Regner and Annelot's faces immediately changed, so it seemed that they had been busy tonight. Now that the designers are here, this guy should be able to figure out a way to remedy it.

If he really is a legendary mage, it would be good if they didn't kill the two of them and go back for wine money.

"But don't worry, I'm not going to tell the defenders of Tide City, and I'm not going to help them. The middle-aged man then continued.

"?????" Regner and Anne Lott were confused, they didn't understand what this guy meant.

"You're not going to help them?" Regner couldn't help but ask.

"If they themselves don't guard well and make such a mistake, then they should bear the corresponding price. The middle-aged man said lightly: "Everyone has to pay for their mistakes, no matter who they are." ”

"Could it be that this guy is trying to trick the Hawke Empire into sending troops and then take it by surprise?" the thought popped into the heads of both Regner and Annelot.

"I really won't, and I can't tell them. The middle-aged man smiled bitterly and said, "This is the rule." ”

"Rules?" both Regner and Annelot thought the guy was talking in a fog, and he couldn't understand seven or eight out of ten sentences.

"For some reason, I can't directly interfere in other people's affairs, or rather their fate. The middle-aged man explained very patiently: "This is ...... Give me the rules. ”

"Who gave you the rules?" Regner felt more and more strange about this guy.

"Who?" The middle-aged man suddenly had undisguised hatred and anger on his face when he heard this, his feelings were so strong and so domineering, even the two outsiders, Regner and Annelot, felt a shiver because of his feelings.

The middle-aged man stared at them, and then said word by word: "You, they, everyone, this world!"

"......" Regner and Anne Lot were stunned for a moment, and then they looked at each other, both reading the astonishment and bewilderment in each other's eyes.

"It's a mental illness, isn't it? let's ignore him......" Regner whispered as he leaned over to Annelot.

"Good. "Anne Lot also felt that she couldn't stay around this guy for long.

The two of them looked at the middle-aged man who was adjusting his mood again, and then without saying hello, they were ready to leave.

"Stop!" the middle-aged man suddenly snorted.

"Why? Could it be that Your Excellency has not repented?" Regner turned his head coldly, and as he turned around, he whispered to Annelot, "Run!"

"Not really. The middle-aged man didn't seem to have recovered from the feelings just now, and his tone was much colder now. The middle-aged man glanced at Regner and Annelot and said, "If I let you go back like this, I can't guarantee that I won't let those guys in the Hawke Empire know about my existence, so it's better to take some insurance measures." ”

As soon as the middle-aged man's voice fell, Ragner and Anne Lot lost control of their bodies.

"Human Immobilization?!" Anne Lott was shocked, she had used this spell to control many enemies, but it was the first time she had been controlled by this spell. For a while, Anne Lot's feelings were a little complicated.

The middle-aged man looked at them, and then began to chant his second spell.

"Annie find a way to run!" Regner's face turned red from the force he forced, but even then, his body shook slightly. It can be seen that the middle-aged man is not lying—if he does not have the strength of a legendary mage, how can he control Regner to the death with just one third-level spell? At least Annelot does not have the confidence to do this with only a third-level spell.

"Don't worry, it's just an instruction. Anne Lott judged from the middle-aged man's spell phrase what the spell he was about to cast was.

Indication, a sixth-level enchantment spell. This spell forces the recipient to obey a command from the caster, and if the recipient violates the command, they will be rebuffed by the instruction. As for the cost of backlash, it is possible to be seriously injured or directly killed.

Of course, this spell doesn't last forever, and normally the indicator lasts for a month or so is good. But since the caster this time is a legendary mage, it is estimated that there will be no problem with this spell to last for three or four months.

"I am not allowed to divulge my existence to anyone. "The middle-aged man made instructions for the indicator, so that if Annelot or Regner mentioned his existence to others, they would be punished by the indication.

Strange to say, after the middle-aged man had done all this, his face suddenly turned pale, as if he had just been hit hard. But the indicator spell is only a sixth-level spell, even if it is cast twice, even Anne Lot will not pay attention to the level of mana consumption, let alone a legendary mage?

