Hannibal, dressed impeccably, chased out and stood by the side of the public coach. The doctor watched Jason with a smile. Jason replied with a smile: As the doctor saw Jason smile, he had prepared to board. However, when Jason spoke, he was taken aback. By the time the doctor came to his senses, the public coach had already set off. Watching the receding coach, the doctor couldn’t help but shake his head. Not angry in the slightest. Then, Jason entered the academy without any obstruction. Moreover, along the way, the female pastry chef greeted everyone she encountered with a smile. “I burned down the culinary classroom, but the principal and teachers here didn’t ask me to compensate, so after I learned how to make pastries, I would sometimes bring some for everyone.” The female pastry chef explained. Jason nodded, then used his “Death Perception” to look around. St. Mungo’s Academy covered an extremely large area. Beyond the main teaching buildings, library, and dormitory buildings, the sports field was divided into several areas. There was even a horse field. In order to conserve physical strength, Jason couldn’t maintain “Death Perception” at all times, he could only glance once wherever he went, but unfortunately, there was no death energy anywhere, everything was normal. The female pastry chef noticed Jason’s behavior. But she didn’t find it odd in the slightest. No need for too much. “The ‘Philosophy’ club is in Building 2, the old teaching building.” “It’s shared with other clubs.” As they passed a dormitory building, the female pastry chef pointed to a six-story building not far away. Jason followed the direction the female pastry chef was pointing in. Like before, he found nothing. There wasn’t even the hint of death energy, let alone a corpse. “Shall we go in and have a look?” “I can ask someone from the student council to give us a tour inside.” The female pastry chef said. Since he had come all this way, it would be ideal to be able to go inside for a look. After Jason nodded, the female pastry chef led him towards the academy’s horse field. Clip-clop, clip-clop. Before they got close, Jason could hear the clear sound of horse hooves. It was not one or two horses, but a dozen or so running at once. The crisp snap of wooden lances breaking. As they turned a corner, Jason saw a troupe of knights charging at each other. They were in full armor, including faceplates, carrying four-meter-long wooden lances; they spaced themselves thirty meters apart, then charged at each other, lances aimed straight at their opponent’s vital points. The sound of impact, the sound of lances breaking. Knight after knight fell to the ground. If Jason had not confirmed that this place was a comprehensive academy on his way here, he would have thought he had arrived at a military camp. And not just any camp, but one of the more elite nobility’s camps. Because ordinary military camps could not afford so many horses, nor would they willingly waste so many lances. Jason and the female pastry chef stood at a distance from the horse field. However, they could see each other clearly. After another charge, one of the victors reined in his steed, turned around, and removed his helmet. A curly-haired girl with brown hair, single eyelids, and eyes brimming with boundless energy. The other party excitedly waved her arm at the female pastry chef, then spurred her horse towards her. The female pastry chef responded. She didn’t dodge, because she trusted the other’s riding skills. Tedi also trusted her riding skills. About three meters away from the female pastry chef, Tedi finally pulled the reins, prepared to stop. But the horse that was usually well-controlled suddenly became disobedient and continued to surge forward.