The old man in the black cloak sat down across from Brand, revealing his face under the hood.

He was a human, and judging by the depth of the wrinkles on his pale, loose skin, he was so old that even magic seemed to be unable to restore his decaying body, and his green eyes seemed to exude a heavy intent of death at all times.

But Brand looked at the other party's miserable green eyes with blood, and did not show any surprise.

In the noisy tavern, the two looked at each other silently for a while, and invariably cast a soundproofing magic around them, but neither of them spoke first.

The vine-like soundproofing magic flickered around the place where the two were sitting and staggered over each other, and the noisy voices and music in the book house and tavern fell silent, leaving only the butterbeer boiling again in the small space, bubbling and making a faint sound unwilling to be silent.

As if he didn't like the atmosphere, Brand frowned, glanced at the gold coins that had been blown over the table, and then took the piping hot butterbeer and drank it down.

He exhaled lightly, smelled the aroma of the butterbeer, and finally said:

"The organization shouldn't have contacted me in this way, the incident that happened a few months ago, and the Holy Law Force's eyes are still lingering on Iluvita, such a connection is too remarkable. ”

Brand paused slightly, and seeing that the other party did not intend to speak, he continued:

"If it weren't for the news that a high-level demonic beast was circulating in the vicinity in recent weeks, and Bellamy's sudden influx of so many adventurers, your appearance would definitely attract the attention of the law enforcement team. ”

The old man with miserable green eyes picked up the pine nut wine placed in front of him and sniffed it, took a sip slowly, and still didn't say anything.

"Or maybe you deliberately released this news in order to contact me, so as to lure these adventurers of varying strength to find high-level magical beasts?" Brand patiently asked himself and maintained the conversation: "But this is a bit too ostentatious, when did the organization act like this-"

"Click," the old man put the pine nut glass on the low table.

In terms of the magic fluctuations emanating from his body, even if the wine glass was a thousand times heavier, he would not make the slightest sound if he didn't want to, he was there to interrupt Brand's words.

"Faith is dead. He said.

His voice was much younger than the wrinkles on his face, not a little hoarse, as hard as two cold metal hammers grinding against each other, splashing sharp pieces of ice slag.

"Faith is dead, you're not dead. ”

He didn't say a word more, waiting for Brand to give an answer.

"That's when the power of the contract came suddenly, but I struggled and didn't know how to survive. Brand said, his blood-colored eyes not avoiding the other party's gaze: "I survived, confirmed what happened, and then sent back a sign to the organization as soon as possible in the hope of re-contacting me, but for some reason it has not been re-contacted in this way until now." ”

"Your captain is dead, and you have survived the power of the contract...... the old man said slowly, and his gaze fell on the wine glass in front of him, "In the records of the organization, the number of accidental deaths due to the sudden death of a superior in the past thousand years is ...... Three hundred and eighty-two, the number of people who were killed by their superiors using the power of contract because of exposure and loss of contact and other reasons is ...... Six hundred and fifty-four, and the number of survivors from the power of the contract is ......"

"Zero. He said.

"You are the first, the first forsaken. The old man stared into Brand's eyes and began to slowly sip pine nut wine.

As if the old man was talking a bit of a cumbersome way, Brand began to play with a short, thick metal rod in his hand, and he calmly stated, "I know that I was the first Forsaken, I don't know how I survived, and I hope to reconnect with the Order." ”

The old man drank the wine one after another, until the wine glass bottomed out, and then he said slowly: "Even in the organization, there are not many people like you who have crossed the line of the world early with the lowest authority and mastered the power of the great magician, since you no longer have the shackles of the power of the contract, the world is so big that you can gallop with you, as long as it is not unfavorable to the organization, no one will hold you accountable, why do you want to contact the organization again." ”

Brand stopped the metal round stick in his hand, thought for a moment, and said, "I have not forgotten where I came from, why I came, and by whom. ”

"But now that you're the Forsaken, there's no reason for the Order to trust you. The old man said slowly.

