually slid to the right.

Until the coffin on the right was covered, the air tank connected to the straw on the right was also blocked at the same time.

And the undead zombie Augustine, who was originally lying in the left coffin, was exposed to the sun because the coffin lid was moved away, and began to struggle in pain. He also immediately blew air, trying to move the coffin lid to his side.

So the coffin lid slid to the left again.

At that time, the air tank on the left was blocked, the air tank on the right was opened, and Palokas in the coffin on the right could blow air again, moving the coffin lid back to the right.

As the sunlight shone on these two ancient wooden coffins, the light seemed to give them new life, and the golden streamers leaped on the coffin, breaking the original stable color of the coffin, and the patterns became more vivid and radiant, and the silence in the church was also broken by faint howls.

Viscount Augustine and Count Palokas became zombies and mummies in this way, lying in the coffin on the left and right, constantly taking turns to grab the coffin lid.

"Each time, only when the coffin lid is completely closed on one side will the air tank on the other side be opened, allowing the coffin lid to move again."

Ranch smiled and spread his hands on the screen, introducing this dark duel,

"This is the Solar Energy Merit Machine developed by our company. Just capture two members of the blood clan, and you can let them continuously help each other, send sunlight to each other, while the starter can accumulate merit and produce pure natural energy, protect the environment, and prevent global warming."

……

Ikrit Academy, Gera Memorial Square.

It was terribly quiet.

For this era, Ranch's design concept was still too advanced.

(End of this chapter)