The weather is getting hotter and hotter, even in the Eastern Plains, where magic technology is the most advanced...... Okay, maybe the title has to be added with the word 'original' now...... As the headquarters of the Seven Yao Mage Association, many magicians have begun to resent the heavy robes at this moment.

Only a handful of mage towers with climate-regulating magic, and mages who are willing to bless their robes with temperature-regulating magic (which is expensive), can survive in peace.

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

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

As the current president of the Seven Yao Mages Association, Old Man Shaman clearly does not belong to the category of the poor.

But now he was like an ordinary old country man, his robe was half-undone, and his shriveled and withered feet were soaked in a wooden basin full of ice cubes, and his expression was pleasant.

The room he was in wasn't much cooler than outside, and it was even a little hotter. Combined with the thick pile of texts on the long table, just looking at it makes people feel like they are about to suffocate.

Maybe it's because of this that the elderly will choose this more stimulating way to enjoy the coolness.

The door to the room creaked open, and in came Lady Quillin.

The 10∈ old woman seemed to be stunned by the heat wave in the room, and she froze for a long time before frowning: "Shaman, I think you should turn on the thermostatic circle in the room." Now you are no longer as good as you were when you were younger, both physically and energetically, for the sake of your health......"

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

Sharman waved his hand and interrupted Lady Quillin's words, "Isn't there some academic magicians who have studied recently. It is said that staying in a constant temperature space all the time 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 of this valuation guy...... You've always been like this since before. The old woman sighed, and then began to talk about the topic she had come here this time: "I have bad news here and a worse news, which do you want to hear first?" ”

“…… I choose death. ”

"Let's start with the bad news."

“……”

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

"We found Sharon...... Exactly. Her body was found in an altar of a gnolla in the northern hills. The Gnoll Sacrifice had torn her corpse into pieces, and you know, the evil gods of the evil creatures loved flesh and blood with magical powers. Speaking of this, even the old lady Quirin, who was accustomed to seeing life and death, was a little embarrassed: "The explorer who found the corpse thought that Sharon should have exhausted her magic power in a fierce battle with the orc army, so she was killed by the gnoll tribe...... What a poor little fellow, if she doesn't die, maybe in a while she will be able to break through that shackle and embark on the path of legend......"

"It's so bad news that I'm not even in the mood for afternoon tea...... To make matters worse, there was another piece of bad news after that. ”

Sharman was also a little gloomy, having mentored Sharon at some point in the past. Lange & Söhne, the royal archmage of the Julian Empire. Although it is not a nominal master-apprentice relationship, there are some feelings.

"The second bad news, the Fengkou Plateau above the Cliff of the Western Continent has confirmed that a road to the world beyond the Eastern Plains has been made by the last big incident, although it will occasionally be affected by strong winds, but the road has basically stabilized."

Quirin said slowly.

"Although we humans have settled in the Eastern Plains for hundreds or even millennia, we are a race born in Middle-earth, and I don't think it's a bad thing to have a way to our original homeland."

Old Man Shaman said in a deep voice.

"If that's all there is, I certainly wouldn't say it's bad news -- it's a problem. This time, we are sending three high-level magicians. The exploration team of thirty-two mid-level magicians lost contact with us after passing through the Fengkou Plateau. To make matters worse, the silver lamp of their souls left here has all been extinguished, and it is almost certain that they have all been sacrificed. ”

"Do you mean, there's some deadly existence on the other side of the Windy Plateau?"

Old Man Shaman stopped his pen to review the text. He looked up at Old Lady Quillin.

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

The old lady nodded and said with a look of confirmation.

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

"It's not an idea to rely on our Mage Guild alone...... Wizards are limited in number and are the most valuable resource. Too many casualties shake our roots. Originally, those big countries have been looking at us a little unpleasantly recently. The old lady whispered.

"On this point," the old man raised his hand and interrupted Old Lady Quelin's words: "The original cause was the Pavilion Elders' Association, but now the Pavilion Elders Association has retreated, and it is also restrained by the Adric Academy, both of which are currently inexplicably disappearing, and it is estimated that the Pavilion Elders will not be able to continue to stir up trouble in a short period of time...... Maybe after a while, even the Pavilion Elders' Association will not continue to save zài. Because of this, the attitude of the King's Council towards us has changed rapidly lately. ”

"You're pretty confident in that little guy."

Naturally, Madame Quillin was referring to Sivi.

"It's not so much faith as ...... Forget it, nothing. ”

Old Man Sharman sighed, the news that Xiwei had stepped into the legend had not spread all over the streets, and he was naturally one of the few people who knew about it.

For the hurdle that he has never been able to cross in his life, being easily crossed by such a young little guy, always makes him feel a little uncomfortable.

"All in all, there is no doubt that the Pavilion Elder will not be the opponent of that kid." Shaking his head and throwing aside his unrealistic thoughts, Old Man Shaman continued: "If you don't want to cause too many casualties in the exploration of the West, then you can only pull in the Academy of Magic or a few other forces to do it together, but then we may not be able to get the most benefits from clearing the wasteland." ”

"It's not unacceptable to give up a portion of an uncertain interest." Quillin is more open-minded: "It's just that the people to cooperate with need to be carefully selected." ”

"No problem, isn't there an event recently where you can get a glimpse of the background of the major magic academies?"

"You mean......" Lady Quillin touched her chin thoughtfully, "Demon Jin Exam?" (To be continued......)