This is the Dean's Office of Adrick College.

Xiwei put down the snow-white quill in his hand, stretched his waist, and made a liberation moan.

At his feet, a green dragon who was sleeping about the size of an ordinary cat yawned. After raising his eyelids slightly, he found that nothing had happened. He closed his eyes and fell asleep again. As if he felt a little uncomfortable in his posture, he also arched towards the corner of the wall and rubbed off two pieces of paint.

Above the wall where Noer was lying, the magic sword Schulte, whose power of flame was drained, was hanging from the decorative frame. It looked like a black and dirty broken iron sword that had just been dug out from somewhere. Not only did the sword blade not open, but it was covered with rust.

If Xiwei hadn't explained it, probably no one would have believed that this sword was actually a legendary magic sword.

Several pots of unknown plants were placed in several corners of the room, adding a little greenness and vitality to the room.

The bookcase next to it contains various interesting gadgets and many books or briefings that Xiwei thinks are valuable for collection.

The dean's office is not big and the decoration is not very luxurious, but here, Xiwei can feel a sense of peace of mind that no other place can ever feel, just like returning home.

Although objectively speaking, Xiwei has only been away from here for less than a week, for him, he has been away from here for a long time...

The artificial sun was released very smoothly, and the flames pulled out from the giant Schulte sword were full of momentum. At this speed, the fuel inside was enough to burn for three days. If everything went well, the artificial sun could be recovered after three days. Once something unexpected happened - for example, if the ice and snow did not melt as expected, it would be possible to send the next batch of fuel collected into the artificial sun through the space magic of Sivi to burn for longer periods of time.

At present, the information coming from all over the eastern plains seems to be very good. As long as the flow is controlled when the snow melts and prevents floods, this disaster relief operation can be said to be successfully completed.

After replacing Sofia as the nominal commander-in-chief of this operation, Sivi returned to the situation of doing nothing again. After all, neither the Mage Society, the Pure White Church nor the King's Council could really obey his command. Almost all of them were doing their own things. It was good to remember to send the current situation reports of each region on time (and it may not be the real situation)...

Sivie was also happy to be idle. After reviewing all reports every day, he began to do his own thing. Anyway, the reputation of Adrick Academy has been expelled through the artificial sun. Now even children know that Adrick Academy is a place where many mage apprentices with certain magical talents regard Adrick Academy as a holy place, and even vaguely means exceeding Hornhagrid.

This is normal. After all, it was Adrick Academy who contributed the most and finally solved the incident in this major event.

It’s a pity that the goddess of fate doesn’t seem to like to let Xiwei relax.

"Oh, Xiwei, you look very idle~"

The ghost girl, as usual, took the unusual path and floated in from the window.

Xiwei's nerves have been trained to a very strong state in this regard, and will not be shocked by such trivial matters.

"What's wrong? Haven't you been so busy that you've been unable to get married recently?"

Xiwei shrugged: "Although I really want to ask this... But with the opportunity you appear every time, something may have happened?"

And it's probably not a good thing.

Xiwei added another sentence to her heart.

"Since you've guessed it, I'll just tell you a long story."

Fette shook his head, and his black ponytail swayed as she moved: "In fact, it seems that bad rumors have spread among the residents of the Eastern Plains recently."

“…Isn’t this happening every day?”

Xiwei lay on the table boredly and said listlessly.

This is a fantasy world of swords and magic. When people encounter phenomena that cannot be explained by common sense, they either push them onto magic or worship them as miracles. Some strange things will also be regarded as "precursors" and are widely circulated as rumors.

Some time ago, Mr. Shaman, the president of the Mage Association, once looked for him and told him a prophecy, and Siwei could pay attention to this aspect.

As a result, he discovered that there were many messy rumors among the people... As far as he knew, there are more than a hundred versions of the prophecy about the end of the world that are circulating among the people, and all kinds of weird ones are included...

It is precisely because of this that Xiwei finally gave up paying attention to some public opinion among the people.

"If it's just those common rumors, we naturally don't need to worry about them, but most of the rumors that have appeared recently are aimed at the Magic Academy and the Mage Association."

Fitt explained: "For example, 'The Cold Flow is a failed experiment from the Mages Association', 'The arrival of the midwinter was the reason why the Gods punished the Magic Academy to leak the mystery of the world (referring to magic)', 'In fact, the previous natural disaster was a conspiracy directed and self-acted by the Mages Association and various Magic Academy, in order to blind the people's vision, gain the support of the people, so that they can have enough administrative power in the name of the nobles', and so on. Some of them even restore the truth,..."

"This is really not great."

Xiwei scratched his head: "If there were only one or two, it could be considered normal, but there were so many more at once, then there would definitely be something wrong... If the Mage Association and the Magic Academy were defeated by rumors, the Pure White Church would naturally benefit the most."

"You mean, are these rumors spread by the Pure White Church? But they have been preaching in disaster areas recently, and there are indeed methods and suspicions of committing crimes..."

Fitt touched his chin like Sivi, but she didn't notice that her hand had passed through her chin and thought carefully.

"No, I always feel something is wrong." Sivi also frowned: "Although this plan can indeed gain temporary benefits, for the Pure White Church, even if it does that, the final result will definitely be a loss-making loss... The Mage Association is not the kind of force that can swallow its anger..."

Speaking of this, Xiwei was suddenly stunned.
Chapter completed!