Curator Tyrion wasn't in a good mood. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 InfoDean Elya's magic project with Prince Pharrodis is the most interesting project I've seen since Tyrion went to Academy. He couldn't wait to throw every second of his share into this study.

But what bastard did he report the study to the Empress so quickly!

Sorry, it's not because Tyrion has any objections or grievances about the Honored Great Empress. On the contrary, Tyrion is also a brainchild of the Empress's loyalty. It is precisely because of this that, in the eyes of the academic madman Tyrion, how can such a half-finished scientific research be reported to the Empress before it is completed?! This was a waste of the Empress's precious time, and it also deprived the Empress of the surprise of seeing the results directly.

More troublesome things followed, and the Empress sent an envoy to oversee the progress of the inspection of them. The research was conducted by the top figures of the Nazaras Academy, which meant that they had to devote some of their energy to entertaining the empress's close ministers from their valuable experiments.

Although he knew that such an act was necessary and inevitable - because the envoy represented Aishara here. But Tyrion, who was full of pure academics, couldn't stand it.

So tempting research projects were waiting for him to discover, to excavate, to demonstrate, but he had to move from the laboratory to the banquet hall, to drink wine, eat side dishes, and from time to time to praise the envoy. Oh dry! This kind of time-wasting thing slowed down the progress of his research!!

He'd rather go back to the lab and drink magic water and nibble on magic bread.

But today, El told him even worse news - something was wrong with the envoy's health.

Of course, the vague body that went wrong was just a rhetoric against the idlers outside.

As the only person in the academy who is only in Elya, Tyrion is urgently called by El and has a serious review meeting with Prince Phalodis.

The truth is that the envoy was blind.

No one knows why this is happening.

In fact, Al was startled when she found this - well, how could the envoy's eyes suddenly go wrong, how could this happen to her mage tower?

Although the envoy of Savis only said that he needed a little time to rest and adjust to his new prosthetic eye, was the understatement he showed really his ability?

Could there be some conspiracy in this that they don't know about? Aisaline's political struggle should not stretch the black hand so long. Or maybe Empress Eshara thinks they are being disrespectful to the envoys and doubts their loyalty?

Where there are people, there will be struggles, and there will be conspiracy theories. Don't blame El for being cranky, even Tyrion didn't think well when she heard something like this.

Anyway, the place where the envoy had an accident was Elya's mage tower, and if a basin of dirty water really fell down, it would really be impossible to wash it by jumping into the Well of Eternity.

But after thinking about it, they couldn't come up with a reliable reason. Under the turmoil, you can only take one step at a time.

In such an atmosphere, Tyrion did not want to conduct research when he was restless, so he had to go back to his office and prepare to wait for a little calmer before going to the laboratory to continue research. However, when he returned, his assistant Andrez told him that two young men had come to visit him with letters from their elders. Tyrion, who wasn't in a good mood, couldn't remember who the other might be.

After all, his temper is known to everyone else, so he will not easily entrust the relationship to him.

"Curator Tyrion, can I come in?" Andres's voice rang out outside the door.

Anyway, if the quality is not good, it is useless to trust anyone's relationship, and he will not disgrace the reputation of Nazaras Academy. With that in mind, Tyrion leaned back in his chair in frustration, picked up a quill with one hand and tapped it on the desk. "Come in."

Andrez led a pair of young Night Elves in.

"Curator, your guest."

Tyrion nodded, straightening his posture slightly.

After Andres finished the introduction, she simply closed the door neatly.

"Hello, Dean Tyrion, this is a letter from my parents." Simon handed Chromie's letter to Tyrion.

Tyrion took the letter and opened it, casually looking at Simon and Narimi as he slipped a few rays of light from the top edge of the letter.

"Who are your elders?"

Simon looked at him with a smile and did not answer.

Tyrion asked casually, his impatient expression immediately turning to surprise as his gaze fell on the beginning of the letter, and he quickly looked at it, and Simon noticed that his expression was becoming more and more serious. The letter may not be long, and Tyrion quickly closed the letter and placed it on his desk, exhaling in distraction, but pursed his lips as if thinking about something.

"You want to attend Nazaras Academy?" He finally spoke, but instead of looking at Simon and Naremi, he turned his head to the air beside him.

"Yes." Simon nodded, "She wants me to learn something at the academy." ”

Tyrion pondered for a moment, then tapped on the table before standing up with determination.

"Do you have a foundation in magic before that?"

When he stood up, Simon realized that he was very tall and large, and said that he was a warrior. But now was not the time for him to desert, Simon replied hurriedly. "The basics of magic or something—I'm going to have a lot of offensive spells."

Tyrion raised an eyebrow. "Oh, let's try it then."

Simon was stunned. He asked uncertainly, "Try?" ”

"Hmm." Tyrion casually recited a spell, and a pale purple barrier of magic appeared outside of his body. "Feel free to attack me with the most powerful spell you can cast. Either series is fine. ”

"But...... That's not good......" Simon was embarrassed.

Just kidding, he's never hit anyone with a spell other than that time with the Eternal Dragon. How did he know what a mortal's ability to resist was? What if someone is killed?

His ink blot made Tyrion, who was not in a beautiful mood, even more dissatisfied. "What's so bad about it. This is the interview. ”

"Oh." As soon as he said this, Simon had no choice but to bite the bullet. Behind him, a small hand quietly tugged at the corner of his clothes.

Simon glanced back at Narimi.

What's wrong?

It's so fierce...... Narimi's eyes lit up with these two words.

It's so cute...... Simon was instantly turned over, and the flame of the big man in his heart suddenly rose.

He took a deep breath. "You're welcome, then."

The corners of Tyrion's mouth twitched. "Oh."