Chapter 117: Good and Loved

In front of the towering ivory tower, Albert paced. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

His eyes were dark, his face was pale, and his cheeks were sunken, and he looked a little haggard.

Although the magician's mental power was far beyond that of ordinary people, he hadn't closed his eyes for nearly two weeks in order to see the Great Sage of Blaise as soon as possible.

However, when Albert arrived at his destination, he became a little hesitant again.

"Long time no see, old friend. ā€

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out in Albert's heart.

Albert looked at the spire of the ivory tower, nodded vigorously, and stepped into the door of the ivory tower.

Shadow was not by his side, but stayed near Merlin, continuing to search for vampires, and meeting Merlin in ten days.

The beautiful hostess greeted him, did not ask where he came from, and sent him to the elevator with a smile. Albert had been here a few times, and almost everyone here knew him.

Pushing open the door of the president's room, the withered old man was playing chess with himself.

"Do you know how to play chess? Brysle, who was in the form of 'Blaise', looked up and made a gesture of invitation to Albert.

"Understand. Albert sat on a wicker chair opposite Blaisle, observing the intricate black and white pieces on the chessboard, having no clue, he had only watched the old men of the town play chess when he was younger. He pretended to touch his chin, picked up a black chess piece, and landed it on the chessboard indiscriminately. "Is it okay to play like this?" he asked cautiously.

"Seriously, your chess skills suck. "Blythele.

"I don't like to play chess. Albert shrugged, "And I don't have any talent for chess." ā€

"That's right, you're smart. Blythell nodded seriously, "It's a wise choice to specialize in what you're good at and what you're passionate about." ā€

Albert looked at each other and did not speak. He felt a flash of inspiration in front of him, but then he fell into confusion again.

"Tell me, old friend, what's the matter with me this time. Blysle smiled.

"Very important thing. Albert told Blaisle.

"Let's get started. Blythell raised an eyebrow and smiled, "I love listening to stories." ā€

Albert nodded and took a deep breath, "I spotted a vampire on my mission. He looked into the other's eyes, "It's true." ā€

When he heard the words 'vampire', the smile on Blysle's face disappeared and was replaced by disbelief. He didn't have time to pay attention to his gaffe, and looked at Albert in dismay, "This can't be. ā€

"I hope it's not true, but I did see villagers who were turned into werewolves by vampires. "Even though the werewolves were away from the vampires and reverted back to human form. But I trust my judgment, the villagers have characteristics that are not human and living, they have no body temperature or heartbeat, they roar like wild beasts, and their eyes glow with a chilling ghost. With each word, his voice was a little deeper.

"I believe in you. Blysle pursed her lips, no longer seeing her usual calmness.

"What will you do next?" Albert couldn't help but ask, looking at the venerable Great Sage.

"Eradicating evil is the responsibility of the wise men of all ages. Blythe's voice became cold and solemn, "Tell me more information." ā€

"I didn't encounter a vampire. Albert shook his head helplessly, "But according to my research, at least a thousand people have been converted into werewolves. After a pause, he asked him, "What will you do with these people?"

"Is that what you're really looking for me?" Blysle asked calmly.

"That's right. Albert nodded, "I tried to save these people on my own, but I couldn't. ā€

"The dragons are exactly as legendary. Blysle frowned, "Even if the Guardian Dragons disappear, you still inherit the excellent qualities that the Dragons have. ā€

"Would you kill the vampires and kill them as well?" Albert asked, though he had warned himself not to get caught up in the maelstrom, but he was now a little out of control. His brain and heart are at loggerheads, one for reason and the other for humanity.

"The Council of the Sages can make the final decision. Blysle shook his head.

"Okay. Albert smiled bitterly, "It's time for me to go, Your Excellency the Great Sage." ā€

With that, he stood up and bowed deeply. After performing a mage's highest ritual to Blaise, Albert turned and left.

Looking at Albert's rickety back, Blysle was in a trance, this back is not what a teenager should have, just like reading the desolation of the world, but the old man who can't do anything about it.

"Wait, my old friend. ā€

Blysle softened and stopped Albert.

Albert turned and looked at Blysle in surprise, not knowing what the other party was going to do.

"Do you really want me to tell the other Great Sages about this?" said Brysle, standing up and expressionless.

"It's beyond my reach. Albert laughed to himself and didn't answer the other party's question, but his helpless tone was enough to say it all.

"I think I can tell you the end result of this. Blysle smiled, walked to the window, and opened the curtains to watch the sun set in the west. "Even if you don't want to kill those who have been transformed into werewolves, those werewolves will perish when the vampires die. He turned, and the sunlight dragged his shadow long, "This is the end result." ā€

"I see. Albert nodded, without a hint of a wave on his face.

"Are you running away?" Blaisle stared into Albert's dark eyes, "I know what you really think. ā€

"That's right, a real and ridiculous idea. Albert nodded, squeezing out an ugly smile, "I said, that's beyond my ability. ā€

"It's you who gave up. Blysle said calmly.

"No, Your Excellency the Great Sage, it was reality that forced me to give up. Albert explained palely.

"Have you thought of any other way?" Blaisle smiled, "Actually, the solution is in your mind, but it's too difficult." So the other weak one hides these useful solutions. With that, he walked slowly towards Albert, "That weak Albert is afraid of death and danger, perhaps he is from your human blood, and the blood of the dragon has been eroded. You are changing from a noble dragon to an ordinary person. ā€

"I don't understand what you're saying. Albert frowned, confused.

"You should search for dragon memories carefully, there will be answers. Blythell stopped not far from Albert and looked down at the other, "Dragons have a mission in their blood, they are good at saving and they love this mission. ā€

"Good at and loving, good at ......" Albert kept muttering the same sentence, lost in thought.

"I'm not going to tell anyone else about this for now. Blysle patted Albert on the shoulder, "If you find the answer, remember to come and see me." ā€