"Alright, let's go. The middle-aged man's tone was a little weak, and he waved his hand weakly, undoing the human immobilization on Regner and Annelot.

Regner's eyes flickered at this time, although he let go of himself and Annelot, but no matter how to say that this middle-aged man is a legendary mage who works for the Stoke Empire, it is better to get rid of this terrible opponent as soon as possible. And now this guy's weakness doesn't seem like pretending, should I take advantage of his illness to kill him now?

Anne Lot, however, grabbed Regner: "Impossible, he is a legendary mage." ”

It was only after Annelot's reminder that Regner remembered the overwhelming power of Malloret and Clayton. The strength of those Sacred Domain powerhouses was not only not comparable to them, but even far exceeded their imagination. And the middle-aged man in front of him was a legendary mage, which was a rarer and more terrifying existence than the martial artists of the Holy Domain. Even if they are in a weak state now, the two of them are by no means his opponents! At least, Regner has no confidence to work with Annelot to deal with a weakened Clayton!

Thinking of this, Regner couldn't help but be afraid of what he had just thought, he shook his head, and then quietly left with Annelot.

After the two left, the middle-aged man suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He couldn't help but smile bitterly and muttered to himself: "It's just a sixth-level instruction technique, and you will be punished like this." If you had just used the ninth-level erosion of the mind or memory formation, it would have been really dangerous. Hey, hey, you guys...... I really don't treat me well!"

The middle-aged man was not in a hurry to leave, he sat cross-legged and rested on the ground with his eyes closed for more than ten minutes. After ten minutes, his complexion had completely recovered. The middle-aged man smiled slightly, and then casually tore the space and walked in.

......

The next morning, in the palace of the Stoke Empire, the thousand-year-old capital, Sharon was painstakingly studying the design principles of the magic cannon. To be honest, although he is known as a genius mage in the Stoke Empire once in a hundred years. But for Saron, his use of magic in combat was almost purely instinctive. Casting spells is like raising your hand and blinking an eye to him, it's just an action. Because casting spells was so easy for him, Saron had never delved into the mysteries of magic.

So, in complete contrast to Inniris, Saron has a very amazing ability to use magic, but his theoretical knowledge is terrible. At least this magic cannon, Saron hasn't been able to figure out its construction until now.

The middle-aged mage who had met with Regner and the others last night walked straight into Saron's study.

"Teacher. Saron saluted the middle-aged man with the most respectful look. If there is anyone in this world who can make him feel awe from the bottom of his heart, it must be his teacher.

Until now, Salon's past was unclear about his teacher's past. Hardly even many people know about the existence of this teacher, and even if they see him, many people will quickly forget about this person in a short period of time. Saron didn't know if it was due to the strength of his own teacher. But he still vividly remembers the day he met his teacher.

It was a magical festival on that day, and the royal family of the Stoke Empire had a tradition of holding a magical festival every year. This festival is intended to show the royal family's respect for magicians, and on the other hand, it is also an opportunity for magicians to show their loyalty and abilities like the royal family.

At that time, Saron was a teenager who had just awakened the potential of those with attribute abilities. His talent has just been discovered by the Empire, and the Stoke Empire has shown its importance for him. Even though he was only a low-level mage at the time, his great potential gave him the opportunity to participate in this festival with the royal family.

The festival was running perfectly according to the prescribed plan, but just as the dean of the Imperial Academy of Magic was about to speak, a man came out, and he was his teacher.

When this middle-aged man came out, he was wearing a bright robe, and his whole body was full of bookish atmosphere. Judging by his appearance alone, everyone would think that he was an elegant and polite middle-aged mage, but what he did at the time shocked everyone.

His teacher nonchalantly pushed away the elderly dean of the magic academy, and then used his amplification magic to make his own demands to the king: first, he will become a member of the Imperial Academy of Magic in the future, and from today on, if he has any material needs, the empire will try its best to meet them. Second, the genius little guy that the empire had just found recently, that is, the young Saron who had been identified as having dual attribute abilities, would become his disciple. He will be solely responsible for the teaching of Saron, and no one else can interfere.