The weather is getting hotter and hotter. Even Hornhag, the most developed magic technology in the Eastern Plain... Well, maybe the word "original" must be added to this title now... As the headquarters of the Seven Stars Mage Association, many magicians have begun to resent about their heavy robes at this moment.

Only a few mage towers with climate-regulating magic and those who are willing to bless their robes with temperature-regulating magic (which is very expensive) can live a peaceful life.

Of course, magicians from poor families also have their own methods... For example, find a friend who can cast ice magic and ask him to freeze some large chunks of ice, and then send them back to his mage tower to cool off.

Although this will make the mage tower wet, it is much better than being colder than being in the heat stroke in the mage tower, right?

As the current president of the Seven Stars Mage Association, Old Man Shaman obviously does not belong to the category of poor people.

But at this time, he was like an ordinary old man in the countryside, with his robe half-tied, soaking his shriveled and withered feet in a wooden basin full of ice, with a comfortable expression.

The temperature in the room he was in was not much lower than outside, and it was even a little more stuffy. With the stacks of heavy documents on the long table, just looking at it makes people feel like they are about to suffocate.

Maybe it is precisely because of this that the elderly choose this more exciting way to cool off.

The door of the room was pushed open with a creaking sound, and Mrs. Quilene came in.

The elderly old woman seemed to be stunned by the heat waves coming from the room. After a while, she frowned: "Sharman, I think you should open the constant temperature array in the room. Now, both your body and your energy are no longer as young as you were. For your health..."

"For my health, I don't open that magic circle."

Shaman waved his hand and interrupted Mrs. Quilene's words: "Since recently, some academic magicians have studied it and said that staying in a constant temperature space is not good for the body, and they cannot adapt to the temperature outside."

"But... forget it, I guess I can't convince you, a guy with a valuation... You have been like this since before." The old and handsome old woman sighed. Then she began to talk about the topic of her coming here specially this time: "I have bad news and a worse news here. Which one do you want to listen to first?"

“…I chose to die.”

"Then start with the bad news."

“…”

Ignoring the old man's quarrels, the old lady began to speak the news that had just reached her.

"We found Sharon... To be precise, we found her corpse in the altar of a zombie in the northern hills. The zombie priest dismantled her corpse into pieces of flesh. You know, the evil gods believed in by those evil creatures liked the flesh and blood full of magic." Speaking of this, even the old lady Quilin, who was used to life and death, sighed a little: "The explorer who found the corpse believed that Sharon should have fought with the orc army and exhausted his magic power, and was killed by the zombie tribe... What a poor little guy. If she didn't die, maybe she would be able to break through that shackles and embark on the legendary road after a while..."

"It's so bad that I don't even feel like drinking afternoon tea...what worse is that there's another bad news later."

Shaman was also a little sad. He once guided Sharon Lange, the great imperial magician of the Huoli's Empire, although he was not a nominal master-disciple relationship, but he also had some feelings.

"The second bad news is that the wind vent plateau on the Xilu Cliff has been confirmed to have been created by the last major incident to the world outside the eastern plains. Although it is occasionally affected by strong winds, the road has basically stabilized."

Quinlin said slowly.

"Although we humans have been settled in the Eastern Plain for hundreds or even thousands of years, we are the races born in Middle-earth. I think it is not a bad thing to have a way to our original homeland."

Old Man Shaman said in a deep voice.

"If that's all, I certainly wouldn't say bad news - the problem is that this time we sent a team of three high-level magicians and thirty-two intermediate magicians lost contact with us after passing through the Fengkou Plateau. What's even worse is that the silver lights of the soul they left here have all been extinguished, and it can be almost confirmed that they have all sacrificed."

"You mean, is there any deadly existence on the other side of the Fengkou Plateau?"

Old Man Shaman stopped the pen to review the documents and looked up at Old Lady Quilin.

"That's right, and it's the type that can't even make people report it. It will kill quickly."

The old lady nodded and said with a confirmation.

"So what are you going to do?" Old Man Shaman continued to ask.

"Only our mage association is not a solution... the number of magicians is limited. It is the most precious resource. Too many casualties will shake our roots. Those big countries have been a little disliked recently." The old lady said softly.

"About this," the old man raised his hand and interrupted Mrs. Quilin's words: "The original cause was the Lord's Council. Now the Lord's Council retreated, and it was also restrained by Adrick's Academy. Both have disappeared inexplicably. It is estimated that the Lord's Council of the House will be unable to continue to provoke trouble in a short period of time... Maybe after a while, even the Lord's Council will not continue to exist. Because of this, the attitude of the King's Council towards us has improved rapidly recently."

"You're quite confident in that little guy."

What Mrs. Quilene refers to is naturally Sivie.

"It's better to say... forget it, nothing."

Old Man Shaman sighed. The news that Siwei had entered the legend has not spread to the streets. He is naturally one of the few insiders.

He always feels a little uncomfortable about being easily overcome by such a young little guy.

"Anyway, the old man will not be the opponent of that boy, there is no doubt about this." Shaking his head and throwing unrealistic ideas aside, the old man Shaman continued: "If you don't want to cause too much casualties in the exploration of the West, you can only join the Magic Academy or several other forces, but in this way we may not be able to gain the greatest benefit of the land clearance."

"It is not unacceptable to give up some uncertain interests." Quilin is more open-minded: "It's just that the candidates for cooperation need to be selected."

"No problem, isn't there an event that can take a look at the foundations of major magic academies recently?"

"You mean..." Mrs. Quilin touched her chin thoughtfully: "Demon Jinkao?" (To be continued)
Chapter completed!