After finishing the conversation with the postman.

Dean Carl put away the letter.

Right now.

The brass hook-up phone rang, and he picked up the receiver slowly.

A message came from the receiver:

"The deal from Isaiah has been completed.

Vice President Karl, we acted very quickly and have completed the first phase of cleaning up the abyss."

Hear this.

Vice President Karl of All Souls College asked calmly:

"So, how many men did we lose after getting involved in the Parthenon war?"

"The current statistics show that 370 second-level transcendental beings were seriously injured and 26 died.

The third level loss is still the same three people.

After confirming that the orbit of the Heinsbrot Space Station is stable, the fourth-level stargazer Mr.

Went to the Alps area.

He said that there has been a phenomenon of falling star trails recently.

This is just the aspect of the academy, and the number of bounty hunter associations has not yet been counted."

Put down the receiver and hang up the phone.

In silence.

He fell into deep thought.

Mr. Postman, who was playing with the white pigeon feathers in his hand, raised his head and looked into the darkness in the corner of his desk.

then.

He replied very calmly:

"I can pretend I didn't hear anything, Mr. Dean."

"With the advent of the Origin Era, the power of the Abyss Sect has become stronger and stronger."

"This is your choice."

Hear this.

Dean Karl dialed the phone number of a scholar who was heading to St. Petersburg.

Half a minute later.

Curator Mellen’s calm voice sounded:

"Karl, if you need to retrieve data, you can just log in to my account.

Mind you, this is the fifteenth time you've disturbed me during tea time."

But Mr. Dean shook his head this time:

"We may need to end the war on the Parthenon High Relics.

Although the support provided by Isaiah Life Technology is urgently needed.

But the latest ruins point.

Do you know how many people will be included?

Even if the real age of interstellar navigation arrives, the threat of the Abyss Sect will still be impossible to eliminate."

Curator Mellen knew it was business, so he put down the coffee cup in his hand and replied calmly:

"The European Academy of Sciences currently adheres to the 'Xinghai eldest son theory'.

There is a stalemate with the "Dark Forest Theory" of the Chinese Yunzhou Academy of Sciences.

But I think Yunzhou Academy of Sciences is obviously more credible.

after all.

There is news that.

They control the meteorite of Haixu Civilization.

Besides.

As long as someone wants to gain more knowledge, nonsense and mutation will appear.

This situation is relatively stable at the second level, but not necessarily after the third and fourth levels.

You and I should be very clear about this matter."

"I see.

But death.

For humans, it is not a very simple thing."

now.

Mr. Postman from the Commonwealth decided to leave here. He was afraid that he might be silenced if he didn't leave.

He lowered the brim of his hat slightly.

Then he said in a very pure English voice:

"Dean Carl von Parmer, a new era has arrived.

To me, we all will eventually reach that destination called 'death' one day.

Earlier, later.

What difference will it make?"

"What a great pursuit, Mr. Postman."

Dean Carl von Palmer stood in front of a pale purple ruins model and said,

"Perhaps this is also the need of the [audience] sequence."

"Sir, that is natural. This is the duty of [traveler] and [recorder]."

Mr. Postman left behind the ‘letter’ he brought

A relic from the border of the abyss.

Dean Carl shrugged calmly:

"The role-playing method can reduce loss of control. This still applies. It seems that you performed very well."

"Acting method.

It's such an old saying.

Do modern tower sect or academic magicians still retain the promotion path of [Secret Keeper]?

All Souls College, Cambridge, is already very tolerant of Muggles.

No wonder after crossing the ten and four-ninths train platform.

Those so-called 'noble bloodlines' still need six years of [apprenticeship] life to be screened.

boring."

After saying this.

Mr. Postman went downstairs.

He adjusted his postman's red feather hat.

Humming an English ballad from the London suburbs.

He took out a bunch of keys from his pocket and opened his red-painted bicycle parked downstairs of the Cambridge University laboratory.

The students walking back and forth on campus didn't pay much attention to him.

certainly.

Postman position.

Maybe as early as after the invention of radio.

It gradually reduces the meaning of its existence.

Even if All Souls College makes an offer to All Souls College with a dark gold border, it will first provide proof via email.

But what does it matter?

Dean Carl looked out the window.

There.
To be continued...