“The minds of people on the mainland are too narrow, they insist
that warlocks are the scourge of the scourge. They do not understand what they
do not know,” the old man said, his tone full of yearning.
“That is only your understanding. Now the warlock path has
nearly withered completely, within the entire continent you cannot find a
single person willing to learn the art,” Ouyang Huanyu sighed with a trace of
regret.
“Do you want to tear down the warlock branch? Do not think I
am unaware. The magician branch is overcrowded and you want to make room by
removing the warlock branch. Is that not the case?” the old man looked up, his
bright eyes full of anger.
The warlock path died at the hands of these ignorant people.
Ouyang Huanyu smiled and said, “Do not be nervous. I
remember my promise to you, so long as you are still at the Holy Roland School
there will be a warlock branch.”
Ouyang Huanyu gave his solemn vow and the old man grunted,
then bowed his head and continued to work.
If someone had heard the dialogue between the two, their
chin would have dropped. Even if the famous Ouyang Huanyu had been before the
Dragon Emperor, he would not have spoken so well.
“If there is nothing else, you can go. Do not bring people
outside of the warlock path here, especially magicians,” the old man ordered
unceremoniously to his guest.
Ouyang Huanyu touched his nose and took his leave while
saying, “The pharmacist division has an idea. Give them sometime and they
should finish refining.” Finished, Ouyang Huanyu left the warlock tower.
How should I do it? The old man looked up at the endless
line of books, his eyes desolate. Once the strongest career in the whole
continent, now the warlock field has nearly become extinct. He knows better
than anyone how valuable the skills available in the warlock tower are, all he
needs is a man who is willing to walk the way of the warlock. He is confident
that he could make them into the elite of the elite within the Holy Roland
School. But…
In this day and age, who is willing to become a warlock?
The old man frowned, then suddenly thought of something. He
walked quickly to the second floor of the warlock tower, to see the place where
he left a stack of books. All the books were laying where he had left them,
except for one.
“That little devil really took it?” The old man was slightly
surprised, but in the next second his eyes exposed unprecedented joy.
If he did not remember every book contained within the
warlock tower, he would not have found the problem with two books in ten days.
Ten days ago, he knew that the warlock tower had a student
enter it for the first time in many years. One who was very careful to place
the books back from where they were pulled. If you were not paying attention,
you would simply not notice the difference.
The old man had observed for many days before he was able to
be certain.
From that point on, he began to pay attention to the little
guy every time he read. The old man saw that the young one read the same skill
book each time and realized that the little guy had just set foot on the
warlock path.