The Dean Has Arrived

"So that's it," the top level of the Hohenheim Masters Association, the strongest man in the modern age, Shaman nodded slowly to the uninvited guest in front of him: "We will interrogate him well."

Xiwei, who came here directly across the space, didn't say much, just let the sturdy human-shaped etheric creature around him throw the hapless mage to the ground, and still put his face on the ground...

Then Old Shaman picked up the rattle on the table and shook it gently.

Two heavily armed soldiers walked out of the oil painting on the wall and grabbed the hapless mage into the prison car in the painting. Then the prison car creaked and drove away slowly.

Xiwei observed curiously for a while before returning her attention to the old man.

The old man had already stopped his work and looked at Xiwei in his spare time.

"Do you know I have anything else I want to say?" Xiwei couldn't help asking curiously, looking at the old man who was listening at all times.

"The Sivi Adric that the old man knows is not the kind of person who would break into the old man's room without announcing it just for an insignificant fallen mage."

Old Sharman said with a smile.

"Maybe I just stopped by for a cup of coffee." Xiwei found a place in a room that wasn't too large and did it.

"That's really rude."

Old Sharman waved his old but still slender fingers.

Two white gloves floated from nowhere, and began to make a cup of coffee for Sivi.By the way, draw a very realistic portrait on the coffee...

Seeing that tough-looking guy, as if he had run out of the saviour set at the end of the century, Xiwei could only smile.

"Well, I do have other things." After sorting out his emotions, he shrugged, regardless of his evaluation of the other party, and asked straightforwardly: "I want to know, your Qi Yao Mage Association saves How many pre-migration ancient documents did you have?"

Let's talk about the forces with the longest history in the Eastern Plain.In addition to the indigenous people who have not yet formed a civilization, there are probably only the Mage Association and the Pure White Holy See. Even the King Council and these two giants are still far behind in terms of historical heritage.

Sooner or later, I will go to Middle-earth to find the piece of truth astronomy in the mouth of the ancient worm, but maybe this kind of thing is preserved inside the Mage Association, wouldn't it save a lot of trouble?

"There are indeed quite a few, but most of them have been sorted out from the big library, because of their age and fragile materials, they have fallen into the dilemma of being touched and destroyed...Before we think of a way to deal with it. I guess you are I can't see it anymore."

The old man replied concisely without covering up.

"Is there a document called Truth Astronomy?" Xiwei immediately asked: "If there is, I can take care of it and restore it for you."

"Truth Astronomy?... Oh. You mean the first epic." He asked casually without much hope.Unexpectedly, the other party actually recognized it, but he shook his head and shattered Xiwei's expectations: "How can we have the kind of legendary things that are older than the Book of Enoch."

"Well, it seems that the pure white church should not be there anymore... I still don't waste time."

Xiwei sighed in loss.

After all, if the Speaking Teachers Association had some energy before the Great Migration, the Pure White Church before the Great Migration was similar to the current Necessary Evil Church.It's just a little-known force, if it weren't for the prophecy of the saint, I am afraid that people's attention would really not fall on it.

"Then, the last thing to come this time."

Siwei cheered up and continued to say to the other party, "How is the search and rescue work at Shakespeare Minnick College?"

"It's a pity. Still no progress."

Old Sharman shook his head: "We transported nearly 50,000 meters of rope, but so far we have not been able to find the bottom of the sinkhole."

It's almost like a bottomless pit...

Xiwei murmured inwardly.

"But fortunately. So far, nothing else has happened there—except for a certain academy and a goblin."

Old Sharman said pointedly.

However, Sevi's cheeky passed the Will check easily, and these words did not affect him at all.

"I've met Black Shofar Cultists near the sinkhole before. No one knows what those lunatics want to do, but it is definitely not a good thing."

"Oh? What do you mean?"

Old Sharman asked with a smile.

"Starting from what the black shofar believers are doing now, investigate what they are doing recently."

Xiwei did not hesitate to say the answer that the other party expected.

——Timothyen Dark Alliance. Westland Cliff——

"You finally came...Azacher." The gloomy voice echoed in the dark room, and there was still an inexplicable pride in it.

At this time, the flask is no longer placed on the table randomly as before.

More than a dozen shackles made of special magic alloys tightly lock it to prevent the monster that is so big that it seems to overflow the flask at any time to escape.

Before the vampire eldest princess returned, only her deputy, Asacher, could break these shackles.

"So many days have passed... You should have already thought about it... Asacher."

Countless mouths grew on the black mud again, closing and closing, making disturbing sounds.

"You have the aptitude to become stronger...There is room to become stronger... Let go of all constraints... Embrace your own ambitions!"

"To shut up!"

Asacher yelled habitually.

Then he smacked his lips unhappily, his brows furrowed deeply, as if a fierce struggle was still in his heart.

However, over the past few times, his persistence has also been consumed by most.

"If you want to become stronger, what should you do?" He looked at the black mud that was getting more and more disgusting, and his face showed disgust: "First explain, if you want to grow stronger by eating your body , It is absolutely impossible for me to do that!"

"Don't be nervous... Drink part of my body... to gain part of my strength... That's what I did when I was weak..."

"Time goes by...I will slowly recover after the Demon King... Now there is no need for the oblique approach..."

"As long as you complete a small ritual...you will gain the power of the King of Styx...the power that can be equal to the one you admire..."

"Now... please swear..."

Outside the castle, a flash of lightning slashed across the sky, turning the darkness-shrouded world into whiteness, as if foreshadowing something is about to happen.

ps:

I still failed otz to make up the change, so let me delay it for another day...

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