The Dean Has Arrived Chapter 959: Behind the Mojin Kao

The weather is getting hotter day by day, even if it’s Hornhaig with the most advanced magic technology in the Eastern Plains... well, maybe this title now has to be added with the word “original”... As the headquarters of the Qi Yao Mage Association, there are quite a few at this moment. The magician began to resent the heavy robe. ＋◆,

Only a few wizard towers equipped with climate regulation magic, and magicians who are willing to bless their own robes with temperature regulation magic (which is very expensive) can survive safely.

Of course, magicians from poor families also have their own ways... For example, find a friend who can cast ice magic, ask him to freeze some large blocks of ice, and then send it back to his mage tower to cool off.

Although this will make the mage tower wet, it's better than having a heat stroke in your own mage tower, isn't it?

As the current president of the Qi Yao Mage Association, Old Sharman obviously does not belong to the category of the poor.

But at this moment, he was like an ordinary country old man, his robe half untied, soaking his shriveled feet in a tub full of ice, with a pleasant expression.

The temperature in the room he was in was not much cooler than outside, and it was even a little hotter. Coupled with the heavy stack of documents on the long table, the illusion of suffocation just by looking at it.

Maybe it is precisely because of this that the elderly will choose this more stimulating way to enjoy the cold.

The door of the room was pushed open with a creak, and it was Mrs. Quirin who came in.

10∈The elderly woman seemed to be stunned by the heat wave in the room. After a long while, she frowned: "Sharman, I think you should turn on the thermostat in the room. Array. Now you are no longer younger than you in terms of body and energy. For the sake of your health..."

"For the sake of my health, that's why I don't open the magic circle."

Sharman waved his hand and interrupted Mrs. Quirine's words: "It is not that some academic magicians have studied recently. It is said that staying in a constant temperature space is not good for the body, and there is no way to adapt to the outside temperature. "

"But... Forget it, I guess I can't convince you this valuation guy... You've always been like this since before." The elderly woman sighed, and then began to talk about her. The topic of coming here specially this time: "I have a bad news and a worse news, which one do you want to hear first?"

"...I choose to die."

"Then start with the bad news."

"..."

Ignoring the awkward words of the old man, the old lady began to talk about the news that had just reached her ears.

"We found Sharon... to be precise. We found her corpse in a jackal altar in the northern hills. The jackal sacrificed her body into pieces of meat, you know, the evil The Cthulhu that creatures believe in likes flesh and blood full of magic power.” At this point, even the old lady Quirin who was accustomed to life and death was a little sigh: “The explorer who found the corpse thought that Sharon should have exhausted his magic power by fighting the army of orcs. Only then was killed by the Jackal Tribe... really poor little guy, if she doesn’t die, maybe she will be able to break through the shackles and embark on a legendary road..."

"It's so bad news that I'm not in the mood to drink afternoon tea... What's worse is that there is a bad news afterwards."

Sharman is also a little sad, he has also instructed Sharon Lange, the Royal Grand Mage of the Hurian Empire, for a while. Although it is not a nominal mentor-disciple relationship, there are some feelings.

"The second piece of bad news, the Tuyere Plateau above the Westland Cliff has confirmed that a road leading to the world outside the Eastern Plain was created by the last major event. Although it is occasionally affected by strong winds, the road Basically it has stabilized."

Quilin said slowly.

"Although we humans have settled in the Eastern Plains for hundreds or even thousands of years, we are a race born in Middle-earth. I think it is not a bad thing to have a way to our original homeland."

Old Shaman said in a deep voice.

"If that’s all, I certainly wouldn’t say it’s bad news—the problem is. This time we dispatched three high-level magicians. Thirty-two middle-level magicians. The exploration team lost contact with us after passing through the Tuyere Plateau. To make matters worse, the silver lights of their souls left here have all been extinguished. It can almost be confirmed that they have all sacrificed."

"Do you mean, is there any deadly existence on the side of Fengkou Plateau?"

Old Sharman stopped reviewing the documents. He looked up at the old lady Quilling.

"Yes, and it's the type that can't even get people to report, and will quickly kill you."

The old lady nodded and said with confirmation.

"So what are you going to do?" Old Shaman continued to ask.

"Our Mage Association alone is not a solution... The number of magicians is limited, and they are the most precious resource. Too many deaths and injuries will shake our roots. The big countries have seen us a little unpleasant lately." Old lady Narrated softly.

"About this," the old man raised his hand and interrupted Old Lady Quilling's words: "The original cause was the Elder Council, but now the Elder Council retreats and is also held back by Adric College. Both are currently They all disappeared inexplicably. It is estimated that in a short period of time, the old council is unable to continue to pick things up... Maybe after a while, even the old council will not continue to exist. Because of this, the king's council has had a rapid attitude towards us recently. It's getting better."

"You have confidence in that little guy."

Ms. Quirin is naturally referring to Seville.

"It's not so much confidence~IndoMTL.com~It's better to say...Forget it, it's nothing."

The old man Sharman sighed. At present, the news that Xiwei has entered the legend has not spread all over the street. He is naturally one of the few insiders.

For the hurdle that he had never crossed in his entire life, being crossed easily by such a young guy always made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"In short, the old man is not that kid’s opponent. There is no doubt about it." Shaking his head and throwing unrealistic ideas aside, the old Sharman continued: "If you don’t want to explore the West If there are too many casualties, then we can only join the Magic Academy or a few other forces to work together, but then we may not be able to obtain the greatest benefits of land reclamation."

"It is not unacceptable to give up some uncertain interests." Quirine is more open-minded: "It's just that the candidate for cooperation needs to be carefully selected."

"No problem, isn't there a recent event where you can view the details of the major magic schools."

"You mean..." Mrs. Quirin stroked her chin thoughtfully: "Magic Jinkao?" (To be continued...)