Glenn Long Aotian Stallion Croft, a man who was supposed to die, actually appeared here intact.

Glenn spotted Ilsa in the crowd at a glance. He raised the corners of his lips, raised his legs and walked towards her direction.

Ilsa was so shocked that her pupils were shaking: "!!!"

"What happened?! Isn't he dead? I burned him to ashes!" She asked Shen Nian urgently in her mind.

"You did kill him, we confirmed this at the time." Shen Nian's gentle and ethereal voice was full of uncertainty for the first time, "Logically speaking, he should be dead..."

"Yes! Who is the person walking towards me now?!"

Just when Ilsa was shocked, Glenn had already arrived in front of her. He raised a confident smile to Ilsa, completely without the restraint when they first met.

There is even some faint ambiguity.

"Ilsa, good morning, we meet again. Did you have a good rest last night?"

Ilsa: "Last night?"

What does his knowing attitude mean? Is he deliberately testing her?

"Yes, didn't we take a walk together last night?" Glenn came slightly closer, his voice deliberately lowered showing uncontrollable joy, "The moonlight was so beautiful at that time."

Ilsa: “…??”

It seems like...there's something wrong?

She looked at the other person's expression of budding love, and gradually realized that things were out of her control.

From the look on Glenn's face, it didn't look like he was faking it. He didn't seem to remember anything about his murder, and he even really thought that he and Ilsa had spent a wonderful night.

It's like the protagonist of the game is loading the file all over again...

"Yeah, it's a beautiful night." Ilsa followed his words, but Constantine interrupted them again unhappily.

"Don't be too close, we're not familiar with you."

Glenn: "..."

Nina retorted angrily: "What did you say, you idiot? Stop being so sentimental, who wants to get close to you?"

Constantine looked at Glenn and sneered: "Then tell me, what is he doing?"

Nina: "You!"

Glenn smiled awkwardly and stopped his sister who wanted to come forward to argue.

He also wants to leave a good impression of extraordinary magnanimity in front of the beauty he likes, and he must not lose his temper here.

However, Ilsa was so shocked at this time that she had no intention of dealing with them. Fortunately, several instructors happened to come to the stage, and all the students suddenly became quiet. Ilsa took the opportunity to smile apologetically to Glenn: "The ceremony has begun, no.

Sorry, let’s chat later.”

Glenn saw the beauty smiling at him, and his unhappiness immediately dissipated: "Okay."

After saying that, he nodded and took Nina to stand aside.

Seeing Glenn out of her sight, Ilsa couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Her face remained calm, but in her heart she was coldly asking about her spiritual thoughts.

"What the hell is going on? You'd better give me a satisfactory answer."

"Don't worry, we'll start looking for the cause now and we'll get back to you soon." Her mind was also affected by her low pressure, leaving these words behind and disappeared from her mind.

Ilsa quickly calmed down her emotions, and then turned her attention to the stage together with the freshmen around her.

The instructors stood in a row and knocked on the magic instrument on the stage. A silver halo instantly flowed out like water, dividing the entire venue into three completely enclosed barriers.

"Today is the first day of formal admission for students. I believe you already know that you will be divided into departments here and have a one-on-one test with the examiner. Those who pass can successfully enter the department of their choice. On the contrary,

Those who fail will have to enter the department that suits you based on the examiner’s judgment.”

"So, time is running out, students, please start choosing your favorite departments now!"

The crowd immediately began to move, and Ilsa walked unswervingly towards the magic camp according to her original plan.

When Constantine saw this, he immediately followed him, but was stopped by Lester Shiran: "Where are you going?"

Constantine said matter-of-factly: "I'm with Ilsa."

"You are not suitable for the legal system, so you should just go over there." Lester's eyes turned away, focusing on the sparsely populated physical arts camp.

"Why should I go there?" Constantine refused, "It's up to you to go, stay away from Ilsa and me!"

Lester smiled, and a faint arrogance appeared on the face of the beautiful and unruly young man.

"Do you need to compare? I am still very confident in terms of magic."

Ilsa glanced at him in surprise. Unexpectedly, Lester at this period was much more arrogant and sharp than he was as an adult. It was hard to imagine that a person like him could be so young and frivolous.

It seems that he is also cute.

When Constantine heard this, he sneered disdainfully: "Okay, what are you betting on?"

