Madame Quillin pushed open the wooden door, and the smell of stale smell and burnt wood poured out of the small room.

The windows in the room, which occupied most of the walls, were hidden by thick velvet curtains, revealing no light.

The fire in the fireplace was not too strong, and the unknown wood crackled while burning, making the flames sway, adding a bit of unreality to the already illusory firelight.

The owner of the room remained motionless as if he had fallen asleep on a velvet cushion, and only the wrinkled eyes on his face that had not yet closed still proved that he was still awake, and the gray-haired old man stared blankly at the magic ink that glowed in the light of the fire, and the blood-stained badge beside him.

A thin layer of dust had accumulated on the large mahogany tabletop, and the owner of the room used to clean it with a flick of his finger, but now it was clear that the other party was not even in the mood to do so.

"Alright, Shaman. I know you're still feeling guilty for Pierce's death, but that can't be helped, no one could have predicted that the famous Grimm family would be overrun by those monsters, and not even the slightest word of the wind could get out......"

"No, it's really all my fault."

Old Sharman said hoarsely, and his right hand trembled as he stroked the badge: "The Green family has had some strange behaviors before, but I didn't care...... My negligence killed my best friend, Pierce, who had been with me for more than half a century. ”

"Don't be like this, no matter how much you blame yourself. Pierce won't be coming back either. ”

The old woman sighed, took off her pointed wizard hat, took out a cup of steaming tea from it, and handed it to the old man with cloudy tears in his eyes: "Now drink some honey tea and have a good rest." Even if you're the greatest magician of the century, you're still just a human being. ”

"No, I'm just living in an antique from the last century. The person who will shine brightest in this century may have appeared in our field of vision......" Old Sharman did not take Madame Quillin's tea, but wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his robe, and sat back in his chair tremblingly: "The era has gone to the next intersection. There's no stage for us old guys anymore. ”

"You mean the little guy who does miracles repeatedly?"

Lady Quillin placed the honey tea in front of the old man. A kind smile appeared on his face, which was devastated by the years, and he couldn't see the charm of the year: "It's true that I've been running around, giving people a feeling of being energetic, not something you and I can compare." ”

"If it weren't for that little guy, I'm afraid Pierce would have died. And because of those monsters. Let his noble personality be subjected to unbearable insults. ”

The old man sighed.

"Although that little guy also took this opportunity to give us a lot of benefits......

The old woman smiled softly, "Besides, what you said was heard by Charlie. He will certainly oppose 'Pierce's noble character'...... He and Pierce were on the wrong side from the start. ”

"No, you're wrong Quirin, that's a sign of friendship between the two of them. After Pierce's death. Charlie left Hohenheim to search for traces and clues about the monsters. He was the saddest of us about Pierce's death – though he would never be revealed to us. Old Sharman shook his head, and his face finally got a little better: "Speaking of which, Quirin, is there anything you have done here today?" Although my brain is not very good anymore, I also know that a cup of honey tea will not bother you, a great magician. ”

"Of course, it's also news about that little guy and his academy."

Seeing that the old man seemed to be a little refreshed, the old woman took out another plate of biscuits from her hat: "Do you want some cookies?" It's been twenty years since I've baked this favorite snack from my childhood. ”

"That's a real honor for me, even though I'm not very confident in my teeth...... By the way, please sit down and enjoy this rich afternoon tea with me. ”

The old man flicked his fingers, and a mahogany soft chair that matched the room appeared across the table: "I'm also interested to hear what amazing things our interesting little friend has done." ”

"The Sky Academy that shook the entire Eastern Plains is missing."

Madame Quillin sat in her chair and, after taking out a small dish of cookies and a cup of fragrant black tea, took her hat back to her gray hair, and began to report what she knew to the greatest magician of the last century: "It is said to have disappeared suddenly. However, the teachers at the Academy seemed to have been informed a long time ago, so they weren't alarmed. ”

"Teleportation of large objects over long distances?" Old Shaman immediately frowned: "In addition to the magic ship 'Langenil Green' of the Green family, is there any other magic that can be teleported in a large volume?" ”

"Our people have heard that there is a portal to the missing magic academy at the Lylian Academy, but none of them have seen the real thing, so they can't be sure if it's a rumor."

The old woman took a small sip of black tea gracefully, and even though she had given up her noble surname, the old woman still retained the graceful gesture that had been carved into her bones since childhood.

"If that's the case, it's a great step forward for humanity...... If you can confirm that this information is true, let us try to negotiate with the little guy and see if he will sell us the message of teleportation. Old Shaman also took a sip of honey tea, and the sweet taste made the old man frown: "Of course, the premise is that we can find his words." ”

"Don't worry about that."

Madame Quillin stood up, walked to the window, and opened the heavy curtains, letting the sunlight from outside cast into the room: "Because he has been haunting Morag lately. ”

"That plague city, ......," the old man sighed.

"He built a new academy there, one that was not much better than the Sky Academy, and even more like a spectacle." The old woman looked out the window, as if she wanted to see the magical academy of magic in Morag, thousands of miles away.

"I see." The old man put down the empty cup, squinted his eyes, basked in the warm winter sun, and looked out the window together: "In that case, this time I will go to Morag myself." I also want to see for myself the miracle that little guy has created......" (To be continued......