"I see," at the top of the Hohenheim Mage Guild, the strongest old man of the contemporary human race, Shaman nodded slowly to the uninvited guest in front of him, "We will interrogate him properly." ”

Sivi, who came here directly across the space, didn't say much, but just let the sturdy humanoid aether creature beside him throw the unlucky mage to the ground, and he still landed on the ground with his face......

Then the old man Shaman picked up the rattle on the table and shook it gently.

On the oil painting on the wall, two heavily armed soldiers came out and caught the unlucky mage into the prisoner cart in the painting, and then the prisoner cart creaked and drove away slowly.

Sivi watched curiously for a moment before turning his attention back to the old man.

And the old man had already stopped what he was doing, and looked at Xiwei for a long time.

"Do you know there's anything else I want to say?" Xiwei looked at the old man as if he was listening at any time, and couldn't help but ask curiously.

"The old man knows Sivi. Edric wasn't the kind of person who, just for an insignificant depraved mage, would break into the old man's room without notice. ”

Old Sharman said with a smile.

"Maybe I'm just stopping by for a coffee." Sivi took care of himself and found a place in the not very large room, and did it.

"That's really rude."

Old Sharman waved his old but still slender fingers.

Two white gloves floated out of nowhere and began to make a cup of coffee for Sivi. By the way, I painted a portrait with a very realistic style on the coffee with brushed wire......

Looking at the guy with a tough guy face, as if he had run out of the savior set at the end of the century, Sivi could only smile bitterly.

"Well, I do have other things." After combing through the feelings, he shrugged his shoulders, and didn't care about his evaluation of the other party, and asked straight to the point: "I want to know, how many ancient books and documents from before the Great Migration have been preserved by your Qiyao Mage Association?" ”

If you want to say that the oldest forces in the Eastern Plains, in addition to those natives who have not yet formed a civilization, there are probably only the Mage Association and the Pure White Holy See. Even the King's Council is compared to these two giants. In terms of historical heritage, there is still a big gap.

Sooner or later, I will have to go to Middle-earth to find the piece of truth in the mouth of the ancient worm, but maybe this kind of thing is preserved within the Mage Guild, so wouldn't it save a lot of trouble?

"There are quite a few, but most of them have been sorted out from the big library. Because of its age and fragile materials. Caught in a one-touch dilemma...... Before we think of a way to deal with it. I guess you can't see it. ”

The old man did not hide it, and replied succinctly.

"Is there a document in it called Truth Astronomy?" Sivi immediately asked, "If there is, I can take care of it for you." ”

"Astronomy of Truth? …… Oh. You mean the first epic. He asked casually without much hope, but he didn't expect the other party to really recognize him, but he shook his head and shattered Sivi's expectations: "How can we have something in a legend that is older than the Book of Enoch." ”

"Well, it seems that the pure white church should not be left...... I'd better not waste my time. ”

Sivi sighed in disappointment.

After all, if the Mageist Association still had some energy before the Great Migration, then the Pure White Church was similar to the current Necessary Evil Church before the Great Migration, just a small force with a small name, and if it weren't for the prophecy of the Holy Maiden, I'm afraid people's attention would really not fall on it.

"So, the last thing I did this time."

Sivi cheered up and continued to say to the other party: "How's the search and rescue work at Shakespeare's Minik Academy? ”

"Unfortunately, there is still no progress."

Old Shaman shook his head: "We have transported nearly 50,000 meters of rope, but we have not been able to find the bottom of the sinkhole. ”

It's like a bottomless pit......

Sivi secretly complained in his heart.

"Thankfully, though, nothing else has happened there so far - except for a fight between a certain academy and goblins."

Old Man Sharman said meaningfully.

However, Sivi's cheekiness easily passed the will test, and these words did not affect him in the slightest.

"I've encountered Black Sheephorn near the sinkhole before. No one knows what the hell those crazy people are trying to do, but it's definitely not a good thing. ”

"Oh? What do you mean? ”

Old Man Sharman asked with a smile.

"Start with what the Black Sheephorn believers are doing right now, and find out what they've been up to lately."

Without hesitation, Sivi said the answer that the other party expected.

―Timothyan Dark Alliance. The Cliff of the Western Continent -

"You're finally here...... Asacher. An eerie voice echoed through the dark room, filled with an indescribable sense of pride.

At this time, the flasks were no longer placed on the table as casually as they had been at the beginning.

More than a dozen shackles made of special magical alloys held it tightly to prevent the monster, which was so large that it seemed to overflow the flask at any moment, from escaping.

Before the vampire princess returned, only her deputy, Asacher, was able to break the shackles.

"So many days have passed...... You've already figured it out...... Asacher. ”

Countless mouths grew out of the black sludge again, opening and closing in a disturbing sound.

"You have what it takes to become stronger...... There's room to get stronger...... Let go of the shackles of a qiē...... Embrace your own ambitions! ”

"Shut up!"

Asacher first yelled habitually.

Then he smacked his lips unhappily, his brow furrowed deeply, as if there was still a fierce struggle going on in his heart.

However, after a few times, most of his persistence has been consumed.

"What do you do if you want to become stronger?" He looked at the increasingly disgusting black mud, and his face showed a color of disgust: "First of all, if you want to eat your body to achieve the purpose of becoming stronger, I will never do that!" ”

"Don't be nervous...... Drink a part of my body...... In this way, I gain some of my power...... That's what I did when I was weak......"

"Time passes...... I will slowly recover after the Demon King...... There's no need for that kind of roundabout anymore......"

"As long as you make a little ritual...... You will gain the power of the Lord of Styx...... A power that can be equal to the one you admire......"

"Now...... Please swear by it......"

Outside the castle, a bolt of lightning slashed diagonally across the sky, turning the darkness between heaven and earth, as if to indicate that something was about to happen. (To be continued......)

PS: The supplement still failed OTZ, so just let me delay it for another day......