West of the city, in Beppu.

Nostradamus, who was greeted by revealing his identity as a mage, sat on the seat in the reception hall. While drinking the hot tea delivered by the maids, he leisurely observed the surroundings, and then sighed: "I didn't expect that even the spare lord's mansion would be decorated in the house... The cut is just right."

Although the last sentence of emotion was a bit inexplicable, no one felt abrupt, because not far from the white-haired mage was an ice-toothed dragon head hanging on the wall of the hall.

At the end of last year, the ice dragon used as a festival now has only one cut off head that is hanging here. Its eyes widened, retaining the anger of its lifetime. If it were ordinary people who saw it, they would definitely be shocked.

In fact, most of the maids and maids serving here have been frightened by the hideous head decoration, but they have become accustomed to it for so long.

"Start from the most fragile fifth joint gap, one knife and two pieces, without any stagnation, and very rich experience. How many heads have been cut to have such skills?"

Continuing to praise him, the old master turned his head to look at the long-haired woman in a long robe sitting quietly in the seat, occasionally taking a sip of tea, and asked with a smile: "Clayel, as a earth druid, aren't you committed to the balance of all living beings? You don't even express your opinion on this?"

"Um……"

Hearing the words of Nostradamus, the druid with long green hair and pointed ears frowned slightly. Clayel placed the teacup in his hand gently, thought for a while, and then said seriously: "It's not abusive, it's okay."

After saying that, she lifted the teacup again, took a sip, and then showed a faint smile.

"I really love to drink tea."

Shaking his head, the old mage was not surprised by this answer. The elf druid in front of him was not an extreme group of forests, but a relatively mild earth sect. They advocated that civilization is also part of the natural cycle. As long as it is not a pathological expansion like the Black Forest, it is within an acceptable range whether it is hunting monsters or collecting wood. The bottom line is close to not hunting pregnant mother beasts and replanting seedlings after logging.

Click.

A sound came from the gate not far away.

"Ah, the owner here is here."

After clapping his hands, the white-haired mage stood up immediately. He looked to the side of the living room with a smile, and the corridor leading to the gate: "Clayel, as a guest, it is the most basic etiquette to take the initiative to welcome the host."

"Fake."

The elf druid glared at his old friend.

"We have known each other for almost fifty years, right? There is not so much etiquette among acquaintances."

While the two were talking, Joshua entered his Beppu. At this time, he was wearing a close-fitting black-brown leather armor and a long military etiquette sword around his waist. Since the warrior has not cut his hair recently, his long hair was tied into a bunch of ponytails and hung behind him.

Joshua walked through the corridor and came to the living room. The smooth black pine floor and the soles of the shoes made a clear stomp sound. His eyes were filled with curiosity, as if he was curious about which mage wanted to visit him at this time. However, when he saw the white-haired old mage coming, the warrior opened his eyes wide, and the curiosity in his eyes suddenly turned into surprise.

"The ultimate soul of the soul?!"

He whispered instinctively, Joshua pressed his hand on the long sword around his waist and prepared for the battle: "This **** is too strong!"

According to the commander, the old mage who came to visit was very powerful and could not tell the depth at all. However, the warriors believed that this so-called high-powered one could reach the gold level at most, and it might even be just a high-level silver mage. After all, the city guards at the gate were all black iron level. Whether it was high-level silver or gold, they could not see the powerful existence of deep diving.

No matter what, [The Extreme Idea of ​​Soul] was something he had never thought of.

The Seven Gods are above, and the Extremely Irritated Mages are so rare in this world where the great demon tide has not yet arrived! The Eastern Plain is the hometown of magical industrialization, with the best and most complete mage academy and heritage there, but even so, there are no more than twenty Extremely Irritated Mages. Today, the Northern Empire is no longer the country with legendary wizards three hundred years ago. Now, in this country where even the emperor is a legendary warrior, there are only two Extremely Irritated Mages!

Thinking of this, Joshua's heart stopped being surprised. He looked at it carefully, then sighed, "The Chief Emperor of the Empire, President of the Royal Mage Association... Lord Nostradamus, you didn't even inform me in advance when you came to my small place. Do you want to give me a surprise?"

There was only shock but no joy. He sighed in his heart, and the warrior looked at the Jiyi Mage in front of him helplessly, recalling the information about the old man in his previous life.

