"So late at night, what urgent matter brings you to see me?"
Allen, already changed into his nightclothes and lying in bed, set down the notebook in his hand and glanced at the two High Elves escorted in by guards and servants.
You must know, he had a mortal body now. Although cultivating life energy could strengthen his physique to a certain extent, he still needed sleep to recover his strength. Otherwise, fatigue would keep accumulating until he eventually collapsed from illness.
Therefore, no matter how busy he was, Allen ensured at least six hours of deep sleep every day, from two in the morning until eight the next morning.
Now, bedtime was very close.
His brain and body had already begun adjusting according to his daily habits and biological clock. He started yawning uncontrollably, and his reactions were becoming sluggish as well.
There was no helping it!
Since he had chosen to descend as a mortal, he had to get used to enduring all this.
You must know, during the period just after his descent, Allen had needed to be extremely careful every day to ensure he did not ruin this body himself.
Otherwise, with the knowledge and extreme training methods stored in his mind, he could cripple a child under ten in minutes.
The female elf clearly noticed the drowsiness on Allen's face. Remembering that he had first commanded an entire day of offensive and defensive battles, then led a surprise attack in the middle of the night, she immediately said apologetically, "We are terribly sorry for disturbing your rest. But we truly have something very important that needs to be reported to you in person."
"Oh? What is it?" Allen asked, forcing himself to stay alert.
"It is witchcraft! We just observed the faint outline of a