Chapter 115

"You'd better familiarize yourself with the skill of a warlock first. You'd better be greedy. To combine the two, you have to know more about them. " Mend the way of instruction.

Shen Yanxiao can only give up and continue to kowtow to those warlocks' books.

At this time, a series of footsteps came from the stairs on the second floor.

Shen Yanxiao immediately put away the crystal and hid himself in the dark.

The old guard of the warlock tower, carrying a crystal lamp, slowly walked up to the dark second floor. He quietly went to a bookcase, put a stack of books carefully on the bookcase, and then turned back to the first floor.

Shen Yanxiao looked at the back of the old man's leaving and couldn't help feeling.

There is only such an old man in the huge warlock tower. He seems to mend some books every day and take good care of those books that haven't been read for a long time.

Shen Yanxiao went to the place where the old man had just put the books, and took down several books that the old man had put on the bookcase.

Some spell skill books, and some notebooks.

Shen Yanxiao's eyes were soon attracted by a torn sheepskin book. Ancient books clearly recorded notes on various stages of the magician's road. There were not only detailed combined spells, but also detailed information about the single spells needed by the combined spells.

This note is a timely help to Shen Yanxiao, which is what she needs most now.

Turning to the last page of the parchment, she saw a strong line of signatures.

Cloud Qi.

Obviously, this note was written by the man named Yun Qi himself. Judging from the fragmentary degree of the parchment book, it has a history of at least fifty or sixty years.

Will it be the old man

Shen Yanxiao quickly overturned his own speculation. Xiu had confirmed that there was no magic and fighting spirit in the old man's body. He was just an ordinary old man who could not be ordinary any more. If he was an expert, he could not have realized his arrival these days.

No matter who Yun Qi is, this note is very important to Shen Yanxiao. She immediately received the parchment book in the ring and left quietly from the warlock tower.

As soon as Shen Yanxiao's front foot left, a rare visitor came to the warlock tower.

"Haven't you been tired of all these years?" The visitor is an old man with a white beard of 60-70 years old. His white robe is particularly noble and elegant. On the old face, his sharp eyes are smiling.

The librarian, who was buried in a pile of books, raised his head slowly, looked at the visitors lightly, and then lowered his head to continue the repair work in his hands.

"Why are you tired? These are the most precious treasures of warlocks. I can't let them be lost in my hands. But you, Ouyang Huanyu, Dean of Saint Laurent's college, how can you condescend to come to me today? "

It was no one else who suddenly visited the warlock tower. Ouyang Huanyu, the dean of Saint Laurent college, was also the most powerful magician in Longxuan empire.

"I'm just here to see if you are still holding on to meaningless things." Ouyang looks around at the empty warlock tower and sighs.

Once upon a time, there were also plenty of talents here, but with the decline of the profession of warlock, the branch of warlock had not recruited a student for decades.