The Dean Has Arrived Chapter 477: Hohenheim’s tea party

Ms. 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 occupy most of the wall are hidden by thick velvet curtains, and there is no light.

The fire in the fireplace is also not very strong. The unknown wood is burning and crackling, making the flames keep swaying, 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 looked like that. Staring dumbly at the magic ink exuding magnificent colors under the light of the fire and a badge still stained with blood next to it.

A thin layer of dust has accumulated on the large mahogany table. 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 so.

"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 even a little bit of wind. I couldn't get it out..."

"No, all of this is indeed my fault."

Old Sharman's voice was hoarse, and his right hand trembling 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. I have been Pierce for more than half 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 muddy tears in her eyes: "Now drink some honey tea and take a good rest Come on. 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 already appeared in our field of vision..." Old Sharman had no results for Mrs. Quirin's tea, and He wiped his eyes with the sleeves of the robe, leaning on the chair tremblingly: "The times have 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. Quilling put the 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 am afraid that Pierce would have died. He would still be driven by those monsters. His noble personality would be insulted intolerably."

The old man sighed.

"Although that little guy also 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 were wrong with Quilin, that was 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 us. The saddest one among them-although he will never show up in front of us." Old Sharman shook his head, his face finally improved: "Speaking of which, Quilin, what are you doing here today? Although my head is not very useful anymore, I also know that a cup of honey tea will not bother you, the great magician, to send it."

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

Seeing that the old man seemed to be a little refreshed, the old woman took out a plate of biscuits from her hat: "Would you like some cookies? I have not baked this favorite childhood favorite for twenty years. It’s a snack."

"Then I am really honored, although I am not 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. Quilling 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 her. The greatest magician of the last century: "It is said that he disappeared suddenly. However, the teachers of Huolian Academy seem to have been notified long ago, so they are not panicked."

"Long-distance teleportation of large objects?" Old Sharman frowned immediately: "In addition to the magic ship of the Green family, the "Langaner Green", there are actually other large-scale teleports. Magic?"

"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 when she was a child.

"If that's the case~IndoMTL.com~ is indeed a great improvement for humans...If you can confirm that this information is true, let people try to negotiate with that little guy and see if he is willing Don't sell us the message of sending magic." Old Sharman also took a sip of honey tea, and the sweet taste made the old man stretch his brows: "Of course, the premise is that we can find him."

"Don't worry about this."

Mrs. Quilling 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 like a spectacle." The old woman looked out the window, as if she wanted to see Morag a thousand miles away. The same magical school of magic.

"So that's it." The old man put down his 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 there in person. Rager is done. I also want to see with my own eyes the miracle that the little guy has created..." (to be continued...)