Nolan, Hearthstone Tavern.

"She's my assistant."

Qiao Xiu faced the question from the eldest sister and naturally gave her an answer.

"Assistant... Qiao Xiu, if you are short of manpower, I can provide it to you, and I can definitely trust it. ”

This reply made Qiao Xiu not know how to answer, Qiao Xiu is indeed short of manpower now.

But what Qiao Xiu really lacks is 'programmers', and Qiao Xiu feels that there should be few people in this world who have lit up the skill of 'programming', and even if they do, it is only at the entry level.

"Thank you for your concern, I am not short of any manpower at the moment, I will inform the dean of the college of higher learning that you have introduced the new students to enroll, and I will also start to solve the problem of famine in Wangcheng."

After Joshua gave a formulaic answer, Cersei also gave a 'I hope everything goes well'.

Qiao Xiu waved his finger to close the interface of the magic net, and looked at Ciri, who was eating dinner.

"What's wrong?" Ciri noticed Qiao Xiu's gaze and raised his head with a spoon in his mouth.

"No... It's nothing. ”

Qiao Xiu shook his head, sat back at his desk and unfolded the interface of the magic net again, this time what appeared in front of Qiao Xiu's eyes was not the message that kept popping up on the text message, but the inscription code that was so complicated that even Qiao Xiu had a headache.

Even though Qiao Xiu's thinking speed and physical reactions can be multiplied after entering the meditative state, the amount of work on using the inscription 'programming' is still so large that Qiao Xiu wants to collapse on the sofa and say, 'I'm almost a waste'.

What Qiao Correction is making is just a pixel game, and it is almost impossible to complete a large-scale game with dozens of G's at every turn and a development time of one or two years in the future.

"Is it true that the programming course at the Higher School of Magic is a must?" Qiao Xiu picked up the invitation with the owl wax seal on the table.

Now Joshua can only hope that there will be one or two programming geniuses of the level of 'Bill Gates' or 'Linus Bennadiket' in Nolan, a city full of talents.

And at present, Qiao Xiu knows that the person who may be given the title of 'genius' is, of course, the magician gray man who has the name of Nolan Sage.

Qiao Xiu took a moment to edit a text message and sent it to the Gray-clothed One, explaining that he would be visiting Nolan College tomorrow and hoped that several demons would like to be able to enroll.

After the text message was sent, Qiao Xiu quietly waited for the sage's reply.

………………

An owl landed in front of a gray mage tower, a faint green light flashing... The owl instantly turned into an elf.

This was one of many beast forms that Elder Sephaon had comprehended, and it was also one of the first beast forms he had comprehended.

He looked up at the somewhat dilapidated Mage Tower, around which several owls were crouching, as if monitoring the uninvited guest.

The Mage Tower was originally a symbol of Nolan's splendour, but this Mage Tower is arguably the most inconspicuous of Nolan's seven Mage Towers.

Elder Sephaon pushed open the wooden door of the mage tower and stepped inside, but the inside looked much cleaner than the outside.

He glanced inside the tower with the vision of the Dark Wood Elf, but could not find the tower's owner.

In the darkness behind him, a fork silently reached out against Elder Sephaun's neck......

"Don't move."

A strange voice rang out behind the elven elder.

The guards of the Mage Tower... Wrong... This familiar breath.

Ever since he had dealt with the Inquisition, Elder Sephaon had been very sensitive to the 'smell' of this group of executioners.

The Inquisition destroyed the Darkwood Elves' World Tree and slaughtered his people, who were unforgivable enemies to Elder Sephaon.

Elder Sephaon didn't wait for the other party to say the next word, and a large number of green vines suddenly spread out on the ground, and these vines forced the other party to stay away from Elder Sefaun.

"Why are you cruel invaders here?" Elder Sephaon turned to see the figure in the darkness.

