�haha!�Temporary response?�That must be petty.�

�Dirty bureaucracy.�

Gangnan�s lips twisted.

It wasn�t like she wasn�t from school either.�Well, how can a person who sees only numbers written on documents know reality?

Kang Nan opened the door to the reception room and looked around the room before sighing.�An envoy from another country has arrived, but the person staying on the same floor has yet to arrive.

�Please wait here.�I will bring the president of the association.�

Kang Nan, who calmed down the situation as if it were a set procedure, closed the door of the reception room and left.

From then on, her steps quickened.

The sound of high heels that made me feel alive cut off.�Turning her body at a right angle to her, she knocked on the door of her president�s office.

�It�s hard.�I will go in.�

No answer was heard.�Kang Nan, who was not expecting it anyway, vigorously turned the doorknob and entered.

The smell of sweat wafted through the room full of heat.�The figure of a man sitting on the sofa terrorized her eyes.

It was not enough to wear boxer shorts that exposed the irregularities of the crotch, and her legs were spread wide in embarrassment.

The man staring at the ceiling with a cigarette, a taboo for wizards, and a cigar, the most poisonous, between his teeth, felt his heart rise and fall as if he had just finished exercising.

A wide chest and a thin waist like a tiger that don�t match wizards at all.�Her thighs were rocky, and her calves dropped sharply.

However, other women, other than Kang Nan, would scream if they saw a man�s body.�As if hundreds of earthworms were crawling, every part of her body was covered with wounds.

�What�s up, mutt?�

The impression of Gangnan was fiercely crumpled.

When the wolf tribe was wiped out and he wandered the world alone, he met this man and started a new life, but now he was not a benefactor, but a former enemy.

�What�s going on?�I told you that an emergency messenger is coming from Yakma.�I�m waiting in the waiting room, what are you doing here?�

The man�s head leaned over the sofa slowly rose.

Unlike his muscular body, his face was so strong that his cheekbones stood out.�The scar that ran vertically through his left eye stood out, and there were only scars all over his lower body hidden by his beard.�It gave me an idea of ??how long he had suffered.

Mikea Gaold, president of the Tormia Magic Association.

He was a first-class archmage, the highest rank of the Red Line, and one of the founding members of the Supernatural Psychic Research Society of Alpheas Magic School.

�The death god����You said you came?�

�Don�t you remember?�You said it only an hour ago!�Go get it quickly.�

Gaold thought.

I didn�t remember.�Lately, it seems that the number of times I lose my memory has become more frequent.

How are you?

He took a cigar and inhaled deeply.�And he said briefly. JrNovels.com