Lin Moyang took the quill and parchment with a bitter face, at this time he complained a little that this group of wizards was a little inflexible, obviously they all began to use high-tech equipment, but at this time it was particularly primitive, no matter how bad the pen felt to use, it was better to use than this thin and difficult to hold quill pen, right? Writing Chinese names with a quill is really a very torturous thing.

He carefully signed his name on the parchment, and DeMill nodded in satisfaction and took the parchment and handed it to a researcher in a white uniform next to him.

"Alright, then it's time for us to head to the second gate of the Golden Lunga Gate. With a wave of his hand, Demir motioned for Lin and Moira to follow, while Sylbe led the little girl into a small room accompanied by several researchers.

"It's okay, let Silbe play with the children, she is very caring, and taking care of the children is a must. Demir explained, and then he opened the small door in the middle of the hall. 、

Behind the small door was a relatively clean room, with two rows of chairs lined up on either side of what looked like a hospital hallway, filled with people in black cloaks. Lin Moyang had never seen these people among the students, but the moment the door opened, almost all the people in black neatly projected their eyes over. Although Lin Moyang didn't know much about the famous guards in the wizarding world, when these black-cloaked wizards looked at him, Lin Moyang seemed to be pointed at his chest by several sharp swords. These black-clothed men first glanced at Lin Moyang, and then quickly glanced at the people around Lin Moyang, and when they saw Demir, they collectively withdrew their gazes, and did not say a word in the whole process.

The Nightblade of the Cloak of Shadows, the word echoed in Lin Moyang's mind. Demir had mentioned that it was guarded by the most elite Nightblade of the Shadow Cloaks, and it seemed that these were the wizards in the black cloaks.

Lin Moyang didn't even dare to raise his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, each of these people had hunter-like eyes, the moment they came in just now, they had already locked on Lin Moyang and the three, as long as they were sure that they were intruders, these hunters would not hesitate to attack. Lin had seen the leader of the Shadow Cloak, but El Carlo didn't feel as sharp as he was. Thinking of the group of pilgrim operatives who were like precision machines as soon as they entered the working state, he understood a little. None of the wizards were famous, at least after most of them, and their titles were enough to match their strength.

And these nightblades were in working condition, they were always unsheathed and sharp, and there were no decorations in the small room, no televisions, no water dispensers, only two rows of seats that sat up and looked like butts. They don't need comfort, they don't slack off, and only such a person is qualified to guard the gates of Niforheim.

Demir nodded slightly to the guards in both rows, and no one returned the salute, and he didn't mind. He walked straight to the door in the room, guarded by the Nightblades. This time he pulled out a golden seal from his bosom, on which were painted intertwined staff and swords.

All Nightblades stood en masse and saluted the seal. If you want to go to the second gate of the Golden Lunga, you must hold a token issued by the members of the Round Table. DeMill's seal is a token of Merlin, a member of the Round Table. The most virtuous and wise old man in this round table was the founder of the round table council, and it was he who single-handedly established the prototype of the round table council. He was given the name "Merlin" at the round table in recognition of his exploits on a par with the strongest and most prestigious wizard in Britain, who is said to have guided King Arthur. His seal is a depiction of his encounter with another Round Table Veteran, the last knight, Lorraine Bein. It was this historic meeting that led to the birth of the Council of the Round Table, the most powerful organization of the later European wizarding community.

The original Five Masters of the Round Table, "The Staff and the Sword of the Meeting", "The Pegasus with Wings", "The Eye of Truth", "The Hand of the Holy Grail", and "The Lightning That Pierces the Night". In the earliest Round Table Councils, the imprint of these five men was so prestigious that their fame is irreplaceable, and even in the midst of the alternating round tables, these five men will forever retain their imprint on the ceiling of the Golden Hall of the Round Table, and their chairs beside the round table will be preserved forever.

Nightblade is the elite of the Cloak of Shadows and the Shadow Blade of the Round Table, and even Demir can't make them salute, but the Nightblades have to salute Merlin's sigil.

