Sikoti is an "inquirer" sent by the Mage's Guild to consult with a master spellcaster, and as a general rule, as a serious "inquirer", she should have a rigid face, an unsmiling expression, and a fluent repetition of various legal provisions...... A calm and persistent heart.

But unfortunately, Sikoti is very self-aware and clear, as a young mage who has just been promoted to the apprenticeship level, she does not have any of these things.

Sikoti didn't know why the mentor of the Mage Guild had entrusted such a "heavy" task to herself, and she herself was not at all willing to come to the strange and strange Grey Rain Swamp to ask an unattainable master-level powerhouse.

But...... In any caster's organization, the Mentor's orders to the apprentice are absolute.

When her mentor stacked a large number of magic books in Sikoti's arms, the terrified young mage knew that whether she wanted to or not, whether she was afraid or not, she would have to honestly go to the Truth Thinking Branch to temporarily serve as this seemingly high-status "inquirer".

So, carrying this unbounded anxiety with this wandering apprehension, the teenage Sikoti rode in a carriage to the Grey Swamp, where the branch of Truth Thoughts was located.

But even more terrible news was waiting for the girl in the Grey Swamp - the branch minister who had come to receive Kirkweilun told her with a smile - the master powerhouse Punk Sean was still out on a mission, not only did he not return, but no one knew when he would return, because no one knew if Punk had killed the black dragon named Ovacin or ...... Eaten by a black dragon.

By the time she heard the news, Scotti had almost felt hopeless.

The lifespan of a master-level powerhouse is five or six thousand years, and they can casually squander decades of time in a mission or an experiment, and it is too normal and too common for a master-level caster to retreat and study experiments for one or two hundred years.

But what about Sikoti, she was just a little mage with a short lifespan of more than a hundred years, and now according to the rules, if the punk didn't come for a day, then she had to wait in the dark gray swamp, even until the whole life was over.

This is the gap in the level of life, for a master-level powerhouse, a short time is for a trainee-level mage, but it is the whole youth and even the whole life, which is also one of the reasons why different levels of life are always unable to communicate.

But...... Sikoti now has to use his good youth and even his whole life to wait for the return of a master-level powerhouse, for such a desperate reality, Sikoti, who was originally more cowardly, did not cry on the spot, which is already extremely restrained and strong.

Fortunately, the kind-hearted Kirkweilun sympathized with the girl who was thrown out of the perfunctory situation, and not only did he agree that Sikoti could study in an open class with the apprentice of Truth, but Kirkweilun also promised that if Master Saian did not return after twenty years, then Kirkweilun himself could personally come forward to negotiate with the Mage's Guild branch to apply for a postponement of the mission.

After receiving a little comfort from Kirkweilun, Scotti reluctantly stayed in the "interrogation room", which had been temporarily converted from an "interrogation room".

Over the next three months, the self-reliant girl read a few large law books in her hand, and she even managed to grasp a little bit of the trick of using magic book projections.

It is precisely because of this half-trick magic projection skill that the girl has mastered, when Kirkweilun and Punk suddenly enter the "inquiry room", Sikoti, who has just tried to manipulate a little projection to revolve around her, will make such a big fork in a panic.

"It's over, I really shouldn't be handsome casually, now that the game is over, there is no image of an "inquirer" at all."

The girl with red cheeks stood up from the ground cautiously, and it was clear that what had just happened in the girl's heart had definitely reached the level of childhood shadow and even black history, and this scene actually happened in front of two master-level powerhouses, and she was impulsive and ashamed and even quarreled with the magic pet of Master Sai'an............

"Oh my God, what stupid things have I been doing, does reading too many rules really make people stupid?"

Thinking of the way she had been yelling and screaming, she felt like she wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into.

But no matter how "frightened and ashamed, sad and surprised" the girl's heart is at this time, Punk will not care about the ugliness of such a little girl's inner emotions.

He just indifferently asked the girl in front of him to hurry up and carry out the process of inquiry, and it was best to quickly let the big trouble in the Hoth Mountains and the Wild Desert be disconnected from himself.

Hearing Punk's emotionless "order", Scotti quickly pulled out a fresh, carefully folded piece of parchment from the pocket of her robe.

On that parchment was all the questions that Sikoti needed to ask, and in fact, the young mage could simply read out the set questions and record the punk's answers.

Although the girl still had a lingering flush on her face at this time, it could be seen that her eagerness to be able to end this mission quickly was not lower than that of Punk.

To be honest, it was really uncomfortable to stay in the dark and oppressive spellcaster organization of the Truth Thoughts Branch for more than three months, and if it weren't for the embarrassment of what had just happened, Sikoti would have been eager to start "asking" the punk right away.

"Fortunately, it's not too late to ask now, at least the master-level powerhouse didn't pursue my faux pas, well, it's mission time, I have to come up with the best "interrogator" state "!

Taking a deep breath to calm her mind, Scotti stole a glance at Master Kirkweilun, who was standing to the left of the gate.

"Grandpa Kirkweilun's kind smile is really gentle and kind as always............

Then Silkoti cautiously turned her gaze to Punk.

"Scared"!!

After just one glance, the bloodless Silk Coti quickly lowered his head and stared at his parchment.

What a terrible spellcaster she had just seen, that strange robe with red stripes on a black background, that sinuous and twisted wand, and ...... Those terrifying eyes that were so cold that there was no trace of emotion............

Sikoti almost forcibly suppressed the mood of turning around and running away before she stiffened herself in place, and her "inquirer" status disappeared before she appeared.

"Woo, it's really rare to see a good person like Grandpa Kirkweilun."

The frightened pale Silk Kouti took two or three steps back cautiously, and then, suddenly remembering that she had to carry out the task seriously, the girl suddenly stopped retreating.

There is no way...... Lowering his head and biting his lower lip, he waited until the pain avant-garde had dispelled some of the fear in his heart, and only then did Sikoti, who trembled like a frightened little animal, gritted his teeth and read the question on the parchment in a tone of "long pain is better than short pain, life is not better than death".