After hearing this, William and Maggie had no time to speak, a magician could not wait to say: "I am one of the executives of the Magic Council, Alexander, and I hope to meet the student president of Barrett as soon as possible.

Please, I have something very important to report to the President Barrett Student, please."

"I understand, the commander is coming, please calm down."

"Yes, yes." Alexander suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, but the anxious expression on his face still did not change.

William said: "I am a member of the Mixed Race Department of the St. Laurent Private Magic Academy, William Adams. This is my wife, and she is also a member of the Mixed Race Department of the St. Laurent Private Magic Academy, Maggie."

"I am a member of the Dragon Heritage Committee, Reis." The last member said calmly.

When the four of them finished talking about their identities, the door of the room creaked and was pushed open by someone, and Zhuang Mingge slowly walked in.

"I am the 199th Student President of the Saint Laurent Private School of Magic, Yi Barrett, welcome you, I am here..."

"President Barrett Students!"

Before Zhuang Mingge finished speaking, a magician rushed up straight, frightened Zhuang Mingge with great momentum. When he thought the other party was going to assassinate him, the other party knelt under Zhuang Mingge with a pounce.

"Please save us, save us, student president of Barrett, the only one hundred and ninety magicians that remain in our magic council so far are in danger and may be captured by the enemy at any time.

Student President, please save our members of the Magic Council.”

The Magical Council was once one of the behemoths in the magic world, but it was almost smashed to pieces in that catastrophe.

The remaining members hid in the east and later moved collectively to Saint Laurent.

After Saint Laurent was captured, these members died in great heroic battles and only a small number of them escaped.

Zhuang Mingge frowned slightly and asked, "What happened? Please calm down."

"Yes, yes." The other party realized his incompetence and gradually restrained his emotions.

He said: "President Barrett, since the final fortress, Saint Laurent's private magic school, our Magic Council has had more than 300 magicians fled around the world. They contact each other with very secret information, but

In recent years, many of us have been found, arrested and suppressed by organizations. The number of people is rapidly decreasing."

Later, they discovered that all this was because of the traitors that appeared inside.

But no one knows who this secret traitor is.

Aware of this, they moved their places while maintaining communication, so that the number of magicians arrested and suppressed by the organization instantly decreased.

Because only they know where they are, and others don't know.

This greatly ensures their safety.

The matter came to an end at this time. But the traitor's affairs became a thorn in everyone's mind. Everyone hated this traitor to the core, but because of the evidence, the traitor could not be found.

In fact, for the magician, everyone does not need any evidence. When everyone just suspected that there was a traitor among them, they once made an oath that "whoever is a traitor will die".

As a result, no one died.

Magic will not lie, there are only two reasons for this result. The first is that there are no traitors among them, but such a thing is impossible. Without traitors, they will not be found by the organization and be cruelly suppressed.

The second possibility is that the traitor is very powerful. He used unknown magic to escape this result.

This is not impossible, magic is omnipotent, but it is not omnipotent.

Because everyone is far apart, no one knows whether the person who made the vow was himself. Although he used magic projection to meet, there were so many hands and feet that could be done.

Although some people have suggested that as long as they do not contact each other, they will not be betrayed by traitors, some people have agreed and implemented this method, and have not contacted others, and have never heard of them ever since.

But more people rejected the proposal.

Because they are already weak forces, if there is a dispersed sand at this moment, then there is really no hope in the magic world.

So in order to find the traitor as soon as possible, everyone decided to take a risk. A restless bomb could make everyone die without a burial place at any time, so it is the most important thing to solve this traitor as soon as possible.

They decided to take the risk of gathering together in their true form, and then made an oath of "Traitors Will Die", and set a time and place, and as long as those who are late are traitors.

Although doing so poses a huge threat, it is the best way to find a traitor.

Alexander was one of the magicians who went to the agreed place. He knew very well how dangerous this gathering was, because the traitors knew that they would inevitably notify the organization that in order to capture them, the organization would definitely send powerful enemies. Once they were

If it appears, it will be immediately encircled and suppressed by the organization. It is also an unknown whether it can escape.

