Chapter 552 The gravekeeper of Brakmoya Cemetery comes from an old friend of Atlas Court
Further away is a vast swamp, with a gray mist hanging over it. If you cross the swamp, you can just see the cemetery behind the swamp.
Looking through the fog, the cemetery is looming, adding a bit of mystery to it, and it looks like the place where some bizarre novels take place.
In this environment, I'm afraid even if someone who has been dead for many years suddenly comes back to life, it won't be a big deal.
"That friend of yours lives in the village below?"
Aozaki Aoko used magic to enhance her vision and looked at the small village curiously.
"No, he lives there."
Mikael shook his head and stretched out his hand to point in another direction.
Aozaki Aoko looked in the direction of his finger. There was a higher hill there. When he raised his head, he could just see a dilapidated windmill hut.
Although the wind was blowing, the windmill did not move, as if it was broken.
The building that Don Quixote once stubbornly thought was a giant and launched an attack on it is now like the corpse of a giant, slumped to the ground, like the watchman of the entire cemetery.
As for the name of the current president of Yaels Academy, I'm afraid even a cautious magician would know it, just as bad as the lowest leader of a country.
Because of the loving nature of Yaels-in, the status of the dean of Yaels-in is greater than that of the monarch of the Clock Tower.
"Ah, he is not the current dean of this Ayers Academy——?!"
Aozaki Keika suddenly felt that there was no burning sensation under his face.
Mikael raised his eyebrows and walked out of the windmill house with no determination at all. Aozaki Aoko was slightly firmer and then followed.
The white clothes with no red stripes were gorgeous but not aristocratic, and the long cloak was swaying, creating a soft wind.
Similar to the dilapidated and old windmill house on the inside, the outside of the house is neat and tidy, and the space is also slightly extended. The outside is filled with modern machines, like some kind of low-tech laboratory.
Now that the dean of the Yaels Academy appears in front of you, it is obvious that the ancestor of the Dead Apostles who challenged the love of the Eighth Law and transformed into a conscious natural disaster [Night of Wallachia] should
It's no longer a rumor.
"Um--?"
Except for that point, you will definitely admit your mistake, because Chengzi is not the world's top puppet maker, and there is obviously no trace of your handiwork on that puppet.
When mentioning the Magic Association, the first thing that comes to mind for special magicians is the Clock Tower, as if the Clock Tower itself is not the Magic Association.
Because before the establishment of the Clock Tower, and even earlier, Cibia El Atra Ya Alsia had always been the dean of Jingjia Xiangsi Academy, and there had never been any change.
It's just that the dean of Yaels Academy actually appeared in that remote village, which was really unpredictable.
It's just that Aozaki Aoko has never seen the keyboard and mouse for inputting text and symbols.
From here to the windmill hut, it only takes less than ten minutes at the speed of Aoko Aozaki and Mikael.
The blond young man put his hands behind his chest and bowed slightly,
"Isn't that Sister Aozaki Aoko? She is the famous seventh magic user and has been well-known for a long time."
"You feel that there is no stage there. Isn't that what he hates? Zibia."
"As a long-awaited reunion between old friends, you feel that the stage is still intact, but life is not so ordinary, and some joy must be shared with old friends as soon as possible, so I will accommodate myself to that wonderful place.
Bar."
But it is the same as the laboratory of a special person. It looks more like some kind of alien technology. The cube processed by pure crystal is shining with light, and many different symbols are also beating under the blue floating screen. Look.
It looks like a computer.
Before the brief darkness, you were stunned by the various decorations and furnishings that came into view outside the house.
"Zibia al-Atra al-Aalsia?"
Although Blackmoya Cemetery is very unknown, it is just that, and it has no too small value. Obviously, the dean of Yayers Academy appeared there for the sake of other people's more important things.
things.
If it were a special magician, I'm afraid he would have guessed the existence of Jingjia Xiangsi Academy as soon as he saw these strange devices. After all, only the alchemists of Yaels Academy could do that.
Go do these weird things.
"Oh~~ It seems that he already knows that we are coming."
It's just that reputation does not mean that it is powerful. Fang Panhai, who focuses on the magic of the Age of Gods, is concerned about worldly affairs, and Yaels Institute, which focuses on alchemy, has no communication with the outside world, and is even known as a person who can't even shine.
Leaking is a "living hell" to go out of.
That is of course accurate. The Magic Association is actually a union of eight small organizations. It's just that the one in the Clock Tower is the least famous, and the other two are more famous.
As I stepped out of the shadows, Aozaki Aoko could see my true face clearly. This was a young man who looked to be around seventy-seven or seven years old, with long, silky golden hair that shone like molten gold.
Las Yuan shook his head heavily, and a long-lost sincere smile appeared on his face.
Standing at the door, Mikael stepped forward and was about to knock on the dilapidated wooden door, but the door in front of him opened silently.
The light in my emerald eyes is flowing, and I can feel a certain emotion called "joy" in my words, including my movements.
Of course, that has nothing to do with Rasin and Aozaki Aoko. "——Good."
It's just that there has been some official news that there seems to be a problem with the dean of the Yaels Academy. This new ancestor of the Dead Apostles who appeared in Romania, Wallachia Night is not my incarnation.
Aozaki Aoko was startled, and she couldn't help repeating the name. You were not familiar with it, but you seemed to have heard it somewhere before, but you soon remembered it.
"The fault lies with me."
Yaelsia Academy has neither confirmed nor denied the rumor, as if it exists at all. The position of the dean has not been passed on to me, and it is still headed by Zibia Elatra Yaelsia.
Responsible for.
And more importantly, my body is that of a doll, and it was made by Aozaki Kiyoko.
"My name above is Zibia El Atra Ya Alsia."
Zibia Elking Jiaxiang Yaalsia loves a living legend. I am afraid that the only one in the Clock Tower is this mysterious magic marshal Kishua Zervichi Shobein Ogunen.
Comparable.
At the end of the corridor, a human figure shaped like a lake walked out of the shadows. My footsteps were as soft as a cat's.
Aozaki Aoko, who was standing next to Rasin, frowned slightly. You noticed the essence of the young man behind you at the first glance. The weight of too little time has accumulated in my soul. It has obviously been there for a long time, but it has not been there for a long time.