Ziegler looked up at the time, "Hasn't anyone come yet?"

There was a little eagerness in her words, and even the goddess of wealth couldn't help but turn her head to look at it, as if she had never seen him so impatient since she had known this red dragon.

However, he'd been interested in it ever since he learned about the Mage Academy project, so it wasn't a surprise that he had such a reaction.

The maid sat behind her desk, her fingertips dangling above the letterhead, her gaze shifting as her fingertips moved.

These were all letterheads from other mages, and in the letters, they either scolded them in strict words or persuaded them bitterly, but there was a kind of 'pleading' between the lines—to make the maid give up and continue to build the mage academy.

But what really amuses the maid is that none of them are written on the letterhead of the 'Legendary Mage', and it seems that all the Legendary Mages are sensible or are on the sidelines.

Ordinary mages, and even great mages, didn't need to pay attention, and the only ones who could shake the maid's mind were the legendary mages, but until now, they still had an ambiguous attitude and did not express any opinion on this.

Cervantes sat with his arms folded to the side, listening to the sound of busy footsteps in the hallway, each step as if stepping on his nerves, clear and 'visible'.

In the chaotic footsteps, only one footstep was a little flustered, and it was rapidly approaching the office.

The black dragon opened his eyes and said indifferently: "It's here!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a knock on the office door, and everyone looked at it, and the corners of the maid's mouth curled slightly.

"Please come in!"

The next moment, the door was violently pushed open, and as soon as the pusher stepped into the office, all eyes fell on him, and his eyes took in the people and objects in the room.

Then, as if being poured from his head by a basin of cold water, the anger in his heart suddenly disappeared, and even his body became stiff.

The visitor was well-dressed, but the etiquette was not very good, and he was not worthy of his 'brocade clothes and jade belt'.

Looking at the visitor, the maid's eyes flickered a few times, and she asked with a smile, "Bishop Walkland, I don't know why you came?"

It was indeed the aristocratic church that took the lead......

Bishop Wackland's gaze roamed the room, his gaze swept over the big men one by one, and a few drops of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

The quiet red dragon's lips were light, blowing the 'jade' in the Zou cup like the color of the lake, taking a sip of turquoise, sniffing the fragrance of the tip of the nose, and not saying a word.

The black dragon beside him had half-open eyes, and his gaze was always on the bishop who pushed the door in, but the malice in his eyes made Bishop Wackerland's heart chill.

The black dragon grand duke on the side did not squint, his eyes were fixed on the tea in the cup, he did not taste it, and he did not put down the teacup in his hand, and the pressure on him was not half a point weaker than that of the red dragon.

The Goddess of Fortune looked back, her eyes full of curiosity, and it could be seen that the previous exchange with the head maid Serena was not the slightest unpleasant.

Bishop Wackerland took a deep breath and looked at the head maid—

The chief maid's eyes narrowed slightly, and her smile was sweet, and when she saw her pink lips lightly, she asked again, "Bishop Walkland, may I ask why you are here at this time?"

"I, I ......"

Bishop Wackerland opened his mouth to answer, but felt as if his tongue had frozen, and he could not say a word.

The darkness spread beneath his feet, and at this moment he felt as if he was in the abyss, and indescribable fear was approaching him from all directions.

Fortunately, in the midst of this dark current, Bishop Wackland was able to keep his mind clear, and unfortunately, he was able to keep his mind clear.

Time seemed to have been stopped at this moment, and the bishop of the aristocratic church stood in the middle of the darkness in despair, his brain clearer than ever.

'I shouldn't have come!' he regretted inwardly.

'But this is the mission that Her Majesty has given me!' he was struggling.

'No, I knew this was the result from the beginning......

"Alas......"

Bishop Wackerland let out a long sigh in a trance, as if his spine had been pulled away, and his erect body suddenly became stiff.

"Serena Maid, I don't know if you can ......"

The middle-aged bishop frowned, hesitated for a moment, and asked with difficulty, "Stop the construction of the Mage Academy?"

He gave up his pride and tried to soften the woman in front of him with a begging gesture, but he didn't know that the more he was like this, the more unlikely it would be for the woman in front of him to give up.

"You should know, Bishop Walkland," the maid smiled, "it's impossible!"

Bishop Wackerland's body trembled, and he snorted in frustration, "Yes, I see...... Well, I won't bother ......"

The middle-aged man Mu Ran closed the doors on both sides and closed the gloomy face outside, and all of a sudden, the atmosphere in the office became active again.

"Perfect!" Ziegler smiled and complimented, not knowing if he was talking about the tea in the cup or the performance just now.

Latinia grinned as well and leaned on the desk, "That woman should be deflated now!"

Cervantes took a sip of the tea he had brewed himself, and was very satisfied with the mild taste of the water, "The noble church has taken the lead, who will be next?"

"Who knows......" the maid chuckled as she lifted a strand of golden hair in front of her, "anyone is possible?"

The aristocratic goddess and the mage hit it off, but her followers are just like her, almost bullying the weak and afraid of the hard, and she is a typical 'modern aristocracy'.

But then it's not clear who will come, because 'anyone is possible'.

But I should still be a priest of a church, and I don't know which church?

............

"Mage—"

Ashley looked at her adoptive father in shock, "Master of Martial Arts, you're going to let 'them' into that academy!?"

"I'm no longer a 'martial arts master'......"

The blind Drow chuckled, "Aren't we also from the Duchy of Sorrow now?" I remember you said that we had all received our 'resident ID cards'. ”

Ashley said nervously: "I got it, I got it, but ......"

After raising his hand to stop his adopted daughter, the martial arts chief gently persuaded him: "The maid master personally promised that 'anyone' could enter that academy to study, so we should do the same." The head maid is not as narrow as you think, otherwise the country would not have developed to this extent......"

“...... Is it really possible?" Ashley, as she always did, tried to get answers from her own knowledgeable adoptive father.

The martial arts chief couldn't see it, but he could hear the hope in Ashley's words.

Just as he still struggles to break away from the traditions of drow society, Ashley is even more impossible.

She respects him, but she unconsciously shows a 'commanding' attitude towards her brother, and even her brother treats her with the corresponding attitude.

'A mage is far more noble than a warrior' – this concept is the result of traditional education and is difficult to eradicate.

"If you don't believe me, you can go to the city hall and ask yourself. The chief of martial arts raised his hand and gently stroked his adopted daughter's head, "Didn't you say?" ”

"I can't see it, but the experience is still there, and I won't be blinded by a person's appearance, and I can 'see' more directly what a person is, if you don't believe it, just ask! ”

A little squirming Ashley pursed her lips, and her body, which still had a little bit of fear, stopped trembling.

She wants to fit in with the country, otherwise not only her, but her 'father' and her 'brothers and sisters' will die......

So, she had to do it!

"Yes, father......"