The Inquisitor looked extremely young in appearance, with a hint of cream on his cheeks and a mouth that seemed to be chewing on something... And the weapons she held in her hands were a dinner fork and a dinner knife.

"That's the question I should ask, right? Genie! She swallowed the contents of her mouth and said loudly to Elder Sephaon.

Unfooled by her youthful appearance, a pale green inscription appeared in his hand, and a large number of thorns with spikes suddenly poured out of the tower's planks.

"Stop... Both, I don't think there's any point in you fighting. ”

The door to the tower was pushed open, and the Grey Man returned to the tower, looking at the confronting Inquisitor Cheryl and Elven Elder Sephaun.

"Rurske, she's the executioner of the Inquisition."

Elder Sephaon called out the name of the Gray-Clad and warned of the danger of those in front of him.

"That's just the past, this little girl should be a writer now, Sephane, I know you have a lot of questions for me, come with me."

The Gray-Clad seemed to have already met the arrival of the Black Wood Elf, and he slowly walked up to the upper echelons of the Mage Tower.

Elder Sephaon glanced at the 'weapon' in the Inquisitor's hand, the knife was still stained with cream, and it didn't look like a murderous prop.

Elder Sephaun's strong self-control allowed Elder Sephaun to suppress his anger at the Inquisitor and follow the Grey One.

"I guess I haven't seen you in almost thirty years, Sephaen... The lifespan of human beings is really short, and the first time I met you, there is basically no change from now. The man in gray said.

"I remember when you were a magician studying in Nolan." Elder Sephaon said.

"Don't mention the things I can't remember, Sephane, you left the forest this time to seek revenge on the Inquisition of the Church, right?"

The man in gray looked at the elven druid quietly and asked.

"Part of it is for the hatred of my race, and part of it is because the Inquisition destroyed the World Tree, not to make my race disappear from this world......"

Elder Sephaon glanced around, this was the top floor of the Mage Tower, and although it looked like it was covered in dust and debris, it was filled with all kinds of powerful magical barriers, and if anyone touched any of the books here, he would be reduced to ashes in an instant.

"That something from the past?" The gray-clad man waved his hand, and in the bookshelf, a long-dusty book fell into his hand.

The surface of the book was covered in dust, and there was even some spider silk stuck to it.

The man in gray opened this ancient book, and the words on it were not the words used by human beings today, but a complex and difficult to understand script.

These are the words that can be seen on the broken buildings in the underground ruins of Nolan, and these words are the symbols that make up the various spell-casting inscriptions.

But only a handful of spellcasters can read the full content written above, and the Grey One is one of them.

"I'd rather believe that everything written in this book is just a fantasy written by a madman." Said the man in gray.

"But it's real." Elder Sephaon stared into the eyes of the Grey Cloak and said, "I met a dark elf in Nolan, an elf who had long disappeared from this world, and she told me... Their World Tree was also destroyed by the Inquisition, and a Frost Elf suffered the same disaster, but that girl was lucky that the Frost Elf's World Tree still had hope of being reborn, just like... We're the same. ”

"Sorry Nolan spellcasters are free, they don't obey anyone, Sephane."

The Grey Man knew why the Darkwood Elf had come to him.

Now that the Darkwood Elves have been battered, if they want to defeat such a behemoth as the Holy Cult Country, they must find reinforcements.

"Don't be discouraged, I may not be able to command all of Nolan's spellcasters to be enemies of the Holy Cult Nation, but there is one in Nolan."

"The demon named Qiao Xiu?" Elder Sephaon guessed what the Grey Man was trying to say, "What that demon has shown me is beyond my imagination, but I still can't believe that a demon can make so many humans do his bidding. ”

"Not at his behest of orders, Sephaun."

The Grey-Clad waved his hand again, and a pure white inscription appeared in his hand, revealing Cheryl the Inquisitor and Sister Denisha enjoying dessert before Elder Sephaon's eyes.

