After three years, when Rob returned to the Royal College of Magic and Magic, he found that the place had not changed much since he left. Other than a newly built female dormitory, most of the places were the same as before.
Of course, before, he could only look down from the top of the tower. Now, he could finally take a walk around the campus.
As early as seven years ago, Rob was already the ace of the Royal College of Magic and Magic. There were rumors about him everywhere in the school. However, because Rob rarely left the tower, very few people had actually seen him. Three years later, even fewer people recognized him.
Therefore, the future Supreme Magus Your Honor walked along the path. No one bothered him, and the people around him just treated him as an ordinary student.
Rob went to the small garden that he always wanted to go to. There, he saw a few wild mandarin ducks hugging each other and whispering to each other. Then, he turned to the canteen and bought a glass of grapefruit juice and a loaf of white bread. He sat on a bench and basked in the sun while he crumbled the bread in his hand to feed the pigeons.
After drinking the juice, the future Supreme Magus Your Honor went to the school library. There, he saw a little girl crying on the table. Rob walked over curiously. Seeing the exercise book in front of her, the future Supreme Magus Your Honor smiled and picked up a pen to change a few numbers. When the girl looked up again, she found that the formula that she couldn't match no matter how hard she tried suddenly had the correct answer.
At dusk, Rob came to the Dean of Academic Affairs' magic tower. The latter had already taken out the white wine that he had treasured for many years from his small wine cellar. Roselle's little golem opened the door for Rob. The Dean of Academic Affairs was cooking in an apron. He poked his head out of the kitchen and said, "Oh, you're here. Sit outside for a while."
Rob nodded. Unlike the demon king Demain, the Dean of Academic Affairs had been quite nice to him. When he was locked in the tower, the Dean of Academic Affairs would come to chat with him from time to time and bring him a few books to relieve his boredom. Although the Dean of Academic Affairs had given Rob lessons in the past, they were more like friends. So, after he returned to the Royal College of Magic and Magic, he talked to Steins and Demain and asked Roselle to have dinner together the next day.
The little golem brought out the cooked dishes and put them on the table. The white wine in the decanter had been left for a while, and the aroma of the wine filled the room.
The Dean of Academic Affairs took off his apron and put it aside. He then pulled out a chair and sat at the table. "I haven't cooked for a long time. My skills are rusty. It's a pity that D 'Attarion is not here. Otherwise, it would be more lively." He paused and laughed. "You two turned the South upside down some time ago. Not only did you kidnap an archbishop, but you also forced the second-in-command of the temple to teach Saruman's sacred body to self-destruct. It made your juniors in the school very excited for a long time."
"It's just luck," Roselle said.
"The Mana Sharing Mechanism is not something that can be researched just by luck." Roselle shook his head, but then his tone became a little more worried. "The council has been arguing fiercely over your matter for the past two days. Most people are still inclined to hand over the Bretton girls to the church. Although the teacher has temporarily suppressed it, the attitude of the church is very firm. I heard from the teacher that you are going to see Venner the Fifth?"
"Yes, the time has been arranged. It will be in five days."
"Five days later? It seems that I can't make it. " The Dean of Academic Affairs was a little regretful. "There is something unusual in the Margan Desert in the west. Tomorrow, I will go there with Lucia Archmage of the Laurel Academy of Magic to investigate."
"Oh, what's the situation?"
"I don't know the details. The earliest was a year ago. Some residents nearby reported that several oases in the desert were shrinking, and a large number of plants were dying. The Dusk Rain Academy of Magic was the closest, so their people went to investigate first. Unfortunately, they did not find anything. Later, the cattle and sheep in the small town by the desert suddenly died in large numbers. The locals were terrified, and some people began to flee. Now, with the gold rush over, there is less than a tenth of the population left in the town. Three months ago, a well-equipped caravan from Haifa with only about a hundred people tried to take a shortcut across the Margan Desert to the orcs' Hillock Town, but they lost contact not long after they entered. The Haifa Chamber of Commerce commissioned the mages of the Laurel Academy of Magic to go into the desert to look for them. The Laurel Academy of Magic sent two grade-three mages for the first time, but they also lost contact after that. They reported this matter to the Magic Association, and Lucia and I are now responsible for it."
Roselle gave a brief introduction of the situation, but it seemed that he did not take it too seriously. The Magic Association had long been aware of the abnormal phenomenon in the Margan Desert, but the danger level was not too high. Compared to the beast tide riot in the Black Moon Forest half a year ago, and the large-scale production of the Charm Potion, the deterioration of the natural environment and the death of livestock were not too dangerous. After all, the manpower of the Magic Association was limited, so they had to deal with the more dangerous things first. So, they mainly observed what happened in the Margan Desert.
If it were not for the disappearance of the caravan of more than a hundred people and the teacher from the Laurel Academy of Magic, an eighth-grade grand magus like Roselle would not have been alarmed.
Rob asked, "Do you need my help?"
The date of the meeting with Vennar the Fifth had been set, and Lolo was receiving Steins's treatment. During this period, he had nothing to do.
As expected, the dean shook his head and refused. "It's not easy for you to come back. Vice-Principal Demain will not let me take you out again. Also, the Margan Desert should be a small matter. My preliminary guess is that it's caused by the undead. Archmage Lucia and I are enough to solve it."
Rob nodded, and the two talked about things related to the magic network while eating. The dean was very interested in this and asked a lot of academic questions. Early the next morning, Roselle left the Royal College of Magic and Magic through the teleportation array.
In the next few days, Rob's life was peaceful, which was rare. Originally, he thought that Demain would find trouble with him and force him to continue the devil's training. However, the old man's attitude seemed to loosen after he became a seventh-grade magus, saying that he had nothing to teach him, and did not lock him in the tower anymore. In fact, as long as he did not leave the Royal College of Magic and Magic, he could basically go anywhere he wanted.
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