As always, the bespectacled old Wells was sitting in his study, flipping through a book that was not very thick, but rather delicately bound. www.biquge.infoWhenever the old guy was dealing with too many troublesome things that he thought would be complicated and trivial, he would choose to escape into this private little study that was strictly forbidden for others to enter soon after, read the books, and relax his mind.

The book in his hand was only half the size of a palm, and the cover was even trimmed with gold. This is something written by a guy who is considered to be his own student, and is now almost close to the level of the power of the councilor, a guy who always has a whimsy.

"Hmm......" The more the old guy turned back, the tighter the brows on his face wrinkled, and in the end it was almost twisted into a "Chuan" character.

This time, I have no intention of flipping through the books.

"What a mess this is written......" Old Wells took off his glasses, threw the book back on the table, made a snapping sound, and then looked at the open book on the table, and the words on it came into view: I can even conclude that the word 'stagnant water' is also deeply related to runes, and among the runes that we can use in existence, almost all of the 'water' has to do with 'silence', 'frozen', 'devouring', ' Cold' has a relationship, but it doesn't correspond to the nature of the water itself, which in itself can say a lot about it, and in the process of using these runes, we don't even know where these runes come from and if there is a connection to some kind of being......

Wells closed his eyes.

How can a little guy who hasn't even gone out of the barrier talk about the whole world, or even about an entire rune realm that he hasn't even set foot in? Now this kid is continuing his education in the main city that once belonged to the Rank Lord, but Wells feels the need to call him back after a while to have a good talk.

He turned around and grabbed a book from the huge bookshelf behind him.

"Hmm......" The old man looked at the title of the book, flipped through it at random, and then put it back again.

The name of the book is "The Great Adventure of the Knight of Flor", and it is a book from the previous era, Wells has flipped through it several times, but it is useless, this very well-preserved book in Wells's magic bookshelf is unreadable, or it is useless to look through it.

"Hmm......" It was as if he had breathed a sigh of relief for the third time, since the remnants of the flames had come to Thras, he had to deal with a lot of things, especially tricky, I don't know if it was his luck or misfortune, now the councillors often met in his mansion, which seemed to have become the political center of Thras.

He looked out the small window beside him.

This is a manor house a little away from his main city, this huge building is not much better than some so-called castles, because of Wells's reputation abroad, many mages like to come here, looking for a mentor who can guide them to continue their education in runes, except for the jurisdiction of Licrillus, the density and quality of mages in this manor should be considered outstanding in the whole of Thras.

Outside the manor, a variety of fruits and grains are cultivated, and the low-level mages take care of it under the orders of their mentors, using the runes they have learned specifically to care for the plants in the garden, and provide the adults in the mansion with all the things they need for their feasts.

Further afield, there is a dense forest, where there are many traces of animal activity, some of which are very tasty, but not suitable for farming.

"Woohoo. There was a knock on the door.

Wells rubbed his swollen temples and took off his glasses.

"Please come in. ”

An ordinary person dressed as a butler opened the door lightly and came in. It was one of his children who didn't have a talent for learning runes, and it was the best position he could think of for them.

"My lord," said his child, in a respectful voice to old Wells, "Mr. Villier, Councillor, has something to counsel you with. ”

"Well," asked Old Wells in a deep voice, "what do they want to do?"

"May I come in?" a deep voice sounded outside the door, it was the flat-headed man from before.

"No," said old Wells's face immediately darkened, "I don't remember that you were allowed to come to the door of my house. ”

"Then I'll wait for you in the conference hall. ”

Footsteps sounded, and the flat-headed man seemed to be leaving.

Wells looked at the butler with a gloomy gaze.

The housekeeper was so frightened that he immediately knelt on the ground: "My lord, I didn't know that I was still following people behind me, this ......"

"Alright," Wells said from his soft chair, "get out of here and lock the door here." ”

......

There were four people seated in the room, one of them was a physical entity, and the other three were phantoms.

Old Wells glanced at it, and it was clear to him that he sat down as well, across from the four fellows.

"Why didn't Blake come?" he asked.

One of them laughed contemptuously: "I don't think she'll have the guts to face me." ”

"Or are you pestering that woman named Ying Lan? Oh, these flame remnants are really interesting. ”

"Let's get down to business. Willier, the flat-headed man, said.

The entire conference hall fell silent, and then after a while, the person who had mocked Blake contemptuously before spoke first: "Wells, you should know about Perrisius, right?"

"Of course I know. ”

"Then you should know what we're looking for you for. ”

"Do you want to do it a second time?" Wells said in a low voice, "No one else, including me, will allow you to do this kind of thing a second time, especially when Mion is trapped in the Sun Tower. ”

"We will not watch him awaken and take revenge in vain. Neither will the day-chaser. ”

"You should be aware of the side effects of the Sunstriders," Wells frowned, "the current Perisius is not necessarily the same Perisius as before. ”

"Aren't you interested in his powers and unique runes?"

"Don't be funny," Wells stood up, looking at the four fellows, one of whom was a mid-seat councilor, "Do you want to learn from the Sunchasers? Now Pericius is under the protection of the remnants, and the result of our council is to admit them, which you have agreed to, don't try to provoke the remnants, you know the consequences. ”

Almost all of these parliamentarians thought that the person named Ning Yue almost had the strength close to that of the upper councillor.

"Polysius is no longer the same guy he used to be, and we don't want to lose any of our vitality until we're sure the Pale Lord is gone," a female voice came from the door, but it was Blackkate dressed in a gorgeous Gothic outfit: "The Sunstriders are going to take care of the Sunstriders, you better be careful." ”

Wells gave one last glance at the silent four people at the table and left the conference room, and the shadows sitting in the seats disappeared one by one.