Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
“It is better to familiarize yourself with more warlock skills first. It is not wise to be greedy. If you want to make use of these two professions together, you need to have a better understanding of the two.” Xiu instructed.
Shen Yanxiao could only drop the subject and continued to memorize those warlock books.
Just then, footsteps could be heard from the second-floor stairs.
Shen Yanxiao immediately covered the light crystal and hid in the dark.
The old man who guarded the tower walked up to the pitch-black second level with a crystal lamp in his hand. He quietly walked to one of the bookshelves and carefully slotted a pile of books into it before he returned to the first level.
As Shen Yanxiao saw the old man’s back view, she could not help but feel moved.
The old man was the only person who managed the huge tower, and he seemed to repair the books daily. He put his heart into the care of those books that had not been read for many years.
Shen Yanxiao walked to where that old man had placed the books previously and took out a few of them.
Some of them were skill books for curses, and there were also a few notebooks.
An old sheepskin attracted Shen Yanxiao’s gaze. Different phases for the path of a warlock were clearly recorded down on the age-old book. There were also detailed combination curses and detailed information about its required singular curses written down on the margin of the book.
For Shen Yanxiao, the notebook was practically a timely help and something that she had urgently needed.
When she flipped to the last page of the book, she saw a bold and powerful signature.
‘Yun Qi.’
It was apparent that someone named Yun Qi hand wrote the notebook. The old sheepskin on it showed that it was at least fifty to sixty years old.
Could that old man be…?
Shen Yanxiao quickly rejected her own theory. Xiu had verified that the old man did not possess any magic or battle aura and that he was just an ordinary old man. If he were an expert, then it would be impossible for him to miss her presence while she was there for the past few days.
No matter who Yun Qi was, that notebook was essential for Shen Yanxiao. She immediately kept the book in her interspatial ring and quietly left the Warlock Tower.
The moment Shen Yanxiao left, the Warlock Tower welcomed a rarely seen guest.
“It had been so many years, are you not tired yet?” The guest was an old man with white beard who looked to be about sixty to seventy years old. He wore a white robe, and he seemed exceptionally noble and elegant. His face was weathered, but there was a trace of a smile in his eyes.
The caretaker, who was buried in a pile of books in the library, slowly looked up and casually glanced at the guest before he looked down again to continue with his reparation works.
“Why would I be tired? These are all precious treasures of warlocks, and I cannot let them disappear in my hands. How are you so free to grace me with your presence here today, dean Ouyang Huanyu?”
The sudden guest was none other than the world-famous dean of the Saint Laurent Academy, Ouyang Huanyu. He was also the most powerful Magus in Longxuan Empire.
“I came to see if a stubborn old man still persisted with meaningless things.” Ouyang Huanyu looked at the empty Warlock Tower and lightly sighed.
The place once brimmed with talents, but as the profession of warlock became obsolete, it had been decades since the Warlock Division enrolled a single student.
