The administrator didn't look up and snorted coldly.

"Meaningless? It is the people of this continent who are too narrow-minded to regard the warlock as a flood beast that cannot be avoided, and their group of rice buckets do not understand the power of the warlock at all. The old man's tone was full of yearning for the warlock.

"That's just your understanding, now the warlock has long since withered away, and there are no more people in the entire Bright Continent who can learn warlocks." Ouyang Huanyu couldn't help but feel a trace of regret.

"What? Are you trying to tear down the Warlock Chamber? Don't think I don't know what to say, the Wizard's Courtyard is already overcrowded, and you want to tear down the Wizard's Courtyard for the students there? The old man looked up, his shrewd eyes filled with anger.

The way of the warlock is to die at the hands of this group of ignorant people.

Ouyang Huanyu smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, I remember what I promised you, as long as you are still in the Saint Laurent Academy, the Warlock Branch will definitely not be erased from the Saint Laurent Academy." ”

Hearing Ouyang Huanyu's assurance, the old man lowered his head and continued to be busy with the work at hand.

If someone hears the conversation between the two, I'm afraid that my jaw will drop in shock.

Ouyang Huanyu, who is famous all over the world, is so polite to this ordinary old man who can't be an ordinary person, it is unbelievable.

Even if he saw the emperor of the Longxuan Empire, he was afraid that Ouyang Huanyu would not be so easy to speak.

"If it's okay, you can go, no one other than warlocks is welcome here, especially magicians." The old man unceremoniously gave an order to evict the guest.

Ouyang Huanyu touched the ashes of his nose, and he was not angry at someone's approach of not giving face, but said before leaving: "The pharmacist branch already has some clues, I believe that if they are given some time, they will be able to refine the things successfully." ”

After saying that, Ouyang Huanyu left the empty warlock tower.

What about making it? The old man looked up at the whole room of books, and his eyes were desolate. Once the strongest profession in the Bright Continent, now it has fallen into such a field. He knew better than anyone how rich the skill books in the entire Warlock Tower were, and as long as he was given a person who was willing to embark on the path of a Warlock, he would definitely be confident that he would be able to train that person to crush all the elites of the Saint Laurent Academy.

But...

Is there anyone in the world who wants to be a warlock?

The old man frowned slightly, and suddenly he thought of something, and he walked quickly to the second floor of the Warlock's Tower, checking the stack of books he had placed in the bookcase earlier.

All the books lay quietly in place, except for a humble note.

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

If it weren't for his clear memory of every book in the Warlock Tower, he would definitely not have noticed that there was a problem with the placement of two books ten days ago, since ten days ago, he knew that the Warlock Tower had welcomed its first student in many years, and those books that had been carefully visited back to their original places, if they were not careful, they would not have been touched at all.

He also observed for many days before he confirmed his thoughts.

From then on, he began to pay attention to the skill books that the little guy had read every time, and probably learned that the little guy who came uninvited was a newborn who had just embarked on the road of a warlock.