The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady

The administrator did not look up and snorted.

"It doesn't make sense. It's the people on this continent who are too narrow, and they will use the warlocks as a savage beast. They don't understand the power of the warlock." The old man's tone is full of desire for the warlock. .

"That's just your understanding. Now the warlock has already withered all the way. There are no more people who can learn the warlocks on the entire bright continent." Ouyang Huanyu couldn't help but feel a little regret.

"How? You want to remove the Warlock Branch? Don't think that I don't know, the magician branch is overcrowded. Do you want to remove the Warlock branch to the students there?" The old man looked up and his eyes were full of shrewd eyes. Angry.

The warlock's road is in the hands of this group of ignorants.

Ouyang Huanyu smiled and said: "Don't be nervous, I remember what I promised you. As long as you are still at St. Roland College, the Warlock Branch will never be erased from Yves Saint Laurent College."

When I heard the guarantee of Ouyang Huanyu, the old man lowered his head and continued to work on his hands.

If someone hears the conversation between the two people, I am afraid that I will fall off my chin.

Ouyang Huanyu, famous in the world, is so polite to this ordinary person who can't be in the ordinary old man. It is simply unbelievable.

Even if you see the emperor of the Longxuan Empire, I am afraid that Ouyang Huanyu will not speak so well.

"If nothing happens, you can go. People outside the Warlock are not welcome here, especially the magician." The old man unceremoniously issued an order.

Ouyang Huanyu touched the gray of his nose. For someone who did not give face, he was not angry. He just said before leaving. "The pharmacist's branch has some clues. I believe I will give them some time. The refining of things is successful."

After that, Ouyang Huanyu left the empty warlock tower.

What about doing it? The old man looked up at the whole house and his eyes were desolate. The strongest profession in the bright continent has now fallen into such a field. He knows better than anyone else, how rich the skill book in the entire Warlock Tower, as long as he is a person who is willing to embark on the road of the Warlock, he is absolutely confident to cultivate that person into the existence of all the elites of the Rolling Saint Laurent College.

but…

Is there anyone else who wants to be a warlock at this day?

The old man frowned slightly, and suddenly he thought of something. He walked quickly to the second floor of the Warlock Tower to see a stack of books he had placed in the bookcase.

All the books are basically quietly lying in the same place, but there is one less insignificant note.

"The little devil, really took it away?" The old man was a little surprised, but in the next second his chaotic eyes showed a mad joy.

If it weren't for his clear memory of every book in the Warlock Tower, he wouldn't find a problem with the location of two books placed ten days ago. Since ten days ago, he knew that the Warlock Tower was coming. For the first time in many years, those books that have been carefully visited back to the original place, if they do not pay attention, will not find them being moved.

He also observed for many days before he decided his own ideas.

Since then, he has begun to pay attention to the skill book that the little guy has read every time, probably knowing the uninvited little guy, a newborn who has just set foot on the road of warlocks.