Time passed, and the night deepened. The number of people in the hall gradually decreased, and almost no one remained in the studio, except for one or two members of the night shift.

Although they are both witchers, they are still accustomed to resting at night when they are not on a mission—in this day and age, night does not belong to humans.

Angelina also went upstairs early to rest, no matter how tough she was, she was just a girl now.

At midnight, the city's bell tower rings punctually, announcing the arrival of a new day. The bell was low and not loud, but it still spread through the silence of the night, all the way to the camp of evil on the outskirts of the city.

A sleepy night shift member cheered up and walked to the back of the bar alone to pour a glass of lemonade to refresh himself.

"Yo, haven't you been home yet?" Robert saw a teenager writing at his desk under the bar light. He immediately recognized that the kid was a newcomer who had just joined the studio in the last few days, a "new" newcomer, who seemed to be a bit introverted and had always kept a low profile, so even though he had been here for a week, Robert still didn't know him very well.

"Would you like a drink?" Robert raised the lemonade in his hand and gestured to the boy.

"Okay, thanks."

Well, pretty polite. Robert shrugged and poured him a glass: "Are you still working so late?" Schoolwork? ”

The boy smiled shyly: "I don't go to school, these are just my own research." Because the studio is quiet at night, it is good for concentration, so I stayed until now. ”

"Huh, research?" Robert looked at the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy carefully, a little surprised, and then poked his head to look at his notebook, only to find that it was a whole page of complex formulas and scribbled notes, and an unclear aura instantly knocked the veteran witcher back, "Hahaha, yes, keep up the good work!" ”

Isn't this kid a student at some kind of senior scholar school? Robert sneered in his heart.

As the last bell fell, the man in the corner suddenly got up, and his sturdy leather boots slapped on the floor with a soft "pop" sound. He looked at the wall clock on the wall, and it had been three hours, no more, no less—he had always been punctual.

But looking at the dim lights in the hall, and the two or three people who were sleepy, Woz realized that it was late at night, and the time he had chosen was a little inopportune.

But he didn't dwell too hard, and Wodds knew very well that the wise man must not have rested yet. He said that he would go to the wise man in three hours, and the wise man would definitely wait for him for three hours, as it always was.

The man walked towards the staircase, and as he passed the bar, Robert toasted him, and he nodded in response, and then saw the boy writing something. He couldn't help but pay attention to this young man - in the young man's body, he seemed to see his former self, and he had a familiar sense of déjà vu.

"Senior...... Good morning. Sensing the sight behind him, the young man hurriedly got up and said hello.

"You're new here?"

"Just a week or so, Fan Li's senior is my guide."

The man nodded, his gaze skipping over the boy's shoulder to look at the notes on the table. Although it was just a dragonfly sweeping by like a little water, the boy subconsciously felt that this man really understood what he wrote!

For the first time, he looked surprised.

"Yes, come on, do a good job!" The man nodded approvingly, patted him on the shoulder, and continued towards the stairs.

Seeing the man disappear around the corner of the stairs, the young man couldn't help but ask, "...... he?" Who the hell is this senior? ”

"He? It's our mage! Robert smirked proudly.

On the second floor of the studio is a library, a reference room and a small warehouse. The man didn't stop there, he went straight to the third floor, where the office of Prometheus, the leader of the Demon Camp, was called the "Holy Land" by many members of the studio.

In the camp of demons, both new and old members have great respect for the boss Prometheus...... Adore. Even the rebellious Chu Duan, who is arrogant and arrogant, is no exception. In everyone's minds, the man they call "The Boss" is like their father. And the boss does have his unique personality charm, so he was able to start from scratch and create this demon camp single-handedly, and build it into the top studio of the Star Alliance!

The third floor was quiet, except for the glimmer of light shining through the door of the wise man's office. This floor is not only the territory of the wise man, but also a large space separated from it and converted into a bedroom and living room, where Angelina and Snow live together.

Woz's steps were lighter, and there was no movement between them, and Angelina had always been as sharp as a cat, so it was better not to wake them.

Fortunately, it was not difficult for him to do so.

When I came to the wise man's office, the other party was still waiting for me.

At this moment, the middle-aged man sitting in front of the table is definitely worthy of the word gentleman. Dressed in a shirt as white as snow, with gold thread trimmed on the collar and cuffs, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, he was intently flipping through the papers. Although it was late at night, he did not feel the slightest fatigue - he was always so serious and meticulous, and he gave people a very reliable feeling.

Behind the wise man were two bookshelves, one full of old books, manuscripts, or esoteric rune scrolls; The other holds the studio files and materials he's been working on lately. His desk was large, with a tea set at one end of the desk, and as a leader, the wise man would often invite the members of the studio to come up for tea and chat and answer his questions. Everyone invited to consider it a rare honor.

But this time, the wise man didn't mean to make tea. It was only after the man closed the door and walked over to the table that the wise man put down his Chinese and looked up at him carefully. The wise eyes looked directly at each other through the lenses, and their eyes were full of smiles and concern. As a wise man, he was always able to give people the feeling of a "wise father".

