Mrs. Quilean opened the wooden door, and the stale smell and the burnt smell of firewood gushed out of the small room.

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

The fire in the fireplace is not too strong. The unknown wood makes crackling sounds while burning, causing the flames to sway, adding a bit of unreality to the already illusory firelight.

The owner of the room was motionless as if he was sitting on a velvet pad. Only the unclosed eyes on his wrinkled face still proved that he was still awake. The white-haired old man stared at the magic ink radiating magnificent colors under the flames and a badge next to him that was still stained with blood.

A thin layer of dust had accumulated on the wide mahogany desktop. Usually, the owner of the room could clean it up with just a wave of his finger, but now it was obvious that the other party had no mood to do that.

"Okay, Shaman. I know you're still blaming Pierce for his death, but there's nothing I can do about it. No one could have expected that the famous Green family would be captured by those monsters, and there was no sound of the wind to flow out..."

"No, it's all my fault."

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

"Don't do this, even if you blame yourself, Pierce will not come back."

The old man sighed, took off his pointed wizard hat, took out a cup of steaming tea from it, and handed it to the old man whose eyes were covered with turbid tears: "Now drink some bee-smile tea and have a good rest. Even the greatest magician of this century, you are still just a human."

"No, I'm just living in the old antiques of the last century. The person who will be the most dazzling in this century may have appeared in our vision..." Old Shaman did not succeed Mrs. Quilean's tea, but wiped his eyes with his robe sleeve and sat tremblingly on the chair: "The times have come to the next intersection. There is no stage for us old guys there."

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

Mrs. Quilin placed the bee-fried tea in front of the old man. She was destroyed by the years and could not see the charm of the past. A kind smile appeared on her face: "It is true that she has been running around, giving people a feeling of energeticity, which is not comparable to you and me."

"If it weren't for that little guy, even if Pierce died, he would have been insulted by the monsters."

The old man sighed.

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

The old man showed a soft smile: "In addition, what Charlie heard about you, he will definitely object to 'Pearce's noble personality'... He and Pierce had a wrong fight from the beginning."

"No, you were wrong Quelin, that was a manifestation of their friendship. After Pierce's death, Charlie left Hornheim to search for traces and clues of those monsters. For Pierce's death, he was the saddest of us-although he would never show it in front of us." Old Shaman shook his head, and his face finally improved a little: "Speaking of it, Quelin, are you doing something about here today? Although my head is not very useful, I also know that a cup of bee-sick tea will not bother you, the great magician, to give it to you."

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

Seeing that the old man seemed to be cheering up a little, the old man took out a plate of cookies from his hat: "Do you want some sweet cakes? I haven't baked this favorite snack when I was a child for twenty years."

"I'm so honored, although I'm not very confident in my teeth... By the way, please sit down and enjoy this rich afternoon tea with me."

The old man bounced his fingers, and a mahogany soft chair that matched the room was very well-equipped, appeared opposite the table: "I'm also very interested in listening to what amazing actions our interesting child did."

"The Sky Academy, which had shocked the entire eastern plains before him, disappeared."

Mrs. Kuilin got on the chair, took out a small plate of cookies and a cup of fragrant black tea, and brought the hat back to her gray hair, and began to report what she knew to the greatest magician of the last century: "It is said that it disappeared suddenly. However, the teachers of Huoli'an Academy seemed to have been notified long ago, so they were not panicked."

"Is there a large object teleportation at a long distance?" Old Shaman immediately frowned: "In addition to the magic ship of the Green family, "Langer Green", there are other magical magic ships that can be teleported in large volumes?"

"Our people heard that there is a portal at Huoli'an Academy that can access the missing magic academy, but they have not seen the real thing yet, so they are not sure if it is a rumor."

The old man sipped a small sip of black tea gracefully. Even though he had given up his noble surname, the old man still retained the elegant behavior that was carved into his bones in his childhood.

"If that is the case, it is indeed a great progress for humans... If we can confirm that this information is true, please try to negotiate with that little guy and see if he is willing to sell us the information of magic transmission." Old Shaman also took a sip of Bee Fan Tea, and the sweet taste made the old man relax: "Of course, the premise is that we can find his words."

“No need to worry about this.”

Mrs. Quirin stood up, walked to the window, opened the heavy curtains, and cast the sunlight outside into the small house: "Because he has been in Morag recently."

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

"He built a new academy there, an academy that is no less than the Sky Academy, and even more like a wonder." The old man looked out the window, as if he wanted to see the magical magic academy in Morag thousands of miles away.
Chapter completed!