Chapter 116: The Mysterious Old Man (3)

The administrator didn't look up and snorted coldly.

It's meaningless? It's because the people on this continent are too narrow-minded that they treat warlocks as unavoidable beasts. They don't even understand the power of warlocks, "the old man's tone was filled with longing for warlocks.

That's just your understanding. The sorcerers have long since withered away, and there are no more people studying sorcerers on the entire Bright Continent, "Ouyang Huanyu couldn't help but feel a hint of regret.

What? Do you want to demolish the Warlock Branch? Don't think I don't know, the Warlock Branch is already overcrowded. Do you want to demolish the Warlock Branch for the students there? "The old man looked up, his shrewd eyes filled with anger.

The path of sorcerers is to die at the hands of these ignorant people.

Ouyang Huanyu smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, I remember what I promised you. As long as you're still at the Saint Laurent Academy, the Warlock Branch will never be erased from the academy

Upon hearing Ouyang Huanyu's assurance, the old man lowered his head and continued his busy work.

If someone hears the conversation between two people, they might be so shocked that their chin drops.

Ouyang Huanyu, who is famous all over the world, is so polite to this ordinary person who cannot be compared to an ordinary old man. It's unbelievable.

Even when meeting the emperor of the Longxuan Empire, Ouyang Huanyu probably wouldn't be so easy to talk to.

If there's nothing else, you can leave now. People outside of warlocks, especially wizards, are not welcome here, "the old man bluntly issued the order to leave.

Ouyang Huanyu touched the dust on his nose and wasn't angry about someone's shameless behavior. He just said before leaving, "The pharmacist branch already has some clues. I believe they can refine the product successfully with some more time

After speaking, Ouyang Huanyu left the empty wizard tower.

So what if it's made? The old man looked up at the books in the whole room, his eyes desolate. Once the strongest profession in the Bright Continent, now it has fallen into such a land. He knew better than anyone how rich the skill books were in the entire Warlock Tower, and as long as he was given someone willing to embark on the path of a Warlock, he was absolutely confident in cultivating that person into an existence that would crush all the elites of the Saint Laurent Academy.

But

Is there anyone else who wants to become a warlock in this world?

The old man frowned slightly and suddenly thought of something. He quickly walked to the second floor of the Warlock Tower to check the stack of books he had previously placed in the bookshelf.

All the books are basically lying quietly in place, except for an inconspicuous notebook that is missing.

That little devil really took it away? "The old man was slightly surprised, but the next second his chaotic eyes showed a fervent joy.

If it weren't for his clear memory of every book in the Warlock Tower, he would never have noticed that two books had been misplaced ten days ago. Since ten days ago, he had known that the Warlock Tower had welcomed its first student in many years, and those books that had been carefully visited back to their original locations would not have been noticed if they hadn't been touched.

He also observed for many days before determining his own idea.

Since then, he began to pay attention to the skill books that the little guy passed by every time, and roughly learned that the uninvited little guy was a newborn who had just embarked on the path of a sorcerer.