Peter Campbell once again walked through the long mirrored corridor to the hall behind the bronze doors. It was the center of the entire temple and at the same time the residence of the temple's owner. Unlike on weekdays, the old wizard did not wear a robe, but a formal dress suitable for a banquet.

He seemed to move forward quietly and steadily, but in fact his mood was quite heavy, and he just wanted to sigh. But Peter knew he couldn't do that. There are more than twenty prohibitions throughout the corridor, including the snooping spells of the School of Prophecy, and his every move here will be seen by the wizard leader behind the bronze door. Peter Campbell once secretly estimated that even if he had reached the level of master, it would take half a day to break all the prohibitions, which meant that no one could dive into the depths of the corridor from under the nose of his master, which was no different from killing himself.

Peter imagined the owner of the door staring at him in the dark, and his heart was highly tense, and he had an old face and a serious countenance, not daring to show the slightest dissatisfaction.

Unlike the other four leaders, perhaps due to his personality as an achiever in the psychic realm, the temple's owner, the legendary wizard Novich Raspuchin, is a pure secretist. He never attended any kind of private gatherings, rarely showed his face in front of his subordinates, and the other schools focused on training a new generation of young wizards, each leader had a close chief disciple, only Lord Rasputin never accepted students. Because of this, the Rasputin school has the smallest number of people, and unlike the other schools, there are many wizards who are not part of the psychic realm, and this is the best place in the tower to go if they don't want to join groups with strict internal rules.

Colleagues in other schools of thought tend to envy their treatment, and meeting a superior who doesn't care means that the supervisors under the leader can wield more power. But only the own people of the Novich school, including Peter, knew their suffering. Lord Novich has been immersed in the study of magic for many years, and he hates the interference of others, but he also hates the fact that his subordinates are arrogatory. Although he rarely shows up, he is very hierarchical and respectful of his dignity as a wizarding leader, and if someone disagrees or fails to meet his needs, he will consider it a transgression. Not to mention the fact that there are subordinates who act without permission, which in his eyes is no different from betrayal.

This is a gloomy and terrifying and ruthless man, and there have been rumors in the Great Temple that he has sacrificed unpleasant directors to him, and there is more than one such victim. Even if it is a subordinate, he will use it mercilessly as nourishment. It is said that he relied on the sacrifices of these high-ranking wizards to summon powerful spirits.

This makes dealing with Lord Rasputin an extraordinarily paradoxical conundrum. His subordinates were silent in the face of disgust and interruption, and at the same time they had to report it.

Peter, of course, didn't want to be the next unlucky sacrifice. Today, he had already gone to disturb twice, and Lord Raspuchin had not yet shown his face, so he might already be feeling irritated. If he bothered again, the master of the school might have a murderous intention on his mind...... However, after all, it was a fireside meeting attended by the leaders and adults, and if something went wrong, he couldn't afford it either.

Peter was immersed in his annoyance when a young woman's voice suddenly came from beside him.

"It's the third time today, right? It's just three things, Mr. Peter, be careful. ”

He stopped and saw a figure coming from the side. It was a woman wearing a black veil, with gold chains on her hands and neck, and her thin pale cheeks were covered with intense makeup, which was quite mysterious. A faint smile appeared at the corner of the woman's mouth, staring at herself.

“…… It's just the responsibility. ”

Peter swallowed the complaint back to his throat and replied calmly.

The other party, like himself, was one of the three directors in the temple. He was a level 7 alchemy realm wizard, a woman who looked young, but had already reached the same rank as herself. Her name is Alice Leslie, and she is said to be less than thirty years old this year, which can be called a rare genius. And perhaps because she is also a researcher in the psychic field, although Master Rasputin has never taken the members of his own school seriously, only her attitude is relatively mild.

At one point, it was clear that the adults did treat her differently: Alice was the only member of the school who could build her residence on a mirrored corridor.

"You've worked so hard."

The sorceress said with a smile.

"Each other, each other."

Peter Campbell is in charge of the logistics and warehouses in the temple, Alice is in charge of the inner circle and forbidden in the temple, and there is a master of the life realm named Hurt, who is in charge of the animals and plants in the laboratory. In addition to the affairs they managed, tasks such as communicating with the outside world and Lord Rasputin were taken by the three of them in turn.

This time it was his bad luck that he happened to run into a fireside meeting, and Master Novich was once again obsessed with research and did not want to go out, which was no wonder to others.

"That'...... Can I help you? ”

After chatting for a few words, Alice asked seemingly casually.

She seemed to have good intentions, and Peter himself was very resistant to what was going on, and it would have been a good thing that someone was willing to take it, but he didn't dare to agree like that.

At this age, Master Peter thinks that he still has some eyesight for people, and even those high-ranking wizard leaders can know their personalities in their hearts. But for the woman in front of him, Peter never saw the other party's thoughts and pursuits clearly, so he kept a guard against her. It is said that Alice's origin is also mysterious, and one day she was brought to the tower from the outside world by an adult, and it was immediately announced that she would become the head of the school.

"Thank you, Miss Leslie. But that's my business. ”

Peter nodded at her and left.

……

The gaze under the black veil fell on the old man's back, thoughtfully.

"Just now, there was a lot of movement in there...... Our Leader, what have you done? ”

The sorceress muttered to herself.

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After politely rejecting Alice, Peter quickly came to the bronze door.

He raised his hand and was about to knock on the door, but subconsciously stopped. The old wizard even felt that his hamstrings were twitching slightly, and cold sweat was on his forehead.

At this moment, the bronze door slowly opened from the inside out.

Peter's astonished gaze was on the large, dark Iron Throne deep in the hall, on which the figure with the serpent's staff was sitting, looking down on him.