"So that's it," the top level of the Hornheim Mage Association, the strongest old man Shaman, who is contemporary human, slowly nodded to the uninvited guest in front of him: "We will interrogate him well."

Sivi, who came here directly across the space, didn't say much, but just let the sturdy humanoid creature around him throw the unlucky mage to the ground, and he still put his face on the ground...

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

Two fully armed soldiers walked out of the oil painting on the wall and grabbed the unlucky mage into the prison van in the painting. Then the prison van made a squeaking sound and slowly drove away.

After observing with curiosity for a while, Siwei turned his attention back to the old man.

The old man had already stopped his work and looked at Xiwei leisurely.

"Do you know I have something else to say?" Xiwei couldn't help asking curiously as he looked at the old man's look at him at any time.

"The Severe Adrick I know is not the kind of person who will break into my room without notice just for a irrelevant fallen mage."

Old Shaman said with a smile.

"Maybe I'm just here to have a cup of coffee." Xiwei looked for a seat in the not-so-wide room and continued to do it.

"That's really rude."

Old Shaman waved his old but still slender fingers.

Two white gloves floated from nowhere and started to make a cup of coffee for Sivy. By the way, they used brushing to draw a very realistic portrait on the coffee...

Looking at the guy who looked tough, as if he was running out of the savior set at the end of the century, Sivi could only smile bitterly.

"Okay, I do have other things." After sorting out his emotions, he shrugged, and ignored his evaluation of the other party, and asked straight to the point: "I want to know how many ancient books and documents have you preserved before the Great Migration?"

If we talk about the oldest forces in the Eastern Plain, except for those indigenous people who have not yet formed civilization, there are probably only the Mage Society and the Pure White Church. Even the King's Parliament is still far behind in terms of historical heritage compared to these two giants.

Although I will sooner or later go to Middle-earth to find the truth astronomical form in the mouth of the ancient worms, maybe this kind of thing will be preserved within the Mage Association, which will save a lot of trouble.

"There are indeed many, but most of them are sorted out from the big library. They are trapped in a dilemma of being broken by a long time and fragile material... Before we think of a solution, you probably won't see it."

The old man did not hide it and replied concisely.

"Is there any document called Truth Astronomy?" Sivi immediately asked, "If there is, I can be responsible for the custody and restoration of you."

"The Truth Astronomy?...Oh. You mean the first epic." I asked casually without much hope, but I didn't expect the other party to really recognize him, but he shook his head and broke Sivi's expectation: "How could we have that legendary thing that is older than Enoch's Book of Enoch?"

"Okay, it seems that the Pure White Church will not have it anymore...I'd better not waste my time."

Xiwei sighed in disappointment.

After all, if the Masters Association was still a little bit of energy before the great migration, then the Pure White Church was similar to the necessary evil church now before the great migration. It was just an unknown small force. If it weren't for the prophecy of the Saint, people's attention would not have fallen into it.

"Then, the last thing I came here this time."

Sive cheered up and continued to say to the other party: "How is the search and rescue work at Shakespeare Minnik Academy?"

"I'm sorry, there is still no progress."

Old Shaman shook his head: "We transported nearly 50,000 meters of ropes, but we have not found the bottom of the sinkhole so far."

It's just like a bottomless pit...

Xiwei complained secretly in her heart.

"But thankfully, so far, there has been no other abnormality there - except for a certain academy and goblins who have been killed."

Old Man Shaman said with some conscience.

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

"I've met the Black Sheep Horn Cultist near the sinkhole before. No one knows what those lunatics want to do, but it's certain that it's definitely not a good thing."

"Oh? What do you mean?"

Old Man Shaman asked with a smile.

"Start with what the Black Horn believers are doing now and find out what they are doing recently."

Sivi said the answer he expected without hesitation.

——Timosian Dark Alliance. Cliff of the West Land—

"You are finally here...Assacher." A gloomy voice echoed in the dark room, and there was still an indescribable smugness.

At this time, the flasks were no longer placed on the table as they were before.

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

When the vampire princess had not returned yet, only her deputy could Asashare unlock these shackles.

"So many days have passed...you should have thought about it...Assachere."

Countless mouths grew again on the black sludge, constantly opening and closing, making irritable and uneasy sounds.

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

"Shut up!"

Asashare yelled habitually at first.

Then he smacked his lips unhappily, and his brows frowned deeply, as if he was still fighting fiercely deep inside.

However, after these few times, most of his persistence has been exhausted.

"What should I do if I want to become stronger?" He looked at the increasingly disgusting black mud, and his face showed disgust: "First, if I want to achieve the goal of becoming stronger by eating your body, I will never be able to do that!"

"Don't be nervous...drink a part of my body...to gain part of my strength...that was what I did when I was weak..."

"Time passes... I will slowly recover after the Demon King... Now there is no need for that kind of roundabout way..."

"As long as you complete a small ceremony... you will gain the power of the King of Styx... you can equalize the power of the one you admire..."

"Now...please swear..."

Outside the castle, a lightning flashed across the sky, making the dark world white, as if it was foreshadowed something was about to happen. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!