The Dean Has Arrived

Mrs. Quirin pushed open the wooden door, and the stale smell and the smell of burning firewood spewed out from the small room together.

The windows that occupied most of the walls in the room were covered by thick velvet curtains, unable to reveal a ray of light.

The fire in the fireplace was not too hot, and the unknown wood made a crackling sound while burning, making the flames flickering constantly, adding a sense of unreality to the already somewhat illusory firelight.

The owner of the room remained motionless as if he had fallen asleep on the velvet cushion, only the pair of unclosed eyes on his wrinkled face proved that he was still awake, and the white-haired old man just stared blankly at him. It is wearing magic ink that exudes magnificent colors under the light of the fire and a badge still stained with blood next to it.

A thin layer of dust had already accumulated on the large mahogany tabletop. Usually, the owner of the room could clean it up with just a wave of his finger, but now the other party obviously didn't even have the mood to do that.

"Okay, Sharman. I know you're still blaming yourself for Pierce's death, but there's nothing you can do about it. No one could have predicted that the famous Green family would be captured by those monsters, and there wasn't even a little wind of it. flow out..."

"No, it's all really my fault."

Old Sharman's voice was hoarse, and his right hand trembled as he stroked the badge: "The Green family had some weird behaviors before, but I didn't pay attention...My negligence killed my best friend and accompanied me for half a year. Pierce of the century."

"Don't be like Sharman, no matter how much you blame yourself. Pierce will not come back."

The old woman sighed, took off her pointy wizard hat, took out a cup of steaming tea from it, and handed it to the old man with cloudy tears in her eyes: "Now drink some bee tea and take a good rest." .Even if you are the greatest magician of this century, you are still only a human being."

"No, I'm just an old antique who lived in the last century. I'm afraid the most dazzling person in this century has already appeared in our field of vision..." Old Sharman didn't drink the tea from Mrs. Quillin, but used his robe Wiping his eyes with his sleeve, he leaned back on the chair tremblingly: "The era has reached the next intersection. There is no stage for us old guys anymore."

"Are you talking about the little guy who has repeatedly performed miracles?"

Mrs. Quillin put the honey tea in front of the old man. A kind smile appeared on the face that was devastated by the years and couldn't see the charm of the past: "It is true that I have been running around, giving people a feeling of energy, which is not comparable to that of you and me."

"If it wasn't for that little guy, I'm afraid that even if Pierce died, it would still be driven by those monsters. His noble personality would be unbearably insulted."

The old man sighed.

"Although that little guy also took this opportunity to extort a lot of benefits from us..."

The old lady showed a gentle smile: "Besides, if Charlie heard what you said, he would definitely object to 'Pierce's noble personality'... He and Pierce were wrong from the very beginning."

"No, you're wrong Quinlin, that's a sign of friendship between the two of them. After Pierce died, Charlie left Hohenheim to search for traces and clues of those monsters. Regarding Pierce's death, he was the last among us A sad one—although he will never show it in front of us." The old Shaman shook his head, and his face finally became better: "Speaking of it, Quilin, what are you doing here today? My head Although it is not very useful anymore, but I also know that a cup of honey tea will not bother you, a great magician, to send it."

"Of course it's also news about that little guy and his academy."

Seeing that the old man seemed to cheer up a little, the old lady took out a plate of biscuits from her hat again: "Would you like some cookies? I haven't baked this childhood favorite snack for 20 years. "

"Then I am really honored, although I am not very confident about my teeth... By the way, please sit down and enjoy this rich afternoon tea with me."

The old man flicked his fingers, and a mahogany soft chair that matched the room's furnishings appeared on the opposite side of the table: "I'm also very interested to hear what amazing moves our interesting kid has made."

"His former Sky Academy, which shocked the entire eastern plain, is missing."

Mrs. Quillin sat on the chair, and after taking out a small plate of cookies and a cup of fragrant black tea, she put the hat back on her gray hair, and began to report what she knew to the person in front of her. The greatest magician of the century: "It is said that he disappeared suddenly. However, the teachers of Hulian College seem to have been notified long ago, so they are not panicked."

"Long-distance teleportation of large objects?" Old Sharman frowned immediately: "Apart from the magic ship of the Green family's 'Langonier Green', is there any other magic capable of large-scale teleportation?" ?”

"Our people heard that there is a portal in Hulian Academy that can lead to the missing magic academy, but they haven't seen the real thing yet, so they are not sure if it is a rumor."

The old lady took a sip of black tea gracefully. Even though she had given up her noble surname, the old lady still retained the elegant behavior that was engraved in her bones when she was a child.

"If that's the case, it's indeed a big step forward for human beings... If it can be confirmed that this information is true, let someone try to negotiate with that little guy to see if he is willing to send the magic information Sell ​​it to us." Old Shaman also took a sip of Fengmi tea, the sweet taste made the old man stretch his brows: "Of course, the premise is that we can find his words."

"That's nothing to worry about."

Madam Quillin stood up, walked to the window, opened the heavy curtains, and let the sunlight from outside shine into the small room: "Because he has been haunting Morag recently."

"That plague city..." The old man sighed.

"He built a new academy there, one that is comparable to the Sky Academy, and even more like a spectacle." The old woman looked out the window, as if she wanted to see the one in Morag thousands of miles away Like the magic school of magic.

"I see." The old man put down his empty cup, squinted his eyes, bathed in the warm winter sun, and looked out the window together: "If that's the case, I'll go to Morag myself this time. I also want to see with my own eyes, the miracle created by that little guy..."! .