Nostradamus, with no surname, was born in 768. Both his parents were civilians in the imperial capital. They showed strong spell casting and prophets since childhood. After receiving the support of the Kaos family, they successfully became a silver-level mage at the age of 23. Thirty years ago, in the era of the late emperor, in 802, Nostradamus, who was 34 years old, had achieved golden glory and resolutely joined the army at the call of the empire and joined the largest war of invasion against orcs in three hundred years - that is, the first full-scale war in the Northwest Plain.

On the battlefield, Nostradamus, who was originally a little ordinary, shone with incredible brilliance. The mage team formed with him as the core was invincible, and even defeated three orc shaman legions of the same size in succession. After the war, he defeated twenty-seven orc golden strong men of the same level, which shocked the Emperor of the Empire at that time, and even invited him to teach his future successor, the eldest prince, and the current imperial emperor, His Majesty Isrel.

Of course, these are not the reasons why he was remembered by Joshua. Although these events are legendary, they are not worth remembering for so long. What really makes Joshua remember this mage happen in the future.

In 835, three years later, the old wizard in his previous life did not forget his original intention - he created the first regular wizard academy of the empire in the imperial capital. Whether civilians or nobles, as long as they have talent, they can enter it to learn the mystery of magic. His actions have cultivated countless powerful spell casters, providing a lot of help in resisting the invasion of chaos in the future.

Speaking of which, Brandon seems to be his junior... Then the reason for him to come here seems to be very obvious.

"I have not notified you, it is my disrespect. As for the small place, I am really joking. Let's not talk about the long history of the Radcliffe family in the north. The reputation of your Han Iron Earl has long been spread to the imperial capital - the Royal Horse gallops for 17 days and nights, attacking and killing rebels. He led his troops to aid Moldova and closed the time and space gate with his own strength. These major events have long been the subject of discussion at the banquet of the nobles of the imperial capital."

The old mage smiled and praised the warrior in front of him, and the warrior took the opportunity to express his admiration for the other party. After a while of greeting, the two quickly got to the point.

"I came here for the space-time gate in the Black Forest of Moldova."

Nostradamus stared at the warrior with curiosity in his eyes: "As the only two jiyi mages in the empire, it is my responsibility to seal the space-time gate. Just half a month ago, I completely sealed the huge space-time narrow path with the help of Vildanniqing. Thanks to the Count, you have gathered all the magic powers to destroy, so that I don't need to spend more time to clear the remnants of chaos."

In fact, in addition to this, the old mage secretly observed Joshua for at least two weeks. Apart from being shocked by the warrior's advance to the Golden Higher Level, he had been looking for the breath of the spirit. But for such a long time, he had not found any shadow about the spirit. It seemed that the breath that appeared when the warrior and Brandon last fought was like an illusion.

Without evidence and clues, there is no way to infer that Nostradamus can only put this matter behind his back and do the important matter first.

"Just call me Joshua. As for those, it is also the lord's responsibility, and I didn't think much about it." Joshua shook his head. The warrior knew that the old wizard was a civilian, and had never forgotten his original intention for many years and refused all the rewards from the empire to him. He has been white so far, but this is not a reason to let the other party use respectful titles to him. He turned to look at the green-haired woman standing quietly behind the old wizard, and said curiously: "Who is this?"

"She is my friend for many years, Clayel Wind Song, a golden high-level forest elf druid."

It seemed that he had been waiting for the warrior to ask this sentence. The old white-haired master smiled and introduced to Joshua: "I invited her to come here to purify the chaotic magic that has accumulated due to the time and space gate in the northern land."

So that's it. After hearing this, the warrior immediately understood.

Now, because the Holy Mountain of Far Sea is preparing for some major events, there are no remaining personnel to clear the power of chaos in the Northland. The Seven Gods Church is naturally the same. Since this is the case, the order of the Druids that has entered the path of balance is indeed the best choice at present. They can also purify the power of chaos. Even because the current situation in the Northland is that the earth is polluted, the druids who breathe with nature may be more appropriate.

As far as Joshua knows, the large druid organization of later generations [World Reshaper] is quite proficient in how to purify polluted land and recreate the oasis on the Mycrov continent, which was almost destroyed by war.

"Hello, Ms. Clayel, your arrival is an honor for my territory."

"Hello, the lord here."

Faced with Joshua's welcome, Clayel closed his light gray eyes and slightly diǎn his head to express his respect. Then, she did not say much, but said directly: "There is chaos in your room."
Chapter completed!