Relics?

Matthew passed through the dark tunnel and arrived on the other side of the door.

After a moment of weightlessness, he shook his groggy head, looked around, and glanced at the environment of the teleportation room.

The eerie blue flames illuminated the room, and countless restrictive runes overlapped on the stone walls, unchanged from when he first returned to the wizarding world.

He couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "I didn't expect you to be back so soon."

After greeting the wizard Roland standing in front of him, he walked straight out of the teleportation room.

ten minutes later……

Matthew walked through the frost-covered paths of the central district to the mission hall of the school's headquarters.

Upon entering, he found that quite a few apprentices had already arrived, gathered in twos and threes, talking in hushed tones, and a tense atmosphere permeated the air.

It seems that these people, like him, were sent by the school to participate in the post-war cleanup work.

Matthew scanned the crowd and found that most of them were unfamiliar faces, except for one or two acquaintances who had worked with him in the Winterlands before.

"Jarvin?" he called out to one of the thin, pale-faced youths.

The young man paused, turned around, and exclaimed in surprise when he saw it was Matthew, "Matthew!"

"Didn't you go back to the wizarding world? Are you here to participate in the post-war cleanup?"

Matthew nodded. "What about the others?"

"Sigh, most of them are dead. Not everyone is as lucky as you to be able to return to the wizarding world ahead of time," Jarvan sighed, his tone tinged with bitterness.

Matthew remained silent. The man before him, Jarvan, was blind in one eye, had a gruesome scar running from his forehead to his chin, his sleeves were empty, and his right side of his body seemed to be missing a large piece.

Although a strong smell of magic potion could be smelled from a distance, it could not mask the blood and stench emanating from his body.

Just by looking at the other party's appearance, one can imagine how brutal the school's monster extermination was.

"Cough, cough... You have no idea what this purge is all about..."

After a series of heart-wrenching coughs, Jiawen began to recount what had happened during this time.

"..."

This monster extermination was extremely brutal; almost one in ten apprentices sent to the front lines survived. An apprentice like Jarvan who managed to return alive was incredibly lucky.

Of course, this refers to those pioneering apprentices who lack potential. As for the apprentices who come to gain experience, the casualty rate is not high, otherwise formal wizards would have already taken action.

After Matthew left, the Tide School initially only launched an extermination campaign against the monster alliance led by the Snowfang Clan.

However, as more and more monsters joined in, the two sides went through hundreds of battles.

The reason why the school of thought has been unable to conquer it for so long is that the Winter Realm was once infiltrated by a false god, and the native magical beasts worship his power.

With the power left behind by the false god, the Winter Realm once thwarted the school's attack.

However, the power of the false god was ultimately limited. Under the fierce attack of the school, it could only buy them some more time. The army of monsters was eventually defeated, and only a small number of monsters managed to escape.

The false god still leaves behind many relics in the Winter Realm, and the school wants to use these relics to find the coordinates of the plane where the false god is located.

Recently, Mold discovered what seemed to be clues about the remains of some false gods, so he requested the school to send more people.

Matthew's participation in the post-war cleanup was twofold: first, to assist Mold in searching for the remains of the false god; and second, to clear out enemies along the way.

The escaped monster.

After Jarvan's description, Matthew had a general understanding of the current situation.

"False god... Mold..."

Matthew felt a heavy weight in his heart. He had been assigned to the post-war cleanup work, and it just so happened that he was connected with Mold. He didn't believe it was a coincidence.

At that moment, Matthew suddenly remembered something and couldn't help but ask.

"What about Todd? How is he now?"

Upon hearing this, Jiawen fell into a reverie and pondered before speaking.

"I'm not too sure about that either. He wasn't assigned to the front lines, so I think he should still be alive."

However, he has been following Lord Mold, and I haven't seen him in a long time..."

Matthew remained silent. Although the two eventually went their separate ways, he did not want anything to happen to Todd.

Just as he fell silent, a young man wearing round-framed glasses and with his hair pulled back in a ponytail approached him.

Matthew was drawn by the dull footsteps. He looked in the direction of the sound. "Dolan?"

I don't know when it started, but that dull-witted boy from serf background always had a gentle smile on his face.

"Matthew didn't expect you to participate in the school's post-war cleanup as well."

Dolan smiled, his eyes narrowing into crescent-shaped slits, revealing an innocent and harmless appearance.

"What happened last time is over, and I think we can put our differences behind us."

Matthew couldn't help but find it amusing, and he ignored Dolan's words.

Seeing that Matthew was unwilling to talk to him, Dolan's expression remained unchanged, and his face still had that gentle smile.

"My relationship with Mold was just a deal. He only allowed me to have a brief conversation with you in the library with the Phantom Bell, and I know nothing about the rest."

Matthew, my friend, please trust me one more time.

Dolan paused, looked at Jarvan who had already walked away, and then approached Matthew and whispered.

"Don't you have a grudge against Moldezhi? I... can help you!"

"No need!" Matthew said casually, without even glancing at Dolan, before turning and leaving.

Being scammed once is your fault, but being scammed twice is my fault.

Soon, more and more people filled the hall, and their breathing caused the temperature to rise sharply.

At this moment, Wizard Luke walked up to the high platform in the hall and assigned tasks to the apprentices.

When he assigned tasks to Matthew, he couldn't help but glance at Matthew a few more times, but ultimately didn't say anything more.

As expected, Matthew was assigned the task of assisting Mold in his search for the ruins of the false god.

The mission was divided into two teams, each heading in a different direction to a temporary camp deep in the snowfield to rendezvous with Mold, while also eliminating any fleeing monsters along the way.

It's worth mentioning that Dolan was also assigned to this mission, but he was the captain of another squad.

The leader of Matthew's squad was a mid-level wizard apprentice.

[Name: George Graves]

[Physical Fitness: 12]

【Mental Power: 34】

[Unrefinable: The item possesses its own consciousness.]

George had a rugged face, a shiny bald head, and a serious expression. His every move revealed that he had once been a nobleman.

His gaze swept over Matthew and the others like a hawk's, then he nodded decisively without further ado, "Let's go!"

Meanwhile, Dolan's team also tacitly set off towards the temporary camp on the snowfield.

Before leaving, he cast a meaningful glance in Matthew's direction and gave him another gentle smile.