With confusion, Sartre did not and dared not to reject Tuantivan's request.

After a few seconds of silence, he took out a blue psychic letter from his waist pocket and signaled to Tuanthivan, "If you have anything, you can explain it directly to the teacher."

Under the current circumstances, perhaps only psychic letters can let the teacher know about this as quickly as possible.

Without anyone else's sign, Berkeley stood up and left with a wink, leaving quickly, and wiped away the thin sweat slightly from his head.

Although Tuantivan has a kind attitude, his status is there, and even if it is just a normal chat, it is quite a bit of pressure for Berkeley.

If it weren't for maintaining the honor of the Tower of Stars, he wouldn't have taken over this matter and chatted with Tuantivan for a full afternoon.

When he got up and left, Tuantivan took the psychic letter handed over by Sartre, and then took Andem's quill pen. After a moment of pondering, he began to leave the words on the psychic letter.

As spiritual materials, psychic letters need to travel through the dream world, and of course they cannot use ink in the ordinary sense.

Writers often use quills as medium to leave their extraordinary aura directly on the letters and retain them through special letter paper.

In this way, there is no need to worry about the loss of the information on the letter, nor is there any need to worry about the information being maliciously tampered with by others.

After all, in this world, the extraordinary aura that everyone has is unique.

The sentences written by Tuantivan were very short and were written before Sartre built the ritual array.

The psychic powder was evenly spread by Sartre, and a hexagram symbolizing "mystery" was outlined on the stone table. Then, Sartre took off the tower-shaped emblem on his chest and placed it carefully in the center.

The tower-shaped emblem can directly link the tower of the star to provide coordinates for this psychic letter. The hexagram magic array serves as a standard ritual program to facilitate Sartre to mobilize the spirituality in the psychic powder and guide the psychic letter to follow the guidance to cross the spiritual world.

The azure blue starlight bloomed and instantly condensed into a colorful halo. It immediately swallowed the letter and finally disappeared in the starlight.

"The teacher will receive it." Sartre explained to Tuantivan, who had sensed that the psychic letter had been received by the Tower of Stars.

If it weren't for the expensive construction of psychic letters, the cumbersome rituals and the need for very superb arrangement methods, this convenient and fast communication method would have been popular throughout the continent.

Unfortunately, the relatively rare psychic powder output is really difficult to provide the consumption of the three kingdoms and even the entire continent. Even though the Tower of Stars is already studying related alternative products, it still has nothing to be found.

The cost of its substitute spices is mostly above the psychic powder, or it is not resistant to long-term storage. In the end, there are not many extraordinary people who can accurately lock the Star Tower through breath and Taoist marks. In the end, the psychic letter is still used as the exclusive contact method of the Star Tower.

Listening to Sartre's explanation, Tuantivan nodded slowly, his expression couldn't help but relax a little, and even said to Sartre with a smile: "Speaking of it, I haven't met Julian for a long time."

Upon hearing this, Sartre and Sorsander couldn't help but look at each other.

The teacher has never mentioned this.

Tuantivan once assisted Agrant I and II, and even lived to the third lifetime. I don’t know how many methods he used to delay his life, but one thing is certain, he did experience the magnificent years of the Agrant Kingdom from scratch.

However, compared with humans, the lifespan of elves is much longer. Although Julian, as a half-elves, is not as purebred elves in lifespan, his lifespan is still much longer than that of ordinary humans.

Speaking of which, before Julian became the Lord of the Star Tower, he may have established a friendship with Tuantivan.

"Sorry, the teacher never mentioned this..." Sartre smiled apologetically.

"Nothing. For us, the friendship back then was really nothing, especially when talking about serious matters." Tuantivan waved his hand, "This time, I came for three things."

He glanced at Sartre and Sorsand, and then looked at Andem again, who drove extraordinary power to build several translucent water curtains to isolate them from the outside world.

On the mainland, when people talk about Julian, most of the reactions are the master of the Star Tower, followed by the short-supported madman. It seems that nothing in the world is more important than asking for a small loss that students have suffered.

Relatively speaking, this means that Julian's students also have considerable weight, and in a sense, their attitude can almost be regarded as part of Julian's attitude.

This means that Sartre and Sorsand are indeed qualified to know these things.

The four people present knew this well that except Tuantiman, the other three people all looked serious.

"This time, I came here to see my old friend again, and for three things... I need assistance from the Star Tower, I need to repair my mage tower, I need to ask your teacher to help me find something, and finally I want to ask about Chiyang Potion."

Tuantivan did not beat around the bush, but directly expressed his purpose.

The first two things were fine, but when I heard the last thing, neither Sartre nor Sorsander's face changed slightly.

Chiyang potion...

Of course they can't promise anything in the first two things, but in a sense, they still have a say in the last thing.

"Uh..." Sartre hesitated for a moment and smiled bitterly, "Master Tuantiwan, I'm not sure if the teacher can help you, but about the radiant potion, I'm afraid..."

He didn't continue to talk, nor did he know how to explain it to Tuantivan.

Looking at the expressions of Sartre and Sorsand, Tuantivan's eyes flashed. After experiencing the strong winds and waves, he vaguely knew something, "Has the deputy tower master of a certain Star Tower advanced?"

The annual output of the Sun Tower is limited, and its rich spiritual aggregation is regarded by many extraordinary people as a way to try to break through bottlenecks.

Every time, the quota of the yang potion was booked early, and even the quota of the next few batches were given clean.

According to Tuantivan, there are indeed many people in the Star Tower in bottleneck period. It is normal to say that the Chiyang potion is used to advance.

Moreover, there was no strange phenomenon in the Tower of Stars some time ago, even people in Ekhtaton could see it, probably at that time.

After all, I'm still a step late, if it were a little earlier...

Thinking of this, Tuantiwan sighed secretly, but there was no change on the surface. "I wonder who has advanced? Is it Hilllujah? Lakanishu? Or Virgil?"

"No, um, not either." Sartre shook his head gently and said with a complicated look: "The teacher used one drop, and gave it to the Astrology Academy one drop, the last drop..."

Speaking of this, Sorsander's mouth twitched silently, and he simply looked up at the sky, pretending to be watching the last red fire cloud in the sky.

"I used the last drop, and it was used, well, Master Tuantivan," Sartre glanced carefully at the skinny old man in front of him, "it was used on my friend, a very good friend."

In order to increase Aaron's weight, Sartre had to exaggerate his friendship with Aaron.

In terms of identity, Aaron is just a down-and-out nobleman of Agrant, and he doesn't even have his own fiefdom.

In terms of strength, Aaron was just a newcomer who had become an extraordinary person for a few days at that time.

In terms of wealth, how much wealth can you expect a person who pawns his family's swords to buy wine?

God is pitiful. If he dares to say the truth, God knows whether the top master of the Kingdom of Agrant in front of him will get angry with something...

Well, in a sense, Julian's preference is really... priceless.
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