Thinking about the twists and turns of his operation, Muse couldn't help but feel a burst of fear: "I can't imagine that an evil sect stronghold that I thought could be easily handled has also made so many waves. ”

"It seems that I will have to be more cautious in the future, and now I am not the great arcanist who has mastered the powerful arcane power, so there is nothing wrong with being more careful. ”

"So for the time being, let's put improving my strength first, according to the information I have learned, my current strength is simply not enough to participate in the conflict at that level. ”

"Well, some suitable equipment and tools should also be prepared in a hurry. ”

In his thoughts, the muse fell asleep in a daze.

In the deep sleep, the muse's energy is rapidly recovering, and the advanced meditation method "Ten Thousand Leads" is also running silently, silently capturing the earth, wind, fire, and water elements to transform the arcane energy, and replenish the few remaining arcane energy cycles in the muse's body......

And the eighteen arcane runes of the first layer of the "Ten Thousand Introductions" of the advanced meditation method engraved on the soul of the muse were running over and over again, and those blue arcane runes seemed to be quietly impregnated by the soul that was full of dark gold, and slowly dyed with a trace of dark gold......

And with the occurrence of this immersion, it seems that the efficiency of the higher meditation method "Ten Thousand Introductions" has quietly increased a few points......

Everything is happening quietly, and the sleeping muse, of course, knows nothing about it......

By the time the Muse had secretly returned to the manor, it was already halfway through the long night, and in his deep sleep, the last of the long nights had passed quietly.

The warm morning light leaked through the cracks in the huge curtains embroidered with green daffodils into the room, and in this warm sunlight, the muse opened his eyes suddenly!

Subconsciously, he was going to ask Illya and Elia about the real-time situation of the Floating City, and calculate the next route of action of the Floating City......

But after seeing the decoration of the room in front of him, the muse suddenly realized that this was no longer the time when he had fled in the astral plane as the last Grand Arcanist, trying his best to leave the last legacy for the Arcane Empire!

"Well, it seems that I won't be able to get rid of the deep imprint of that time anytime soon......" Muse shook his head and thought to himself.

Putting these memories behind him for a moment, the muse gently tugged at a string hanging from the side of the bed, and the tough rope faithfully transmitted the shock to the nearby maid's lounge, making a small bell tied to the other end of the rope rattle crisply.

Soon, Mina, the muse's personal maid, walked in respectfully with a plate of warm water and a dry towel, and the muse naturally stretched out her hands to the sides, allowing Mina to skillfully clean his face and body with a towel soaked in warm water, and then wipe off the remaining water droplets with a dry towel before dressing ......

And when all this was done, Mina quietly withdrew with the warm water and towel she had used.

But soon, Mina walked in again, bowed slightly, and then said, "Master Muse, Master Atro has already eaten breakfast, and it is also the master who instructed me not to let you get up early as usual, let you rest more......"

"But if the young master of Muse wakes up, it may be better to hurry up and have breakfast, because the tutor that Master Atro invited for the young master has been waiting in the small living room of the teaching for a while......"

The muse nodded quietly, stood up and walked out of the room.

Soon, after a simple meal of soft white bread dipped in delicious jam and butter, and a bowl of warm fresh milk, he hurried to the small parlor where he had been taught the day.

There, the Muse met his current mentor, the Antonite Scholar.

"I'm sorry, Mentor Anthonyt, I've been having a little health problem lately, so I'm sorry for the delay. The Muse began by apologizing apologetically to the Anthonine scholars.

"Hehehe, no need to apologize. It seems that the Antonite scholar is still very satisfied with the attitude of the muse, "Viscount Atro has already explained your situation to me, and it is normal to have this little problem. Now that you've arrived, let's get to the bottom of today's lesson. ”

As the muse sat down in his chair, the Antonite scholar quickly entered the teaching state.

"Muse, today we pick up on yesterday's history lesson......"

While the Muse was being taught by the Antonite Scholars, he was in a secret room of the Mage's Guild in the city of Dera.

On the spotless ground, silver-white spell lines lit up, and in the rapid interweaving of loops, a magic circle that looked very complex appeared in this secret room, and a little blue and silver intertwined light rippled in this secret room.

As a spar embedded in the center of the circle shimmered with dazzling brilliance to charge the circle, the spell lines were activated by the circulating energy one after another, and when the last spell pattern was also filled with energy, a dazzling light suddenly bloomed in this secret room.

And when the dazzling light dissipated, a mage wearing a one-piece mage robe, with a hood pulled so low or even completely obscured his face, and a staff that looked quite advanced appeared, in the center of the circle!

When the person in charge of this mage guild, a tall and thin tenth-level mid-level mage, arrived, what he saw was the scene mentioned above!

"Honorable lord, welcome to the Deracheng Mage Guild, I am the person in charge here, Schel, I don't know why I am here to come here, do you need a little help from me?"

At least the fact that he can use the teleportation array to travel already shows that the mage in front of him is either very powerful and wealthy, or has a strong power and a deep background.

In either case, it was not the person in charge of his small Deracheng Mage Guild, and the tenth-level mage Schelle, who had no hope of advancing further, could afford to provoke him.

The mage standing in the teleportation array didn't say a word, as if he was looking at Xer, and after a short while, fine beads of sweat oozed from Xer's forehead, who was oppressed by the solemn atmosphere......

At this time, the mage standing in the teleportation array walked towards Sher with his staff.

As he walked, the hand that seemed to be hidden in the mage's robe flicked, and a magic gem that shimmered with a little brilliance flew straight towards Shel.