"I have completed the design of many magical machines for the organization, participated in the improvement of countless magical enchantments, handed in thousands of unique machinery and alchemy items, and perfectly executed seventeen mortal missions with a danger level of ten......," Brand said calmly, without the slightest displeasure:

"If the organization doesn't trust me anymore, why are you here, to 'clean' me?"

He raised his eyebrows: "Captain Firth was targeted by the law enforcement team in order to complete the cleanup task and maintain the secrecy of the organization, the existence of the organization has been irretrievably exposed to the vision of the Holy Law Enforcement Team, I think this critical juncture organization should need more strength." ”

"The Order will not trust the Forsaken......" a terrifying smile appeared at the corner of the old man's mouth:

"Thankfully, I'm representing one of the more enlightened adults, who thinks that these extraneous matters can no longer affect our plans, and that both the Forsaken and the outer Wings of Twilight can be embraced. ”

"If you want to continue to be involved in the organization......" he stretched out a craggy hand, a magic rune lying in the palm of his hand, "We have a mission in this area, you may be able to make some efforts, and if the task performer feels that there are not enough people, they will contact you when the time comes." ”

Brand took the magic rune, glanced at it, frowned slightly, and said, "The level is so high...... Can I give up my disguise if necessary?I don't know how much effort it took to get into the magic academy of Iluvita, doesn't it ......matter anymore?"

"According to the arrangement, if everything goes well, your identity doesn't matter. The old man's eyes narrowed his miserable green: "And according to the adult, it doesn't matter whether the arrangement here is successful or not...... Got it?"

Brand put away the rune and attached it to his wrist, thought for a moment, and said:

"Can you tell me which one I'm loyal to right now? ”

"The Staff of Punishment, Lord Scepter. ”

After the old man finished speaking, he eliminated the surrounding soundproofing magic and got up to leave, and in an instant the noisy sound of the tavern drowned out the name that was still echoing, the staff of punishment, the scepter.

His figure disappeared behind the door of the treehouse tavern, and everyone in the crowded tavern would have caused a cheer when they left, and Brand was still sitting in the soft leather chair, he looked at the rune on his wrist and tapped the stubby metal round stick, and whispered to himself, "Sure enough, there is no news about the scepter yet, so the real first forsaken...... Where the hell are you hiding......"

"The scepter is truly arranged...... What the hell is it...... Let it be so confident......"

……

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After beating up Clio in Brand's class, Morin's life has hit a few stumbles.

Fifty points deducted by Brand is not too much for a teenager, and Iluvita's students receive extra points for each "valid reading" of an extracurricular book (being able to answer the corresponding question on the House Elf's reading test) depending on the type and difficulty of the book, and Merlin only needs to spend a little more time relying on his special memory skills to make up for these points.

But what happened to the Gessock students made him feel uncomfortable for a while.

After hearing Marcus say that the Gesok nobles had a grudge against Pike's father, Morin couldn't help but try those classmates from the Gessock empire again, and found that they were indeed deliberately rejecting themselves, among which there were a few senior students whose relationship was originally okay, and even the Aeno and others who were in a group with Morin were faintly ostracized.

Needless to say, Marcus basically didn't associate with any of Gessock's aristocratic students, but even Barron was ostracized.

Originally, the relationship with Lean Smith, the leader of the Clio team, had eased at the end of last year, but now when Barron met the third-year senior of the combat and command school in the arena, the other party had changed back to the slightest swagger, not only that, but even asked the third-year students who were friends with him not to train with Barron in combat.

Barron can only train with Osmond with his strength, or go to train with Thea and be crushed by the power.

Let his companions be dragged down, Mo Lin was also very unhappy in his heart, especially Marcas, who was actually disqualified as the heir by Grand Duke Maple Leaf because of his own affairs, and the young man didn't know how to apologize, so he had to step up his efforts to make magic cards every day, so that he could save enough taxes as soon as possible and then take time to practice command to obtain permission to check the records of the Battle of the Blood Moon.

