The Dean Has Arrived

The weather is getting hotter and hotter. Even Hohenhaig, which has the most developed magic technology in the Eastern Plains...well, maybe the word 'original' must be added to this title now... As the headquarters of Qiyao Mage Association, there are also many magicians starting at this moment. I resented the heavy robe.

Only a few mage towers equipped with climate-regulating magic, and magicians who are willing to add temperature-regulating magic to their robes (which costs a lot of money), can live safely.

Of course, magicians from poor families also have their own tricks...for example, find a friend who can cast ice magic, ask him to freeze some large ice cubes, and then send him back to his mage tower to cool off.

Although this will make the mage tower get wet, it's still better than fainting from heat stroke in your own mage tower, right?

As the current president of Qiyao Master Association, Old Man Shaman obviously does not belong to the category of poor people.

But at this moment, he looked like an ordinary old country man, with his robe half untied, soaking his withered feet in a tub full of ice, with a contented expression.

The temperature in the room he was in was not much lower than outside, and it was even a little hotter. Coupled with the piles of thick documents on the long table, just looking at them makes people feel like they are about to suffocate.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that the elderly choose this more stimulating way to cool down.

The door to the room opened with a creak, and Mrs. Quilin came in.

The elderly woman seemed stunned by the heat wave in the room. She was stunned for a long time and then frowned: "Sharman, I think you should turn on the constant temperature array in the room. Now you Both your body and energy are no longer what they were when you were young. For the sake of your health..."

"For the sake of my health. That's why I won't open that magic circle."

Shaman waved his hand and interrupted Mrs. Quilin: "Recently, some academic magicians have conducted research and said that staying in a constant-temperature space is not good for the body and cannot adapt to the outside temperature."

"But... forget it, I guess I can't convince you as a valuation guy... You have been like this since the beginning." The old woman sighed. Then she started to talk about the main topic of why she came here specially: "I have bad news and worse news here. Which one do you want to hear first?"

"...I choose death."

"Let's start with the bad news."

"..."

Ignoring the old man's awkward words, the old lady began to talk about the news that had just reached her ears.

"We found Sharon... to be precise, we found her body in a gnoll altar in the northern hills. The gnoll priests cut her body into pieces of flesh, you know, those evil creatures believe in The evil god likes flesh and blood full of magical power." At this point. Even Mrs. Quilin, who was used to seeing life and death, was a little sad: "The explorer who found the body thought that Sharon must have exhausted her magic power in a fierce battle with the orc army, and then she was killed by the gnoll tribe... What a poor little guy. , if she doesn’t die, maybe she will be able to break through that shackles after a while and embark on the path of legend..."

"It's such bad news that I'm not even in the mood for afternoon tea... What's even worse is that there's bad news after that."

Sharman was also a little sad. He once mentored Sharon Lange, the great royal mage of the Horlian Empire. Although the relationship was not a master-disciple relationship in name only, there was still some affection.

"The second bad news is that the Fengkou Plateau above the Western Continent Cliff has confirmed that the last major event has created a road to the world outside the Eastern Plains. Although it is occasionally affected by strong winds, the road is basically stable. Down."

Quilin said slowly.

"Although we humans have settled in the Eastern Plains for hundreds or even thousands of years, we are a race born in Middle-earth. I think it is not a bad thing to have a road for us to go to our original homeland."

Old Man Shaman said in a deep voice.

"If that's all. Of course I won't say it's bad news - the problem is that this time we sent an exploration team composed of three high-level magicians. Thirty-two mid-level magicians are in After passing the Fengkou Plateau, they lost contact with us. What's even worse is that all the silver soul lamps they left here have been extinguished, and it is almost confirmed that they have all been sacrificed."

"You mean, are there any deadly existences on the other side of the Fengkou Plateau?"

Old man Shaman stopped reviewing documents. He looked up at Mrs. Quilin.

"That's right, and it's the type that can't even be reported. It will kill you quickly."

The old lady nodded and said with confirmation.

"So what are you going to do?" Old Man Shaman continued to ask.

"Relying on our Mage Association alone is not a solution... The number of magicians is limited. They are the most precious resource. Too many casualties will shake our foundation. Originally, those big countries have been a little displeased with us recently." The old lady said softly. .

"About this," the old man raised his hand to interrupt Mrs. Quilin's words: "The original cause was the Elder Council, but now the Council of Elders has retreated, and is also being restrained by Adric College. Both of them have disappeared inexplicably. , it is estimated that the Council of Elders will not be able to continue to stir up trouble in a short period of time... maybe after a period of time, even the Council of Councilors will no longer exist. Because of this, the attitude of the King's Council towards us has rapidly improved recently. "

"You have quite a lot of confidence in that little guy."

Of course, Mrs. Quilin was referring to Xi Wei.

"It's not so much confidence, but rather... forget it, it's nothing."

Old Man Shaman sighed. The news that Xi Wei had become a legend has not spread to the streets. Naturally, he is one of the few people who know about it.

He always felt a little uncomfortable when such a young guy easily crossed the hurdle that he had never been able to overcome in his life.

"All in all, Mr. Ge is no match for that kid. There is no doubt about it." Shaking his head and throwing aside the unrealistic thoughts, Old Man Shaman continued: "If you don't want to cause too many casualties while exploring the west. If so, we can only get the Magic Academy or several other forces to work together, but in this way we may not necessarily be able to obtain the greatest benefits from land reclamation."

"It is not unacceptable to give up some uncertain interests." Quilin was more open-minded: "It's just that the candidates for cooperation need to be carefully selected."

"No problem. Isn't there an event recently where you can see the details of the major magic academies?"

"You mean..." Mrs. Kuilin touched her chin thoughtfully: "Mojin Examination?" (To be continued)