Galt leaned his head on the recliner and quietly admired the crystal-clear room. This was another unique little invention of his.
Using optical reflection, he placed eight highly reflective round mirrors in each corner of the room, and then lit an oil lamp in front of the first mirror. In this way, only one small lamp was needed to illuminate the entire room.
In order to enhance the concentration of the light source, the master also modified the internal structure of the kerosene lamp so that the firelight can be transmitted through a special metal surface.
Sitting in this "splendid" office, holding hot wine in one hand and a high-end lamb blanket in the other, Galt felt that his life was simply better than that of some of the lords and nobles of the empire. In this cold winter season, many people at the bottom of the empire
The lord is still hiding in his castle, burning charcoal to keep warm. And he lives in the most luxurious room in Kislev and enjoys special treatment second only to the queen.
Looking back at the beginning, I was still a poor young man in the empire. In order to raise money to enter the magic academy, I cheated and deceived everywhere. Now, in just a few years, I have already reached such a position. Thinking about the past, and then looking at the present, Galt
Not only is he satisfied, but he is also intoxicated in his "legendary struggle history".
The wood in the fireplace was burning with thundering sounds, and the orange-red firelight warmed this luxurious exclusive office.
Not only did he recall the promise made to him by Lord Lord Rhodes, that when industrial production was on track and train development was completely completed, the Holy Steel Heart Magic Academy would be established in Kislev, and the dean would be himself.
Thinking of this, Galt became even more satisfied. The metal ball above his head beat dexterously, like a dancing teenager.
However, just as the alchemist was intoxicated with his beautiful fantasy, a chill and cold wind swept across the entire room in an instant.
Galt was familiar with this smell. It was not ordinary cold air, not a naturally formed cold current, but a man-made...spell...yes, it was a kind of spell, the air of ice.
Another stubborn frost witch...
Galt sighed, his quiet life was always disturbed by these boring and stubborn frost witches.
They can't always beat themselves, but they like to challenge themselves. The guards can't stop them at all. Their spells can be cast from a distance, even if no one is in the room, they can send cold wind to them. They can even freeze the guards in place. These big guys
The rough guards looked like fools in front of the Frost Witch...
Galt couldn't help but laugh at his bodyguards, who looked like a bunch of trash in front of the mage.
He was about to get up and open the door, but suddenly he realized that the cold air was completely different from before.
It was so cold...it instantly drove away all the warmth in the room.
Moreover, this kind of cold seems to penetrate the skin and invade the bone marrow...
No one who faced the Frost Witch in the past could do this. Before even saying hello, he felt huge invisible pressure, which made Galt uncontrollably nervous.
"Hello, guest from afar, please show up and we can discuss anything in person. Why are you blowing out my fireplace?"
Galt stood up, faced the door, and spoke slowly.
The door was slowly opened in the darkness.
Galt was a little surprised. In the past, those self-righteous challengers would always violently kick open the door, or use ice spells to freeze the wooden door, then blow it to pieces, and break in to show their strength.
But this person today was extremely polite.
She opened the door and gently took off her ornately decorated cloak.
Through the moonlight, Galt was a little surprised. The visitor was not an ordinary ice witch, but the dean of the Kislev Ice Magic Academy, Rhodes' wife, Caroline.
She didn't even bring her staff or any magic weapon, just like an ordinary visit.
That is to say...
An uneasy worry arose in Galt's heart...
In other words, the cold air that invaded the bone marrow just now was not a deliberate spell, but the ice air that came with it.
Looking at Caroline, under the bright moonlight, the witch had a faint chill all over her body. If she looked carefully, it was like rising white smoke, covering her whole body.
"Dear Dean, you suddenly came to visit me late at night. Do you have anything important to discuss with me?"
Galt asked respectfully.
However, the coldness that was always present in the air made him feel uncomfortable, so much so that his lips trembled slightly when he spoke.
"Sorry to disturb your sweet dream."
Caroline did not directly answer the alchemist's words, but walked straight into the room. She gave a perfunctory greeting in a tone that seemed polite but was actually arrogant.
Seeing the dean of Ice Academy walk into his private room so arrogantly, Galt was a little annoyed. However, no matter what, he was a veritable dean, with power second only to Frost Queen Dennis. Even after Rhodes ended
During the reign of the previous queen, the director of Ice Academy and Queen Kislev were still the same person.
In terms of status, Galt cannot despise her. Of course, in terms of strength, Galt cannot underestimate her.
She only walked half a circle in the room and took away all the temperature in the room. Even the room at this moment was colder than the street outside.
Galt insisted not to get his coat to save his face.
"It's not a pleasant dream. I haven't even started to fall asleep yet, Mr. Dean."
Galt complimented.
"Ah That's good."
Caroline said, turning around, showing her proud figure. However, Galt had no time to appreciate it, and he didn't dare to, she was Rhodes' wife...
"Let's get down to business. Before I came here, I injured five frost witches."
Caroline's tone was still calm, without any emotion.
But Galt literally felt the other party's deep malice.
Indeed, literally...
Galt wanted to refute, but was interrupted by Caroline.
"I know they are the ones who took the initiative to trouble you."
Galt shrugged, thinking that the old wizard was quite reasonable, but the next second Caroline's words poured cold water on him.
"But you injured them."
This sentence still had no emotional fluctuations and was said very calmly. But Galt felt anxious in his heart. It seemed that the old witch was indeed here to cause trouble today...
"In a spell duel, injuries are inevitable."
Galt tried to keep calm when he spoke. However, the temperature in his body was constantly draining. He knew that from this moment on, the spell showdown between him and the Grand Dean in front of him had already begun.
"If you are on the battlefield, swords, bullets, bows and spears are not very discerning."
"Even in normal times, the injuries caused by the duels between those knights are far more severe than ours."
Galt retorted in a low voice.
However, the Frost Witch did not listen to his explanation.
"My two apprentices lost the opportunity to advance to high-level witches because of this. Their injuries will take at least half a year to fully recover."
Caroline was still talking calmly, but the air around her continued to cool down, and a thin layer of frost had quietly formed on the tabletop and walls.
Galt also quietly exerted his strength during the conversation. He knew that today, there would be no way to escape a fierce fight.