The Dean Has Arrived

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

The windows in the room that took up most of the walls were hidden by thick velvet curtains, and there was no light.

The fire in the fireplace was not too strong either. The unknown wood was burning and crackled at the same time, causing the flame to sway constantly, adding a sense of unreality to the originally illusory fire.

The owner of the room was motionless as if he had fallen asleep on a velvet cushion. Only the unclosed eyes on his wrinkled face still proved that he was still awake, and the gray-haired old man stared blankly like that. The magic ink exuding magnificent colors under the light of the fire and a badge still stained with blood beside it.

A thin layer of dust has accumulated on the large mahogany table, and the owner of the room can clean it up with a single wave of his finger, but now it is clear that the other party has no mood to do that.

"Okay, Sharman. I know you are still blaming yourself for Pierce's death, but there is no way. No one can predict that the famous Green family will be captured by those monsters, and there is no wind. Flow out..."

"No, all this is indeed my fault."

Old Sharman's voice was hoarse, his right hand trembling and stroking the badge: "The Green family had some weird actions before, but I didn't care...My negligence killed my best friend and accompanied me for half. Pierce for more than a century."

"Don't be like Sharman, no matter how much you blame yourself. Pierce will never come back."

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

"No, I'm just an old antique living in the last century. The person who will be the most dazzling in this century, I am afraid that has appeared in our vision..." Old Sharman didn't get Mrs. Quilin's tea, but used a robe. Sleeves wiped his eyes, and leaned tremblingly on the chair: "The era has moved to the next intersection. There is no stage for us old guys."

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

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

"If it weren't for that little guy, I'm afraid Pierce would have died. It would be driven by those monsters. His noble personality would be insulted intolerably."

The old man sighed.

"Although that little guy took this opportunity to give us a lot of benefits..."

The old woman smiled softly: "In addition, what you said was heard by Charlie. He will definitely oppose the'Pierce's noble personality'... He and Pierce were not on the right track from the beginning."

"No, you are wrong with Querlin, that is a manifestation of their friendship. After Pierce died. Charlie left Hohenheim to search for the traces and clues of those monsters. For Pierce's death, he was the most among us. The sad one-although he will never show up in front of us." Old Sharman shook his head, and his face finally improved: "Speaking of which, Quilin, what's the matter with you here today? My head Although it's not very useful anymore, I also know that a cup of honey tea won't bother you, the great magician, to send it."

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

Seeing that the old man seemed to be refreshed, the old woman took out a plate of biscuits from her hat again: "Would you like some cookies? I haven't baked this favorite snack of childhood for twenty 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 furnishings appeared across the table: "I'm also very interested to hear what amazing behavior our funny kid has done."

"His previous sky academy that alarmed the entire Eastern Plains is missing."

Mrs. Quirin got on the chair, took out a small plate of cookies and a cup of fragrant black tea, brought the hat back to her gray hair, and began to report what she knew to the last person in front of her. The greatest magician of the century: "It is said to have disappeared suddenly. However, the teachers of Huolian Academy seem to have been notified long ago, so they are not panicked."

"Is it teleporting a large object at a long distance?" Old Sharman frowned immediately: "Apart from the magic ship of the Green family, the "Langanir Green", is there any other magic that can be transmitted in large volumes ?"

"Our people have heard that there is a portal to the missing Magic Academy at Huolian Academy, but they have not seen the real thing yet, so they are not sure if it is a rumor."

The old woman took a sip of black tea elegantly. Even though she had given up her noble surname, the old woman still retained the graceful behavior that was carved into her bones in her childhood.

"If that's the case, it is indeed a great improvement for human beings... If you can confirm that this information is true, let people try to negotiate with that little guy to see if he is willing to send the magic message. Sell ​​it to us." Old Sharman also took a sip of honey tea. The sweet taste made the old man stretch his brows: "Of course, the premise is that we can find him."

"Don't worry about that."

Mrs. Quirin stood up, walked to the window, opened the heavy curtains, and let the outside sunlight project into the small room: "Because he has been haunting Morag recently."

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

"He built a new academy there, an academy that is nothing less than the Sky Academy, and even more of 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 magical school of magic.

"So that's it." The old man put down the empty cup, squinted his eyes, bathed in the warm winter sun, and looked out the window together: "If this is the case, this time I will go to Molag by myself. I also want to see with my own eyes the miracle that little guy has created..." (To be continued...)