He hadn't slept all night.
Reilo had stayed on his guard, wary of any rash action Hei'erwen might take.
If the other side truly decided to stand with the Witchers and rally the Academy's forces to trap him inside, this projection of his would indeed be in danger.
As the sun slowly rose, someone knocked on the door.
Reilo got up and opened it. To his surprise, it was Bailan!
The young girl said excitedly, "Master Orn, President Hei'erwen just contacted me and asked me to bring you to the Third Conference Room."
Clearly, in the young girl's eyes, President Hei'erwen personally requesting a meeting with Reilo was an enormous honor.
"Understood."
Reilo knew that since Bailan had been sent to inform him, President Hei'erwen the [Astrologer] was clearly hinting that he had made his choice.
At this, a smile crept across Reilo's lips.
A moment later.
The lively young girl, bouncing along ahead of him, finally led Reilo to the so-called Third Conference Room. Several stern-faced guards stood outside its doors.
"They hold important meetings inside, so I won't go in."
The young girl stuck out her tongue, seeming a little afraid of the guards at the door.
Reilo nodded. Under the guards' watchful eyes, he slowly pushed open the heavy conference-room doors, and a cool breeze swept over him.
Even if it was a trap, as long as fewer than three pioneers surrounded him at once, Reilo was confident he could force his way out of the Academy!
Creak.
Only four people sat in the vast, dimly lit room.
Reilo looked around. Seeing no danger, he entered and sat across from the four, studying them.
Besides Hei'erwen and Anqi, there were two other mysterious scholars who made Reilo feel a great deal of pressure.
One was impossible to