'You'd better familiarize yourself with the Warlock's skills first, and be greedy for more. To combine the two, you have to know more about both. 'Xiu pointed.

Shen Yanxiao could only give up and continue to knock on the warlock's books in his hand.

At this moment, a series of footsteps were heard at the stairs on the second floor.

Shen Yanxiao immediately put away the condensing crystal, and he followed to hide in the shadows.

The old man guarding the Warlock Tower, carrying a crystal lamp, slowly walked up to the pitch-black second floor. He quietly walked to a bookcase, carefully placed the stack of books in his hand on the bookcase, and then turned back to the first floor.

Shen Yanxiao looked at the back of the old man leaving, and couldn't help but feel a little touched.

There is only one old man in the huge Warlock Tower, who seems to be mending up some books every day, taking care of these books that have not been read for a long time.

Shen Yanxiao walked to the place where the old man had just put his books, and took down a few books that the old man had put on the bookcase.

Some spell skill books, and some notebooks.

Shen Yanxiao's gaze was quickly attracted by a broken parchment, the ancient book, which clearly recorded notes on the various stages of the Warlock's Path, not only with detailed combination spells, but also with the details of the individual spells required for those combination spells.

This notebook is a send-off for Shen Yanxiao, and it is exactly what she needs most now.

Turning to the back page of the parchment, she saw a line of vigorous signatures.

Yun Qi.

Obviously, this notebook was written by the hand of this man named Yun Qi, and judging by the extent of the damage to the parchment, the book is at least fifty or sixty years old.

Could it be the old man...

Shen Yanxiao quickly overturned his guess, Xiu had already confirmed that the old man did not have a trace of magic and fighting spirit in his body, he was just an ordinary old man who could not be ordinary anymore, if he was a master, it was impossible for him not to notice his arrival in the past few days.

No matter who this Yun Qi was, but this notebook was very important to Shen Yanxiao, she immediately received this parchment into the ring and quietly left the Warlock Tower.

As soon as Shen Yanxiao left on his front foot, the Warlock Tower ushered in a rare guest.

"After all these years, aren't you tired of it?" The visitor was a white-bearded old man in his sixties and seventies, dressed in a white robe that looked particularly noble and elegant, and his piercing eyes carried a hint of a smile on his old face.

The library keeper, who was buried in a pile of books, slowly raised his head, glanced at the visitor lightly, and then lowered his head and continued to busy with the repair work in his hands.

"Why are you tired? These are the most precious treasures of the Warlock, and I cannot let them be lost in my hands. But you, Ouyang Huanyu, the dean of Yves Saint Laurent, why did you have the time to come to me today? ”

The guest who suddenly visited the Warlock Tower was none other than Ouyang Huanyu, the dean of the world-famous Yves Saint Laurent Academy, who was also the most powerful magician in the Longxuan Empire.

"I'm just here to see if you, old stubborn, are still clinging to meaningless things." Ouyang Huanyu looked at the empty Warlock Tower and sighed softly.

In the past, it was also full of talents, but with the withering of the warlock profession, the Warlock Branch has not recruited a single student for decades.