The Dean Has Arrived

Chapter 389 The protagonist is in hiding...

The fireplace was burning brightly, spreading warmth and light into the small room.

The white-haired and white-bearded old man was writing strange runes at his desk—these words from ancient times would be like naughty children after they were completed, breaking free from the shackles of the parchment and floating around in this small semi-enclosed room.

The old man turned a blind eye to this and continued to write mysterious words on the parchment.

As these elf-like words became more and more, they also began to change from floating around the room to flying regularly.

Gradually, a lot of words formed a colorful rune ring, like a rainbow, centered on the old man's parchment. It's like shrinking Saturn's rings and copying many, full of mystery and fantasy.

However, when there were more and more rune rings and the speed of rotation became faster and faster, the old man stopped the quill in his hand.

If you look closely, you can see that his hands are trembling slightly, and there are strange scorching marks on the edge of the quill pen made of white phoenix feathers.

"Old Sharman, there is news from Morag."

At this time, the door of the room was opened from the outside to the inside.

With the light of the magic lamp in the outer passage, all the runes melted away like white snow covered by sunlight.

"Are you studying the runes written on the map you found in that desert again?"

Piers Green saw a rune floating in front of him that was only half left and was still disappearing, and said to the old man who seemed to be a little older than usual.

"There are too many lost human cultures in the Eastern Plains, and now we can only see some past human glory from ancient books."

Sharman put the quill pen that was starting to turn yellowish back into the ink bottle, carefully rolled up the empty parchment, and put it back in the drawer, before looking at the chunky old man at the door.

"What's wrong with that cursed cage again? If it's just the same as last time, let those mage followers solve it." He pinched the bridge of his nose wearily: "Mages are treasures of mankind. Plague and Curse those filthy things, it's better not to be contaminated if you can."

"Morag's guards reported to the Qiyao Mage Tower in the surrounding city that a strong magician went there, defeated the huge monster that caused pollution, and created a huge castle out of thin air to suppress and seal the monster."

Pierce Green said truthfully.

"Create a huge castle with the function of sealing out of thin air?" Old Shaman stopped his hands, and the wrinkles on his face became more and more with his frowning: "If it is true, not rumors , this magic has probably stepped into the realm of the fifth ring, the 'miracle' level."

"I don't know when it started, but there are more and more unknown powerhouses." Piers Green also expressed emotion: "The little guy who directly summoned the powerful void creatures in Hornhag last time is not far from a miracle. Alright."

"The so-called miracle is something that is impossible to happen... And being able to create a miracle means that the other party has transcended common sense and has become a member of our great magician."

Old Sharman opened another drawer, and took out a hand-sized, exquisitely crafted small box covered with both beautiful and practical patterns: "Look at who among our group of old bones is free, take this Take it to your new companion. It’s still the old rule, let him come if he can come, let him come if he can’t.”

"It just so happens that I'm going back to the family to see and play with my lovely daughter, so I'll leave this to me." Pierce Green took the box, turned his hand over, and the small box disappeared.

"Your daughter is almost sixty years old... she will soon be the age of an old woman."

Old Sharman stroked his beard and made a joke to Pierce.

"As long as I'm alive, she will always be the little girl who pestered me to call her Dad in my eyes." The short and fat old man pouted without hesitation, and made a declaration of daughter accusation.

However, when he found that the old Sharman was staring at him with a smile that was not a smile, he blushed and immediately changed the subject: "Speaking of which, the little guy you said to pay attention to last time seems to have gone to the sanctuary recently. He seems to think that The orcs are planning an attack on humans. But I asked Mrs. Sharron, and she said that the only gap in the Angola Mountains, the Lawrences Fortress, was calm and there was no sign of war at all. The only thing that happened during this period The big thing is that an illegitimate son of the orc royal family died, and when his father held his funeral, he arrested thousands of people to be buried with him."

"Do you think he spread rumors with ulterior motives?"

Old Sharman twirled his beard.

"That's not necessarily the case. Judging from several incidents in a row, that little guy's nature is not bad. I guess he encountered some abnormal and trivial things, and then he felt that he had discovered some big secret and started spreading it around to improve his academy's reputation." It's just fame."

Pierce didn't discredit Xi Wei much - his impression of Xi Wei was that he was beaten to death in the sanctuary by those guys who talked about the holy light and shut up the trial, and he was just a junior who performed well in Hohenheig: "But he The one I walked recently was too close to the Pure White Church, so it would be better to knock on it if there is a chance.”

From the beginning to the end, he never thought of the possibility that Xi Wei was the great magician who suddenly appeared in their mouths.

"Then let's do this. I'll continue to study the difference between runes and runes. You can go first."

After explaining the matter, the old Sharman didn't drag his feet, and directly issued an order to evict Pierce... Half a century of friendship made it unnecessary for them to hide when communicating.

"Be careful not to go wrong and belch. Among our group of old bones, you are the only one who has the hope of becoming a legendary archmage before dying of old age."

——Angola Mountains. Patrol posts——

The small sentry post built at the foot of the mountain is hidden in the lush forest. Even though it is late autumn, the forest still shows its strong vitality—even a small stone is covered with moss.

"Mina Pad, you're being lazy again!"

A soldier wearing a half body armor and holding a spear in his hand looked at his partner helplessly.

"Hey, Seborin Ron, take it easy. It's not laziness, I'm just reading the letter that Shanna sent me." He has a thicker iron helmet, and he doesn't care about his sloppy image: "You know, she is a good girl, and she has been waiting for me in my hometown for two full years!"

"You say this more than thirty times a day. Listen, I don't want to hear your love story, shut up now or I'll kick your ass with my tin boots!"

While complaining, Seborin also sat down on the creaking chair and began to wipe the tip of his gun with a dirty rag.

Compared with Mina Pad's long gun that was already a little rusty, Seborin's bag was very good, shiny and shiny, just like a new product that had just been cast.

"Oh no, you're sitting on the envelope Shanna gave me, get your big ass off!"

After pushing the other party away, Mina solemnly folded the letter in his hand and put it back in the envelope: "This is the twenty-fourth letter I have received. I will be retiring tomorrow."

"I said buddy, do you really plan to leave after two years of work?" Sebaolin asked again.

"Of course, after visiting the mountain for the last time, I'm going back to my hometown to get married tomorrow!"

Carefully stuffing the letter paper into his breastplate, Mina continued: "If I remember correctly, your service period is coming soon, right? Do you plan to continue working in the army by then?"

"Of course, I am defending my hometown and relatives."

"Don't be funny, we are not even members of the border guards, but members of the mountain patrol team, which has nothing to do with war or anything. Besides, with Lawrence's high-level mage team, those orcs can't get through at all. It is absolutely impossible to start a war..."

Before Mina finished speaking, the feathered arrow suddenly shot in from outside the patrol post, and went straight into his neck!

Seborin didn't even have the time to feel sad or other feelings. When he turned his head and looked outside, he found that there were many burly figures suddenly appearing in the forest that was empty just now.

"Enemy attack!"

This is the last moment of his life, the thought that came to mind. To be continued.