Chapter 108: We Priests of Sacred Oak Have Disciplines

Chapter 108: We Priests of Sacred Oak Have Disciplines

After entering, Louis found the place to be very large. Some areas were like auction houses, selling various things. Other areas were like taverns, with counters and various seats.

There were many bulletin boards, wanted posters, and mission boards on that counter.

But most of those boards were empty. The number of people in the mission area was also a bit low—most were ladies or nuns resting during the day, each wearing skirts with high slits, occasionally lifting them up a bit, making Helen and Kate blush with curiosity—it was clear most of those ladies were streetwalkers.

Probably, most adventurers who came here weren’t here for serious business.

There were some who came for business—selling things. After all, scholars who played with magic were quite wealthy.

“Sir, over ten years ago, there were many people here.” Ron said somewhat sentimentally, looking at the sparsely occupied tables.

In those years, these tables would always be filled with adventurers of all kinds waiting in line. They sat on the seats, polishing their guns, drinking, chatting idly, patiently waiting for a mage to be hired by their team to solve their troubles. Or to follow their team on expeditions and archaeological digs.

In that era, a team with a mage could be called an exploration team. Teams without a mage could only be called mercenary groups.

Whether it was overseas exploration, puzzle-solving, translation, or archaeology, mages were needed. And mages were often one of the cores of an adventure team. They were the wise men who guided the way for their companions. They were also the eyes of the team.

A team without a scholar was like a small boat without a navigator in a storm, liable to be swallowed by a whirlpool or dashed against reefs at any moment.

And people like Ron and his companions could use their wisdom to lead the team to overcome seemingly insurmountable difficulties. Many things became simpler because of mages.

In the past, kings of many small countries often sent people to invite mages to solve various problems.

In this great age of sail, all sorts of strange and bizarre things were abundant.

The most famous was ‘Archmage Edward’ and his student over three hundred years ago. They, together with the Barriff Family, searched for the Fountain of Youth. It’s unknown whether the Fountain of Youth was found, nor is it clear what legendary adventures they experienced or what things they witnessed back then.

But today, the Barriff Family is very famous.

Clearly, Edward succeeded.

Louis had heard Ocris mention the name Edward. He was a famous professor of Dark Magic Defense at Holy Oak Academy, but his fame wasn’t due to his powerful strength. It was because he was born a Muggle.

Moreover, he was a true scholar—a Holy Oak Grand Scholar.

The first wild wizard to become a Holy Oak Grand Scholar.

And his student is now a dean at Holy Oak Academy.

But now, no ordinary people entered the academy to teach students anymore. There were even fewer instances of ordinary people traveling and exploring everywhere with wizard companions.

Everything had completely changed now.

Listening to Ron and the others’ account, Louis couldn’t help but recall some things Harold had once told him.

The era over ten years ago was the era of the Witch Queen Frankischko. At that time, the Ministry of Magic allowed some wizards to come among the common people—but that wasn’t the main point. The main point was that in that era, magic enthusiasts could go and study at places like Sacred Oak!

They brought back many precious pieces of knowledge. They gave each team with a scholar a guiding lamp of wisdom. They enabled ordinary people to use wisdom to overcome those insurmountable difficulties.

But now, magic and knowledge had been taken back by the wizards from the real world, even completely destroyed.

“Many people left. They took many books with them, then vanished without a trace… More and more people left the association. This place has become a spot for drinking, chatting, and relaxing.” Bach said wistfully: “Now, ‘mages’ like us are many in the guild, but few are as fortunate as the three of us…”

“Those people died in those legendary experiences, leaving behind a reputation as frauds. Only us lucky survivors can barely maintain the dignity of mages.”

Bach and the others looked at each other, sighed, and shook their heads.

“But these past two months, it’s been a bit livelier. Quite a few people have joined our Mage Association.” Ron smiled and looked not far away, waving a greeting.

Louis looked over. It was a group of Yordles sitting at seats drinking tea. They wore long grey coats and grey felt hats. They all looked mysterious. A few were coolly polishing a small stick in their hands.

Each one looked fierce in a cute way—except for two old hands, most probably hadn’t seen real blood. They lacked the imposing manner and killer intent of the Yordle sharpshooters outside. They also didn’t look as experienced and composed as Ron and his companions.

And they absolutely did not have the ability to deal with spectral knights, Blood Demons, and wolf demons—a team of twenty Ministry of Magic agents led by a Flower Card might be enough.

Yet the mage Cardi, who was skilled at curing blood curse and wolf curse and was greatly feared by the sharpshooters, was very restrained and nervous in front of this group, trying in every way to please them, hoping only to beg for a real magic spell from their mouths.

Clearly, those with real ability lacked tools. And those with an endless treasure trove of tools lacked real experience.

In the end, it made both kinds of people into rookies.

But it seemed the little Yordles also held some respect for Cardi. It seemed they had worked together on things before. It was just that the current topic was too special, so they deliberately ignored Mr. Cardi.

“Louis, they seem like agents from the Discipline Department,” Helen whispered.

Louis nodded and led everyone over. As they walked over, he heard this piece of dialogue.

“Sir Cardi, we really don’t understand magic… Ahem, alright Sir Cardi, we of Sacred Oak have disciplines—you know, it’s inconvenient for us.”

Ron and the others, who had just walked over, looked at Louis as if they’d seen a ghost when they heard this.

‘Darn it, why copy my line.’

Louis blinked and looked at the Yordles before him. The Yordles also looked over at the same time.

Both sides stared wide-eyed at each other for a long moment, suddenly feeling a bit confused—why did the other side look a bit familiar?

“O-old, old boss?” The youngest little Yordle suddenly cried out: “What are you doing here?”

Louis suddenly remembered. He knew this young little Yordle. Not long ago, they had fun together in the Fox lounge—the little Yordle ringleader who was the first to dance on the long table, and later led the charge having the Foxes ride tricycles.

He was one of the most outstanding new-generation Yordles of his time. Someone who could usually challenge Daniel a bit—just couldn’t beat him.

However, even as an excellent new-generation member, one couldn’t casually come to a sensitive place like the Mage Association. If caught by people from the ‘Discipline Department’ or the ‘Mysterious Retirement Office’ which was independent from all departments and handled everything, one would be punished. Seriously, they might even be sent to the Magic Prison.

So, it seemed this little fellow must have entered the Discipline Department for an internship.

Sure enough, the Yordle Inspector, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, slapped the back of his junior’s head twice upon hearing him call someone else old boss.

“Calling who old boss? Calling who old boss?”