"Well, let me think about it..." Lester held his chin, thinking seriously, "How about this way, the winner can have Ilsa all to himself for a day?"

Ilsa:???

I'm sorry, she was wrong. Perverts are indeed perverts, and no matter how cute they look on the outside, they won't change on the inside.

She was speechless about this bargaining chip, but Constantine's fighting spirit was instantly ignited. He clenched his fists, and a burning flame ignited in his cat-like golden eyes: "Okay, it's settled!"

Ilsa: Hello? Why is it settled? You haven't got my consent yet!

She was too lazy to accompany these two people to toss, and raised her hands to push them to both sides, "Compete as much as you like, don't drag me into it. I'm going in to see the examiner now, you two can do it yourself."

After saying that, she turned around and walked towards the spell examination area separated by a silver halo.

Constantine quickly stopped her: "Hey, Ilsa..."

Ilsa didn't respond to him, and steadily came to the entrance of the examination area. The silver light acting as an isolation zone swayed gently like water ripples the moment she reached out and touched it, and then her figure disappeared in this dense atmosphere.

It turned into a phantom in the halo and gradually disappeared.

"She really doesn't take you seriously." Lester mocked unceremoniously.

Constantine looked gloomy: "Get out."

In the darkness, Ilsa slowly opened her eyes.

There is nothing but endless darkness. Is this the venue for a one-on-one assessment?

But why is she alone? Where is the examiner?

Ilsa stood there, wondering to herself, when an old voice suddenly sounded in the darkness: "Your Majesty, you are finally here."

"Blake?"

Ilsa immediately identified who the owner of the voice was. She looked in the direction of the voice, and sure enough, she saw the elegant and loving old man emerging in front of her little by little, "Are you the examiner of this spell assessment?"

"No, I'm waiting for you here specially." Blake saluted respectfully to Ilsa.

Waiting for her specially...is there something important that needs to be told to her as soon as possible? Or is it related to Long Aotian's resurrection from the dead?

Ilsa couldn't help but be surprised. She quickly went through all the possibilities and corresponding countermeasures in her heart, then adjusted the curvature of the corners of her mouth, and when she raised her face again, she had already put on a perfect and elegant smile like a god's statue.

"Please speak," she said politely.

Blake stood up slowly and said calmly: "That's it. On the day I returned my divine power to you, Lord Silius noticed that my divine power was failing. Because he was concerned about my condition, he already

He arrived here and met with me. He sensed an abnormality in your spirit body and was worried that the academy would be in danger, so I took the opportunity to inform him of your arrival."

Silius...oh, the god of sun rays who shares the statue with her?

Ilsa vaguely remembered this beloved demigod, and then understood what Black meant.

"So what you're saying is that you want to arrange for me to meet him?"

Blake lowered his head deeply: "As expected of you, no old idea can escape you."

This flattery has passed.

Ilsa covered her lips and coughed, and a layer of water-like lines appeared in the surrounding air. As if she had detected something, she put away her power, frowned and smiled: "It seems that he has been waiting here for a long time."

"Nothing can be hidden from You, who is all-knowing and all-powerful."

Blake slowly raised his hand, and wherever his robe brushed, the darkness disappeared from bottom to top like a bubble, and the surrounding area gradually turned into brilliant light like the sky at dawn.

Blake moved a step to the left to clear a space in front of Ilsa.

A piece of pure white and clean clothes appeared quietly at the junction of darkness and light, revealing a holy glimmer. Ilsa looked up along the hem of the clothes, and an extremely beautiful human figure slowly emerged from the light.

Ilsa narrowed her eyes subconsciously.

This is a slender and graceful young man wearing a white robe and a golden crown. The upper half of his face is covered by a sun-shaped solid gold mask that is as bright and dazzling as a glow. His straight and smooth golden hair is more beautiful than gold.

It should be dazzling and hang down to the ground.

Although his complete face cannot be seen, judging from the smooth and soft jawline exposed under the mask, this must be a stunning beauty.

He is worthy of being the "God of Sunlight".

He really deserves this title.

Ilsa stared at him silently, her eyes as gentle and peaceful as ever. She was the supreme goddess, the superior of the person in front of her, and she didn't need to bother breaking the silence either emotionally or rationally.
To be continued...