"Running around at other people's homes is this the upbringing that the highest seat in the Mage Council should have!"

Fitt, who had not had time to leave the room, looked dissatisfied and asked the elderly gentleman in an aggressive tone.

"I just want to meet Mr. Adrick, a junior who created miracles, as soon as possible."

The other party was not embarrassed at all because of the ghost girl's bad tone. She looked at the person and ghost in the room with the old man's exclusive kind smile on her face.

"In half a year, from a primary magician to a great magician... This terrifying speed is outstanding even in human history."

He sat on the sofa, shook his hat with snowflakes in his hand: "Is there a hat stand here?"

“You don’t actually need to wear that serious”

Sivi waved at Fite and asked the ghost girl to go down first. Although Fite was also a great magician during his lifetime, his strength dropped sharply after his death. She was too simple to face an old fox like Sharman.

At the same time, on the wooden floor beside the sofa, a small tree without leaves slowly grew up and finally turned into a clothes hanger.

This is also a way for Sivi to demonstrate. In fact, even as a great magician, he is not like a wood elves who can control the growth of plants casually. Only by relying on his complete control over the academy can he do this.

After the little ghost pouting, he was reluctant to dive from the floor, Xiwei regained his face to face the few old man in front of him who could bring him a lot of pressure.

"Is that true? Then I'll just relax a little bit."

The old man seemed to have no idea about Siwei's demonstration, hung the gentleman's hat on the hanger, gently pulled the corner of his clothes, and folded it, and changed his energetic formal outfit into a pure white loose robe similar to Siwei.

"It's almost time to get to the point"

Xiwei didn't care whether the other party's instant dressing was considered a counterattack against him. He leaned on his chin and looked at the old man: "I wonder why Lord Shaman came to our academy without notice in advance?"

"No, you misunderstood." The old man looked up at Xiwei. The kind smile on his face that had not changed for thousands of years made Xiwei unable to guess what the other party was thinking: "Because you must first go to other places in the Eastern Plain to confirm some things, and finally decide whether to visit you now."

"So I just came with it?"

Xiwei secretly speculated about the other party's intention to say this, and at the same time tried not to reveal his thoughts on his face.

Don't you just like to cover up and play riddles? Even if I can't guess, don't think you can see through my trump card so easily

"Of course not." Facing Xiwei, it seemed like a questioning word. The old man smiled and easily said: "I just think that if it is not necessary, if you want to visit your college, you should do enough etiquette. It is better to meet solemnly on formal occasions."

"In other words, you are leaving Hornheim this time and you are worth notifying me now?"

Naturally, Xiwei would not take the other party's words seriously, but he also used the old man's words to lead the topic to his own interests. Then he remembered what the vampire princess said before, so he added: "Is it the devil king of some mythological era about to appear?"

"I wonder if Mr. Adrick has seen such or similar things before he talks about this?"

The old man avoided answering Xiwei's questions and took out something that Xiwei felt very familiar to her.

It was a cone-shaped object that was like a pair of pyramids as big as a palm.

Although the color is different from the one taken from the body of Sweeping and Behemoth of the Rock, from the external pattern style, it should be the same type of thing.

"I did see it a few days ago." Xiwei first confirmed it ambiguously, and then asked the old man: "I don't know what this is?"

This is not a conversation technique, but he is really curious about the origin of this kind of thing

The unheard of Storm, the unheard of the Storm, Yasheng Behemoth, who was worshipped by some sub-ethnic tribes as demigods, should not exist in the body of the body of the Yasheng Behemoth, the core should be mountain runestones or wilderness runestones, but Yasheng Behemoth, who was defeated by Teo, did not have that precious natural magic item at all, and replaced it with this strange thing...

Apart from these two strange cones, the only one that Xiwei has seen is probably the legendary war reappearing in the legendary war of the Tower of Sharpening.

It was also the concerns about those monsters that made Xiwei always want to figure out what these conical objects were now with a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so he naturally couldn't help but ask.

While sighing in his heart that he was still too young and unable to calm down, Siwei was waiting for the old man Shaman to answer his doubts.

"Actually, I don't know the essence of these things."

However, the old man Shaman's words broke his void

Damn, since you don't know, don't look so mysterious

But it's normal to think about it. Even Xiwei, who owns a copy of the Sea of ​​Kradyk, who has an unlimited collection of books, cannot find the origin of this kind of thing. The chances of the Seven Stars Mage Association just happening to have relevant documents are too small.

"However, I have heard my teacher talk about some of the mottos passed down from generation to generation in the Masters' Council."

Old man Shaman, who was breathing heavily, admired Siwei's expression with satisfaction, and continued: "One of them is very similar to the current situation."

“…”

Because she felt that she was being cowarded by the other party, Xiwei decided not to agree with the other party for the time being.

Anyway, according to the current situation, the old man will definitely say it in the end

"Mr. Adrick, do you know where I found this thing in my hand?"

Seeing that Xiwei didn't want to pay attention to him, the old man continued to ask with a smile

"…In the monster's body?"

After looking at the other party for more than ten seconds, Xiwei still surrendered first, and based on his own experience, he guessed casually.

"Right or not"

I don’t know if it’s a temperamental relationship. Although the old man still had an unchanged smile on his face, Xiwei felt that ‘the other party finally got serious’

"This one, Lao Chen, took it out of Hai."

"Hai?" Xiwei frowned

"That's right, I have life, like a monster." The old man stood up and shook the corner of his clothes. There was a jingle sound, and dozens of cones of different colors fell to the ground from his robe: "In addition, there are lava flows with life, thunderstorms with life, and stratumoclase clouds with life..."

Xiwei looked at the cone on the ground in surprise, and something seemed to flash through his mind.

His two cones, one was obtained from the storm that possessed life, and the other was obtained from the body of Yansheng Behemoth

As a demigod, Bethimus, the Yansheng, is in charge of earthquakes, landslides and landfall... In other words, even if it is regarded as a land disaster of possession, it is impossible.

"It seems you realize it too."
Chapter completed!