Mysterious Old Man (3)

  The administrator didn't raise his head and let out a cold snort.

  "Is it meaningless? Is it that the people of this continent are too narrow-minded, and they regard mages as something to be avoided like a plague, these fools don't understand the greatness of mages at all." The old man's tone was filled with yearning for mages.

  "That's just your understanding, now the Taoist priests have long since disappeared, and there are hardly a few people on the entire Bright Continent who can study Taoism." Ouyang Huan Yu couldn't help but feel a little regret.

  "What? You want to dismantle the Wizards' Division? Don't think I don't know, the Magicians' Division is already overcrowded, you want to dismantle the Wizards' Division for those students?" The old man raised his head, his sharp eyes filled with anger.

  The path of the technician was ended at the hands of this group of ignorant people.

  Ouyang Huan Yu smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, I remember what I promised you. As long as you are still in Saint Roland Academy for one day, the Department of Magic will absolutely not be erased from Saint Roland Academy."

  Hearing Ouyang Huan Yu's guarantee, the old man finally lowered his head and continued to work busily with his hands.

  If someone were to overhear their conversation, they would likely be shocked out of their wits.

  Ouyang Xunyu, who was famous all over the world, was unexpectedly so courteous to this ordinary old man that it was hard to believe.

  Even if it were the Emperor of the Longxuan Empire, Ouyang Huan Yu might not be so easy to talk to.

  "If there's nothing else, you can leave. This place doesn't welcome anyone but Taoists, especially not magicians." The old man bluntly gave the order to expel him.

  Ouyang Huan Yu got a nose full of ash, but he didn't get angry at someone's impolite behavior. Instead, before leaving, he said: "The Pharmaceutical Branch has already made some progress, and I believe that with a little more time, they will be able to successfully refine the object."

  After finishing speaking, Ou Yang Huan Yu left this empty and desolate tower of the Thaumaturgy.

  What's the point of all this? The old man looked up at the books filling the room, his eyes filled with desolation. Once the strongest profession on the continent, now reduced to such a state. He knew better than anyone how rich the skill books in the entire tower were, and if he just had someone willing to walk the path of a mage, he was confident that he could cultivate them into an existence that would crush all the elites of Saint Roland Academy.

  But...

  Is there still anyone in this world who wants to be a wizard?

  The old man slightly furrowed his brow, suddenly thought of something, and quickly walked to the second floor of the mage's tower, checking a stack of books he had placed in the bookcase before.

  All the books were quietly lying in their original places, except for a small unobtrusive notebook that was missing.

  "That little devil, did he really take it away?" The old man was slightly surprised, but the next second his confused eyes revealed a manic joy.

  If it weren't for his clear memory of every book in the Wizard's Tower, he wouldn't have discovered that two books had been misplaced ten days ago. Since then, he knew that the Wizard's Tower had welcomed its first student in years. Those carefully returned books would not have been noticed if no one paid attention to them being moved.

  He also observed for many days before confirming his own thoughts.

  It was also from then on that he began to notice the little guy's skill book every time he passed by, roughly understanding that the uninvited little guy was a newborn who had just set foot on the path of a mage.