The Withered Mage's Road (3)

  Because Tang Nuo had told her about the location of each department in Saint Laurent before, Shen Yanshao almost didn't use much effort to find the Department of Magic.

  The Department of Mages at Saint Roland Academy is a rather embarrassing existence. People on the Bright Continent have never had a good impression of mages as a profession, and as a result, the Department of Mages has not enrolled any students for many years. Compared to other thriving departments, the Department of Mages is not only located in a remote area, but its buildings also appear somewhat dilapidated.

  The entire courtyard was pitch black, and the empty square still stood a statue symbolizing the emblem of the Division of Magic, under the faint moonlight, Shen Yan Xiao looked at the already somewhat dilapidated sculpture.

  The Thaumaturgy department is unpopular, unable to find students, and the Thaumaturgy division can't get more funding from St. Loraine's College, making the entire division seem out of place in this magnificent college.

  The five senses of the statue have been worn out by the wind and frost, but vaguely visible is a flying beast standing quietly on its shoulder.

  The profession of a technician itself is not wrong, it's just that people's understanding is too narrow, and this powerful profession was strangled in the cradle. Shen Yanshao couldn't help but feel some regret, but after feeling regretful, she clearly knew her purpose for coming here. According to Tang Naji's description, Shen Yanshao arrived at the front of the Technician Tower of the Technician Branch, and the tall Technician Tower stood quietly under the moonlight. Looking up, you could see that the entire tower was over thirty floors high.

  But Shen Yanshao was very clear that compared to the other branch schools' 100-story book repositories, the Thaumaturgy Tower was too shabby.

  Perhaps because there were no students, the tower of the Thaumaturgy Department was not as heavily guarded as the other departments.

  Through the open gate, one can clearly see that in the tower on the first floor, only a crystal lamp is lit. Under the light, an old man with a hunched back and white beard is carefully repairing some damaged books.

  "Hey, how's that old man's strength?" Shen Yanxiao couldn't help but ask cautiously. Saint Roland Academy was full of experts, who knew if this gatekeeper would be a hidden master.

  "He's just an ordinary person, I don't feel any magic or aura on him."

  Shen Yanxiao put down his guard, it seemed that the old man was just a caretaker responsible for maintaining the tower of the Academy's Department of Magic. The fact that such an ordinary person was in charge of guarding the tower was enough to show how much the Saint Roland Academy neglected its Department of Magic.

  It is worth noting that the libraries of various branches store a large number of skill books. Even students from various branches can only enter the first few floors with the consent of their instructors, while after the tenth floor, they need to pass certain tests to obtain a pass.

  The gate of the tower is wide open, as if it were certain that no one would be interested in this already withered profession.

  Since the old man was harmless, Shen Yanshao naturally had to sneak into the building.

  As a master thief, she could sneak into any building silently and unnoticed, that was her specialty.

  The blink of an eye, Shen Yan Xiao had already slipped from the door to the first floor staircase. She turned her head to look at the old man who was still concentrating on repairing books under the lamp light, and walked towards the second floor with a sense of relief.

  The second floor was pitch black, Shen Yan Xiao took out a crystal of condensed light that he had prepared earlier, illuminating his path ahead.