Constructs

A synchronized messaging book allowed people hundreds of kilometers away to receive the written messages from this side.

Like long-distance synchronized copying, whatever was written here would appear there at the same time.

Kenhart's disciple, Mage Loren, had been attacked again a few days ago. The attacker was unknown, and no clues had been left behind.

He had not died; he had merely suffered a head injury.

It was obvious the other party had done it deliberately. They had deliberately spared Mage Loren in order to warn Kenhart.

No matter what, Kenhart had to give his student an explanation.

His gaze turned cold as he picked up his pen, about to continue writing.

Flutter, flutter. A faint rustling of paper suddenly came from outside the window.

A white paper bird folded from paper shot through the open window and landed on Kenhart's hand.

"Undead Servant? Dora's aura? Is something wrong?" Kenhart recognized his friend's aura, but he did not speak aloud.

To prevent the message from leaking, he directly used a telepathic communication spell to silently communicate with the paper bird.

"What? Mafaria has advanced to a formal mage??!!" The coldness on Kenhart's face instantly crumbled. His mouth hung slightly open, his expression stunned.

Then he came to his senses.

"Someone with the same name?"

"No, it's Mafaria Verli." Dora's voice came through the paper bird.

"It seems the preparations you made for him before were quite good. His foundation is very solid."

"But I—"

"No need to explain. Explanations are just cover-ups. Even back when we were students, you loved pulling this act—staying up every night studying, then pretending during the day that you'd spent the whole night playing cards.

Wake up. What era do you think this is? Who would believe that?" Dora's tone was disdainful.

"All right,