In another office not far from Garon's office, several mages were looking at the jury who was twitching on the ground. François, the Master of the Four Rings, wears a Silver Moon Badge pinned to the collar of his mage robes, a symbol of the Purebloods.

Pure-bloods inherited from ancient magic, is an organization left by bloodline mages in modern mages, these mages worship pure blood, consider it a blasphemy to teach magic to non-magical families, and occasionally extreme pure-blood mages will be punished for committing crimes, but because most pureblood families have a long history and are relatively peaceful, so the council acquiesces to the existence of these people.

The counterpart of the pure-bloods is the occult, a group of people who believe that magic should remain mysterious in order to have power, and these are not on the table for the time being.

I saw that the jury member in front of him, who was usually young and vigorous, was in reverse at this moment, and the magic power in his body was reversed, bursting one blood vessel after another in his body, and no one dared to rush forward to help, because the violent magic power was likely to affect him, causing a series of dangers.

"Get out of the way."

It wasn't until Fleming hurried that he reached out and grabbed Cologne's shoulder, and the magic of the Bright Ran was immediately poured into it, trying to suppress the turbulent current.

But it was too late, and unlike the storm that had not yet been set off by Garon, there was a tsunami in the mage's body at this moment, and it was difficult to stop Fleming even if he tried his best.

"Ahh

With a scream, Cologne's body bloomed with countless blood flowers, staining the woolen carpet and the entire office red, and he finally stopped shaking and lay on the ground, as if there was no sound.

Fleming slowly stood up and sighed softly.

"It's a shame that I managed to save his life with all my might."

The magic had left an indelible mark on Cologne's body, and in terms of appearance, the handsome young man would probably have to wear a hood to hide his distorted face, and from a magical point of view, his body that had been devastated by the magic of the disorder would probably no longer be able to use magic.

In other words, a four-ring mage ended his magical career.

"Take him to the hospital and inform his teachers and family."

After receiving the order, several mages immediately lifted the dying Cologne and sent him to the hospital, while Fleming looked around the office and found no trace of malicious spells, and finally fixed his eyes on the table.

It was a half-read, bloodstained paper.

Fleming came to the table, and instead of using his hands, he turned the paper with the simple spell of the mage's hand, and saw the title of the paper.

"Analysis of the Properties and Compounds of Two New Elements "Ocles" and "Hydra" Obtained by Electrolysis of Water, and Several Conjectures on the Theory of Combustion", by Reiner. Ian Gray.

Lionel. Ian Gray!

Fleming remembers the last paper questioning the combustion theory, but he didn't expect that it was less than a month before the other party submitted a new paper.

And the title looks so frightening.

He actually broke down water, one of the four basic elements, and after the combustion theory, did he try to shake the foundation of the entire alchemy system this time?

Fleming didn't rush to open the paper, because he was already vaguely aware that his student Garon almost had a cognitive breakdown because of reading this paper. François, presumably, was also disturbed by the content of the paper that his long-established cognition had fallen into that fate.

Thinking of this, Fleming found another problem, each paper should be reviewed by three reviewers according to the convention, and now that two have been found, is the third person also in danger of cognitive collapse?

"Find out who the reviewer is assigned to this paper, and ask him to stop reviewing it immediately."

Fleming commanded the swaying crystallizer, wanting to prevent another tragedy.

The crystal worm, which was obviously one size larger, flickered slightly, and after a while, the urn said angrily.

The paper's assigned reviewer was Garon. Araço, Cologne. François, as well as Bicester. Ravel. ”

"Bicester. Ravel? Take me to his office. ”

Fleming's actions made the mages in the corridor feel a little strange, and they didn't know what was really going on, but they still consciously made a way for the six-ring mage to pass.

Fortunately, this mage tower is basically stationed by alchemy-related mages. Ravel's office is five floors downstairs.

The lucky fellow was still busy enjoying his tea, and the dangerous paper was sitting at his desk before it was opened, so much so that when Fleming pushed the door in, Bicester almost spat out.

"Uh, sir, I'm not, I don't have ......"

He tried to defend himself, thinking that Fleming had come to check on the post.

You know, Bicester only submitted a written application to join the mercury balance two days ago, and this is his third application.

The mercury balance has a high status in the hearts of the mages who mainly specialize in alchemy, because the mercury balance is the organization founded by Lord Hohenheim, although now because of his identity, Lord Hohenheim is no longer a leader, but being able to become a member of the mercury balance is still the biggest dream of these alchemists.

So at first, Bist thought that Fleming had approved of him, and when he came to inspect it, he secretly screamed in his heart, but found that the alchemist's attention did not seem to be on him.

"Haven't you started reviewing papers today?"

Fleming asked, since Bicester seemed unharmed, he must have not started reviewing the paper yet.

"Well, I'm going to start after this cup of tea, sir."

Bicester was stunned, and the feeling of being found lazy came over him, making him want to find a hole in the ground.

"That's good."

Unexpectedly, Fleming bowed slightly, and then picked up a paper on his desk with the hand of a mage.

"The review process for this paper has been terminated and will be handed over to a higher level of review, and I have submitted an application to the review committee, which you can review later."

It was unruly to take papers that had not been reviewed at will, so Fleming had written a simple request on his way here, which transferred the authority to review papers from the three junior reviewers to the next level.

In fact, Fleming was ready to pass it on to the next level, as he now felt that perhaps only the high-level mages would be able to read the paper in its entirety without causing cognitive collapse, and if necessary, he would use the authority of the mercury balance to request the help of His Excellency.

Fleming finished explaining and hurried away, leaving Bicester with an inexplicable face, messy in the wind.