Just as Alexander was on the verge of an appointment in panic, the news that the headquarters of the London organization was erased from the earth by the 199th Student President of the Private School of Magic of Saint Laurent reached his ears.

So he immediately changed his itinerary and came to Zhuang Mingge for help.

After pondering for a few minutes, Zhuang Mingge smiled and said, "I understand. Now you notify your members and immediately let them change the agreed location and time to come to London to meet. This is the base camp of our magic world and the people who organize it.

One dies, one dies, two dies."

"I...I understand." Alexander burst into tears in excitement, and kept thanking Zhuang Mingge.

After solving the Magic Parliament, Zhuang Mingge's eyes fell on the other three people.

"I am one of the members of the Dragon Heritage Management Committee, Reis." A tall man took off his hat and paid tribute to Zhuang Mingge, "Thanks to the great student president Barrett for accepting my surrender."

"You're welcome, this is the Saint Laurent Private Magic Academy, and we welcome all the magicians."

Zhuang Mingge said calmly and generously.

"Yes, thank you again." After saying that, he stepped aside.

Since Zhuang Mingge came in, his hands and feet have been trembling, excited, ashamed, uneasy, and various emotions have dominated his heart.

When Zhuang Mingge looked at him, he could no longer help. Time left too many traces on him. Now William is already a white-haired old man. His age in his sixties made him and Zhuang Mingge.

It looks like a grandfather.

Maqi is also a kind old man with white hair. Most of their generation have died, and the remaining few are already the only ones left.

"This old man, may I ask you..."

"President, it's me, it's me..."

The moment Zhuang Mingge spoke, William could no longer help but feel sad in his heart. Tears poured down like a flood that broke through the dam, "President, I am William."

William?

Zhuang Mingge tilted his head and looked at the two old men, his pupils instantly magnified dozens of times, "William Adams!!!" Then he looked at the old lady standing next to the old man, and his kind smile made Zhuang Mingge seem to see it again.

That bright girl.

"Ma...qi..." He trembled.

"It's me, vice president."

"William." Zhuang Mingge looked at the old man again.

"It's me, it's me, president, vice president, I... I..." William cried in a mess, and was incoherent. The young man had gray hair under the destruction of time, and had once joked together,

The boys who talked and worked hard together now meet, but they are no longer the same as before.

"That's great, so good, you're still alive, you're still alive..."

Zhuang Mingge was so happy that he had seen too many familiar names on the tombstone forest of Saint Laurent. Even Sion and Ye Mei had turned into dust, but he never expected that William and Maggie would survive.

The disaster was too serious, and 90% of the magicians in the magic world had already embarked on the road of no return.

Zhuang Mingge would go to the tombstone forest every day, looking for familiar people and familiar names, and every time he saw them, his heart would be incredibly painful.

The people he misses, the people he likes, and the people he commemorates have bought dust and cannot meet.

Now I suddenly saw two former friends, and my excitement was indescribable.

Even though the world cruelly deprived him of countless friends, it still left behind memories that made him feel embarrassed and a light that comforted his sad heart.

"I really didn't expect that fifty years have passed and the president is still so young."

"Vice President, we really miss you."

"President, where did you go?"

"Vice President, before his death, the president kept saying that you would definitely come back, and you are really back now."

"President, we are sorry for you. Everyone in the mixed-race club died, but only we survived."

"Vice President, this is what they want me to give you."

William and Maggie said one by one, questioned, sighed, and said it all, and finally handed over several letters to Zhuang Mingge.

This is a letter written by everyone from the mixed-race club.

After Zhuang Mingge took the letter with trembling hands, he didn't have the courage to open it.

He closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and after opening his eyes, he no longer had any hesitation, and tore open the letter written by Sion.

The letter was a piece of white paper. When Zhuang Mingge opened it, Xi'an's projection appeared.

"Oh, my best friend, I've been waiting for you for a long time. Have you been back? When I saw this letter, I'm no longer there. Have you ever been to my tombstone? That's what I asked Miss Aoi to stand with her."
Chapter completed!