Another World: The Failed Magician

Two elderly men sat in a simple room. One was burly, like a human-shaped brown bear, while the other was rather thin.

Dean White looked at the old man sitting opposite him and said slowly, "I've inspected the academy's interior. That person was very careful; they left no trace other than destroying the communication array. Do you have any useful intelligence?"

After glancing at White, the old man took a musket from the table with his calloused hands and began to play with it.

As the old man played, he said, "Although I don't know exactly who did it, I can roughly guess that it was the work of the Silver Dragon Empire. As for why they did it, I can probably guess a little."

White glanced at the old man in front of him. As his longtime friend, he could tell from the way the old man played with the musket that although the old man's tone was very calm, he was actually very angry inside. Playing with the musket was just a way for the old man to vent his anger.

“Carl, tell me your guess,” White asked.

"White, you know about demon seeds, right?"

Huai nodded, indicating that he understood.

"The Demon God divided his power into eight streams that exist within the Demon Seeds. One of these Demon Seeds has the ability to absorb the talents of others and make them his own. The Demon God rose to power and unified the Demon Race using this ability. Moreover, this Demon Seed is different from the other Demon Seeds; it can be used without the bloodline of the Demon Emperor, and even non-demons can use it."

Hearing this, White frowned. Although he had some guesses, he still asked, "What do you mean by this?"

“A message came from the undertakers in the Eastern Dragon Empire that a demon seed may have been born in the Eastern Dragon Empire. Coupled with the recent events, I can’t help but suspect that someone wants to use this demon seed to recreate a demon god.”

White did not refute his friend's point of view because he knew his friend's personality; he would not draw such a conclusion so easily unless he had substantial evidence.

After a moment of silence, White spoke up: "So Lu Xuan has also been targeted."

Karl nodded and said, "The young man who almost became the youngest archmage, his talent will naturally attract the attention of those people."

"Then let's contact the Undertaker from the Eastern Dragon Empire and bring Lu Xuan back first."

Carl shook his head with some regret: "Unfortunately, this cannot be done for the time being."

"Why?" Dean White asked, somewhat angrily.

"Unfortunately, there have been traitors among the Undertakers. Now, our Undertaker branches in other empires have been basically wiped out. The remaining Undertakers have either remained silent or secretly returned to the Federation. The Eastern Dragon Empire has suffered an unprecedented blow, and we can no longer contact the Undertakers there."

Upon hearing this information, Dean White was visibly stunned. Those were the Undertakers, formerly the most powerful official assassination organization of the Lova Empire. After the Great Revolution, they became an intelligence organization exclusively for the Loca Federation, and simultaneously one of the most elite intelligence organizations on the entire continent.

Now someone was telling him that this behemoth had been destroyed and was no longer operational. Dean White was momentarily stunned.

Karl put down his musket, looked at his friend's surprised expression, and sighed: "I was also surprised when I first received this intelligence. The two deputy commanders of the Undertaker have collectively betrayed us, and with the help of other empires, although I hate to say it, the fact is that we have indeed become 'blind' during this period, and the entire Undertaker organization has been temporarily paralyzed."

After saying all this, Karl looked out the window, and a hint of confusion appeared in the eyes of this old man who had survived the Lova Revolution.