"You're in a hurry all the way back, aren't you? Remember to go to the hospital for a check-up. The wise man said with concern.

Woz looked indifferent: "Don't worry, I'm not injured, at most I'm a little tired." He suddenly looked down at his dark black trousers, which were indeed stained with blood; And if you identify it carefully, you do have a faint smell of blood on your body.

He shrugged helplessly: "This is just demonic blood." ”

The wise man smiled bitterly: "How can you reassure me?" A few times you've said the same thing, and the result? If it hadn't been for Snow's timely discovery, you would have died of blood loss! ”

Wads couldn't help but be stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then rubbed his nose in embarrassment and said, "Those few times...... That's when I met the captain, and you know, the prey this time was just a captain. ”

The wise man shook his head, and no longer persuaded him, but instead stretched out his hand and pointed to the leather bag by the door, the one the man had brought back. At this time, the pocket had been opened, revealing half of a hideous and terrifying head, the head of a demon!

The skin had clearly been spelled, and the demon's head was the size of a wise man's desk with only the exposed part of its head! The dark gray metallic sheen, as well as the pair of huge curved horns, all indicate that this guy must have been a high-level demon in his lifetime.

"First of all, congratulations on the success of the mission." The wise man congratulated solemnly, and then showed a somewhat concerned look, "How is it?" Is it still going well? ”

The wise man was well aware of this man's strength, and as he himself said, only a great demon of the level of "Ten Thousand Captains" would pose a threat to him. An ordinary "thousand-legged" is no challenge for him. But just for the sake of such a thousand-commander demon, he has been gone for eight months! With his abilities, this time is indeed a bit abnormal.

Woz showed a rare look of headache, and couldn't help pressing his temples: "It's really not going well...... This guy isn't very strong in his own right, but he undoubtedly has a good brain and a lot of loyal subordinates, which really caused me a lot of trouble. In order to hunt it down, I ran through twenty-one provinces, spent more than two hundred and thirty days, and finally the real decisive battle took only ten minutes......"

"No wonder it's so difficult." No, Wodds added.

The wise man pushed through an envelope: "But its reward is worth the difficulty." This is the second part, and the rest will be distributed along with your mission star after the alliance has reviewed it. ”

Woz was not polite, and directly put away his payment, while asking, "Is there any other task that I need to do?" ”

"Aren't you tired?"

"You know, I'm always on call."

The wise man smiled and shook his head: "Just rest easy this time, you will have at least a month's vacation - after all, even a commander is not so easy to appear." Spend more time with Snow when you have time, she's always worried about you. ”

The wise man pointed to his face again and looked at the other party: "By the way, hurry up and clean up your appearance when you go back, you look older than me." ”

"Are you old?" Wadsz muttered, but he was well aware that his current dignity was clearly more like a homeless man than a mage. His clothes were dirty and torn all over his body - his mission outfit was disposable, and he had to change his set after each mission...... The hair wasn't too messy, but it was almost shoulder-length, and the beard on his face hadn't been cleaned in months, and he looked really weathered.

"You know, those new kids just now called you uncle!"

Waz smiled, "Isn't it? I'm at least one round older than those imps, right? Speaking of which, it seems that we have added a lot of newcomers this time! ”

Every time he goes on a mission, it can take months or even more than a year, so every time he comes back from a mission, the demon camp will change a lot. And this time, the change is particularly obvious!

"We're already a seventh-star studio in the league. The fame gradually spread, and many people came to join the studio. The wise man explained, "Moreover, Roger and the others have taken many elites on joint missions, and the demon camp also needs to replenish with fresh blood." In the six months that you have been away, we have added 23 new members, most of whom are still children, children with great potential. ”

Speaking of those children, the wise man's tone was marked with pride and relief.

"Okay, it's not too early, you can go back and rest quickly, and we'll talk about the details later."

So Woxz got up to take his leave, and when he walked to the door, he looked at the demon head at his feet, and suddenly turned back to the wise man and said, "I feel...... This guy is a 'real' demon. He, or her, was too smart, far smarter than the great demons of the past. It feels a lot like the Commander Kurinca I once crusaded...... But a feeling more powerful than him. ”

The wise man folded his hands to support his chin, and two sharp lights flashed in his eyes: "So, I know...... I'll take care of the rest, and you'll be in charge of resting. ”

Woz nodded and left.

Behind him, the wise man reminded again, "Remember to go to the hospital for a check-up, Woz!" ”

Mage Woz waved his hand helplessly to indicate that he had heard.

Go back to the first floor and find your staff, the half-broken stick, in the corner - there won't be a mage who cares more about a staff than Woz! With a strong amount of strength on his toes, he gently picked up the staff, then grabbed it, turned and walked out.

"Robert, where's that boy just now?" Watts remembered something again and turned back to the back of the bar and shouted.

"Oh, he just went out, saying he was going stargazing."

Wox came outside and looked up at the sky, and sure enough, the sky was full of stars, and it was a good day to watch the sky at night.