Just like when he brought Ali in, the servant knocked on the door first, and after getting permission, he pushed the door open and made a gesture to Donner.
This time, Dean Sardin had nothing in his hand. He kept looking at Donner since he entered the door-watched him, looked at him, then walked to himself and sat down through the table.
Yes, the first thing Donner did when he walked into the room was to sit down on a chair in front of Dean Sardin.
He did not say hello, nor did he hesitate, nor did he wait for the other party to ask himself to sit down, as if the reason for this place was that it was specially prepared for him.
Dean Sardin’s magic cultivation is very high, but this is not enough to cause substantial oppression to him.
Donner had been with Gernada for a long time, and had close contact with two paladins, Dwarf King and Lion Pattin. Compared with these people, this dean was nothing.
So, as planned in advance, he sat there without saying a word, just looking blankly at the window behind Sardin.
Sardin knew that Donner was a level 3 magician as soon as he walked into the room, and this discovery had already dispelled most of his concerns.
Such a young third-level magician would not be a magic pet at least, and the incoherent little guy just said that he saw that magic pet die with his own eyes.
So, the question now is, who is this Helian? Why does he seem to have no pressure at all?
Although this is just the lower court, I am the president of the lower court, a level nine magician. This child is so relaxed in front of me… Could it be… he is the descendant of any adult from the Wind Holy Academy?
“You…” Sardin suddenly realized that he didn’t know what to say for a moment, “…I don’t remember anything?”
Donner did not turn his head, he just moved his eyes, glanced at Sardin, and nodded silently.
“How could he run to the mountains of Warcraft at this time…” Sardin said this and remembered that the other party didn’t remember anything. He paused and asked, “…The injuries on his body have healed, right?”
Donner nodded. There was no big deal of injuries on his body. Except for the blood marks he knocked out with his beast teeth, everything else was scraped out of the thorns. It looked scary, but there was nothing in fact.
“Do you have any impression of these names? Spant…Moling…Kafe…”
Sardin reported all the adults of the Holy Academy he remembered. Donner focused on his mind and then shook his head slowly.
“Didn’t you forget the magic?” Sardin asked casually. He had lived for hundreds of years and had indeed heard of several legends about losing his memory.There is no case in these rumors that even magic is forgotten, just as if no one will forget how to eat.
Donner nodded, he could handle anything without having to speak.
“Then… do you remember other magic besides the wind magic?” Sardin suddenly felt that he might have been misled by the little guy’s words. Maybe this child was not from the Holy Academy of Wind.
Donner deliberately remained silent for a moment, then slowly stretched out his hands.
Between his palms, the dust flowing in the sun slowly condensed into a small mud ball, and the emerald green seedlings broke out from it.
After a while, the blue flame began to burn from the bottom of the mud ball. After swallowing the entire mud ball, the flame still chased the growing seedlings and burned upwards and eroded.