"This is Cheryl, a defector who betrayed the Inquisition and fled the Holy Cult with her friends to Nolan through the portal."

"Defectors, did the Inquisition spare them?"

Elder Sephaon looked at the two people on the screen, and his original anger subsided a little.

He was not blinded by hatred.

The younger girl looked like a bloody executioner, but Elder Sephaon was sure that the girl in a nun's garb had no blood on her hands at all.

The judge is also different from the judge.

"No, they carry the secrets that the Inquisition has hidden from the world for an unknown number of years, and they have been hunted down by the Inquisitors who have rushed in, and they have even been cornered for a time."

At the beginning, the Gray Cloth had watched the live 'live broadcast' on the caster's forum, so the tone of his voice when he spoke was quite immersive.

"You saved them?"

Elder Sephaon could only guess this one possibility, otherwise the two defectors would not have been in the Grey Man's Tower.

"I was just one of the spellcasters who saved them, and there were dwarves among the helpers at the time."

The Grey Man's eyes appeared on the interface of the magic web, and he landed on the caster's forum and entered the section of the 'Immovable Library'.

The caster forum does not have a search function for the time being, and the gray coat can only start to turn over historical posts from memory.

At this point, the Grey once again realized the convenience of the caster's forum, no matter how old the post is, it will not be lost due to time, and it only takes some time to find it.

There are far fewer posts in this section of the Immovable Library than there are in everyday chatter and magical research.

As a veteran member of the Spellcaster's Forum, the Grey Man turned back a dozen pages from memory to find the distress message sent by Sister Scottan at the time, that is, Cheryl.

The Grayman showed Elder Sephaun a transcript of the replies underneath the post.

In Elder Sephaon's opinion, this post could already be considered a combat meeting......

A battle meeting to save Sister Scottan, and no one at the meeting knew each other, but all chose to lend a helping hand to this stranger who had never even met once.

"How, exactly?" Unable to comprehend the motives of the humans and dwarves, Elder Sephaun had to ask questions.

"Maybe it's because this Sister Scottan wrote an interesting story."

The Gray Man closed the post and went straight to the first page of the Immovable Library, opening the post that had already had more than seven or eight thousand replies.

This is the Diary of an Inquisitor written by Sister Scottan.

"I've read this diary."

Elder Sephaon also used the Spellcaster's Forum in the hope of finding information about the Inquisition, and the Diary of the Inquisitor told him almost everything about the Inquisitor.

"It's an interesting diary, and there are many people who like it." The Grey Man did not skimp on his praise.

"It's a pity Rulske, I can't understand human preferences."

"That's because you don't see the end, and for those who like this diary, it's absolutely impossible to imagine the pain of never being able to see the rest of the diary, and the author's death will lead to this result, and the dwarves will help, I think it's because of the game called Hearthstone." Said the man in gray.

“……”

Sephaon thought for a moment when he heard this, and he could already understand what the Gray Man was trying to say.

"It was the demon who created the magic web, and he was the one who created the game Hearthstone, do you want to say that he made it all happen? Rursk. ”

The man in gray waved his hand slightly, and a book on the bookshelf with a record of world history flew into his hand.

"Many years ago, the missionaries of the Holy Religion traveled all over the world, and through their own language and the words of the Gospels, they portrayed the demons as cruel monsters, enemies of humanity." The Grey Man showed this part of history to Sephane and said.

"Why can't a demon now rely on the web he created, the Voice of Nolan, so that the movie tells the people the true face of the Inquisition in the Land of the Holy Religion? That's his weapon, Sefane... Far more terrifying weapons than magic, armies, and swords. ”

"But it will take time for this weapon to show its edge... There are not many World Trees left in the world that can still be used as 'locks'. Elder Sephaon said.

"It won't be long."

The man in gray happened to receive a text message from Qiao Xiu when he said this, and he finished reading the content of the text message, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Sephaun, why don't you come with me tomorrow to see how much influence that demon really has in this city?"