Gradually, Merlin entered a state of crazy card making.

Throughout October, every night and weekend that he could arrange freely, he spent time alone in the card-making classroom, afraid of being distracted in the process of making cards, and even the black fire stayed by Emino's side, only the steadily increasing success rate and the faster and faster speed of the engraving witnessed the sweat of the teenager.

In terms of courses, Mr. Ed's [Introduction to Card Making], as the difficulty becomes more and more difficult, there are fewer and fewer familiar faces that Morin can see in the classroom, although the prospects and expectations of the card maker are very good, but he can't bear the hardships and difficulties of the process, and even Aeno has no choice but to give up this "big money" elective course after the fifth class, and Marcus is still gritting his teeth and persevering.

The boy also suggested that Tilna learn how to make cards, saying that this highly standardized process requires the Vesdemonic Spirit to complete it well, but Tilna said that her mental strength is relatively weak and cannot meet the basic requirements of melting cards.

As for Brand's [Advanced Card Use], after deducting Morin's fifty points, Bloody Eyes Brand seems to have been satisfied, and gradually expanded the range of movement in the requirements of classroom actual combat practice, although the boy can still only passively beat other students, and the proficiency of using magic cards has also improved, but after the dodge space has been expanded, Morin still succeeded in reducing the injury level of each sparring to one-third of the original.

Now, if you want to talk about the skills of evading magic, the teenager can not hesitate to consider himself the first in the whole grade, and Barron of the combat school could not do better than him in this regard.

As for Thea and the others, judging by the performance of several people in Brand class, Merlin thought that they probably didn't plan to dodge until they could use the full two-ring magic sparring, and those neither the wind blades nor the acid erosion seemed to be able to do any damage to them at all.

As a result, they became the opposite of Morin, and they were the last opponents that the students wanted to encounter in actual combat exercises.

In Mr. Sharpnose's [Magic Analysis] course, they have learned seven or eight magic models that can be used to cook potatoes, and these model structures that make others miserable can be forcibly written down with their special abilities, saving him a lot of time in making cards.

Under the tireless light of the cursed aura of the magic puddle, if it weren't for this special memory ability, the boy really didn't know how to spend his college life.

In addition, the sharp-nosed teacher said that in a few months, they would start to design the [French Fries Technique] as a group, but Morin was not too worried about this, and it was all thanks to another course [Spell Model Calculation Methods and Theory].

This is a compulsory course for students of the classical mage school, which is in charge of Professor Wang Del, who makes magic wands, and is taught every two weeks, and both Tilna and Morin have learned well, as the course name suggests, this course is also about the calculation of spell models, but it is more theoretical than the magic analysis course, and it is an advanced course of the magic analysis course.

It is worth mentioning that Xiao Hei seems to be very interested in this course, and every lesson it runs out and lands on Morin's shoulder, motionless as if listening very seriously, and Wang Del is also happy that his class can be appreciated by elemental creatures, and often criticizes those students who are distracted by them saying that they are not as serious as elemental creatures.

But the boy knew that Xiao Hei couldn't understand Wang De's sleepwalking words.

Xiao Hei was only interested in the complex model structure and numerical calculations in those images, and his little green eyes forcibly widened during class, who knows why he was so interested in these model calculations that even magicians looked sleepy at, and he didn't know how much he understood.

Anyway, Mo Lin didn't know much about it, so he could only forcibly write it down and slowly digest it in the future.

The Classical Mage School also has another compulsory course, "The Evolution and Progress of Magic", and the course that is more historical-oriented is naturally taught by Anna Gulai, and Maureen still answers difficult questions in class.

The days went by like this.

By mid-November, the [Food Purification] cards were neatly placed in Morin's huge card box, and the number was already three hundred.

"Whew—" The boy stretched wide.

"It's finally done. "Black black