Donald Mueller, the head of the Kurkut Imperial Study Mission, had locked himself in his room for three or four days, and he kept the door closed, even if someone was delivering food.

If it weren't for the fact that the members of the regiment had received a response from him, and that he would have come out every day to get some paper and pen and ink, people would have thought that he had been assassinated.

Drafts were thrown haphazardly on the floor, overturned inkwells had blackened the paper, and Donald Muller was writing on his desk.

There were some ink marks on the corners of his mouth, because he accidentally picked up the inkwell while drinking the water, and poured half a bottle of ink into his stomach.

Now his hair is messy, his eyes are bloodshot, and he has no image at all, which is completely opposite to the personable appearance when he first came to the Sorrowful Wind Territory.

The pen was writing on the blank paper, his brain was racing, the calculations were constantly being substituted into the equations, and sometimes he would scratch at the little hair he had left, and the hair on the top of his head had been lost by him more than a decade ago.

His teeth bit the barrel of the pen so hard that Donald felt as if he wanted to eat the pen in his stomach.

Soon after, the tip of the pen fell again on the paper, and equations appeared on the blank paper, and Donald quickly calculated and calculated.

After the calculation, Donald picked up his pen and began to fill in the gradually complete circle on a piece of scratch paper on the other side, and the circle he had forcibly memorized was being calculated step by step.

The head of the study mission had not had a real break for three or four days, and it could be said that he had not even slept well.

This is an extremely deadly thing for a mage whose brain is spinning at high speed and is in a state of full computing for a long time!

Now his brain is still flexible, because he has overdrawn his body and drunk a few bottles of magic potions, and after this overdraft, he will inevitably have a serious illness.

However, Donald Mueller doesn't care!

After remembering the circle, he had been secretly working on the restoration, but the progress had not been fast before, but a few days ago, he had found a key point, so he locked himself in his room and retreated for three or four days.

Now that the progress has advanced to the final point, it only needs to find a few more key points to be able to piece together this circle.

"It can't be, it's impossible ......"

Donald's left hand tormented what little hair he had left, and in his right hand he held a pen and counted on a blank piece of paper.

It was the last minute, but his mind was blank because of the final result presented on paper.

The poor middle-aged bald mage, who had become mentally numb due to the huge impact, finally filled in those calculations into the circle after ten minutes.

Due to the use of ordinary ink, the circle on the paper had no effect, just a pattern, but Donald held the paper up and laid it flat in front of his eyes, staring blankly at the intricate pattern on it, his face already full of 'unbelievable'.

"I see......"

Donald smiled wryly, crumpled the draft in his hand into a ball, and tossed it to the ground.

He restored the circle, and although he didn't know what the name of the circle was, it was undoubtedly a good idea......

"That's not right!"

Donald suddenly realized that something was wrong, turned and threw himself on the ground, and even the chair overturned.

The members of the study delegation who lived downstairs from Donald looked helplessly at the ceiling, wondering what was wrong with their head and why they were making such a noise.

A few of the members of the group glanced apprehensively at the door, which might have broken down by now if it hadn't been for Donald himself, if nothing had been better left undisturbed.

Because when they saw Captain Donald in the past few days, they found that he was very haggard, with deep-set eyes, a pair of dark circles, and a beard on his chin, which looked like he had no energy.

Poor rest is a big no-no for mages, and even more so for overwork, and if it weren't for Captain Donald's repeated insistence that he was only researching 'new discoveries', they would have been a little skeptical that he was being controlled by some devil.

After all, although Wende City seems to be safe on the surface, there are not only humans but also wild elves, dwarves, and even rat people living here, but in the eyes of these people, it is really too chaotic here, especially since the 'magic furnace' is even placed in a public place - oh my, this is unimaginable in the Kurkut Empire!

Leaving aside how these Kurkut Empire mages felt about the Grim Wind Leader, it would be too difficult to find a piece of paper that had just been thrown into the crumpled pile.

Even if he wanted to use a spell, Donald, who was reminded of his physical and mental condition by the stinging pain in his head, rummaged through the pile of papers for more than ten minutes before finding the paper ball, and during this time, the mage leader, whose mind was completely confused, had completely forgotten the fact that he was actually able to draw another one.

When he had taken out the ball of paper, he looked at it several times, and he almost pasted the crumpled paper on his face, like a pervert, and gasped at a blank piece of paper.

"How can this be?"

Donald's body began to tremble after confirming that his guess was correct, and at this time, the side effects of drinking the potion also hit, and his head began to dizzy.

"Hmm-"

Donald covered his mouth and swallowed the filth that was running backwards in his esophagus.

Now he felt his world spinning, and the sharp pain in his head had made him lose the ability to continue thinking, but with the last bit of strength, he crawled to the side of the bed and put the paper in his bag.

The veins in his temples were throbbing, and he leaned against the side of the bed, gasping for breath, and shouted weakly: "Come on, help-"

Before Donald could finish his words, he no longer had the strength to shout, not only was his voice hoarse, but he also felt discomfort in his stomach.

The members of the group who were waiting outside the door slammed the door in, and when they looked around the room, they saw a shiny head full of oil by the bed.

"Lord Donald!"

Donald only heard a few exclamations, and then his eyes went dark and he fainted.

When he woke up again, he opened his eyes in a daze and saw the white ceiling above him......

Isn't this his room?

It took a while for Donald to realize that this was not his room.

What about his piece of paper? What about the paper with the circle on it?

After coming to his senses a little, Donald didn't immediately want to know where this was and where he was taken, he immediately remembered the piece of paper with the circle drawn!

Unable to move, Donald lay on the bed and thought for a moment, reminding him that he had put the piece of paper back in his bag, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Lord Donald!"

An exclamation of surprise rang out from his ears, and Donald's eyes glanced to his left, followed by a rush of footsteps, and several people came to his bedside.

"How are you?"

"What's going on, why are you overdrawn?"

"Your Excellency Donald, are you awake now? Do you need anything? You say, I'll prepare it for you!"

The groggy head once again stripped Donald of his ability to think, and after the messy questions poured into his head, he closed his eyes again.

It's too sleepy...... It's so sleepy......

"Lord Donald!!!"

"Doctor...... Doctor?"

The voice faded away, and Donald fell into a coma again.

Because he had been forgetting to sleep and eat for a few days, his body was already overdrawn, so he fainted again.

But before that, he had already calculated the circle as he wished, and although he had overdrawn his body, he would never regret it-

Because, he has found a 'treasure' for the Kurkut Empire!