Demir lightly pressed the mark on the door, and the door made a crisp click, followed by a storm of unlocking sounds, and many hidden clasps were lifted, and the tightly sealed door opened silently in front of Demir.

Demir made a gesture and motioned for Lin Moyang to ask first, and Moira was so nervous that she didn't know where to put her hand. This commoner-turned-witch apprentice had never seen anything like it. The Shadow Cloak is the elite of wizards, and even the most experienced dark wizard hunters in the Ministry of Magic may not be qualified to join this special organization, let alone ordinary wizards from civilian backgrounds, even if they have a position in the Ministry of Magic, they have to pass difficult tests and tempering before they have a chance to get it.

Lin Moyang doesn't care, the first is because he is not familiar with the social structure of wizards, and he doesn't know what these two rows of people represent, so he can handle them so calmly, if you replace these night blades with special soldiers with loaded guns, this guy will be so scared that he can't take a step.

When both Lin and Demir disappeared into the depths of the door, the door closed silently again, and the mechanisms inside the door were tightened again. What Lin Moyang and Demir didn't notice was that almost all of the Night Blades breathed a long sigh of relief after Lin Moyang left.

The reason why all of them looked at Lin Moyang at the beginning was because the moment Lin Moyang stepped into this room, they were subconsciously attracted by this unattractive Chinese. Demir is a veteran wizard and a well-known potions alchemist in the wizarding world, but Lin Moyang made the instincts of this group of hunters notice him for the first time. It was an instinct honed in countless battles and experiences, an instinct to be wary of dangerous species.

All the Nightblades were silent, they burst out almost the moment the door opened, but luckily they noticed Demir beside Lin Moyang.

"That person, a lot like ......," Nightblade whispered. This was taboo in Nightblade, as distractions would lead to loopholes in the guards' work, which they should have discussed after the shift change. But now no one has spoken out to reprimand, and no one has blamed this person. They all knew in their hearts that although this person couldn't see the strength, the matter of being able to turn their attention subconsciously had nothing to do with strength.

There are a total of 40 Nightblades in the Cloak of Shadows, and 18 of them are guarded by the Gates of Jinlunga, each of whom is on duty for 8 hours a day. Make sure that this second gate of the Golden Lunga is not invaded, and that they, as elites, have participated in some of the most famous battles in the wizarding world. Including the capture of some dangerous dark wizards, and these members of the Shadow Cloak can't forget the figure they saw on the battlefield. Enough to crumble the toughest members, enough to terrify the bravest hunters. And although the Chinese young man didn't look like that person at all, he felt 4 percent similar, and these four achievements were enough to make these night blades look sideways.

Walking through the door, Lin Moyang suddenly felt that he couldn't see his five fingers, as if the light was completely cut off. Demir's voice came from front of him: "Sorry Your Excellency, the first person who enters this second door must be tested, or carry a certificate symbolizing the members of the round table, and Xiao Mo's school emblem is also counted." But if you don't have it, you'll have to put it to the test. Xiao Mo and I are waiting for you at the face of Hermes first, and the alchemists of Xiao Mo's affairs also need to check it first. ”

Lin Moyang was about to open his mouth to ask what the test was, when he heard Demir's voice getting quieter and quieter. At that moment, a bright flame lit up in the darkness, illuminating the room.

This room was even more rudimentary than the previous one, with nothing but a wooden chair and bare walls and floors. If it weren't for the flame floating in the air, there wouldn't even be a light in this room.

Lin Moyang looked back, there was still a smooth wall behind him, and he didn't know where he had entered this room.

"Is there an escape room?" Lin Moyang muttered to himself. He's seen so many strange things lately, he's been surprised for a long time, anyway, unscientific things can be explained by magic, what's so surprising. It's just that he's a little curious about what this so-called test is. Is it to wait for a few Guardians or something to pop up in the next room, and tell him that he has to win the Guardians to pass? Pull him down, what if you can't fight? Get beaten half to death and throw him back into the room where he was and give it to the Nightblades for first aid?

"Aha! I've been holding back for a long time to say this!"

Lin Moyang is already very calm, this kind of thing that only hears his voice and does not see his people has been numb to him in the past few days. He clasped his hands and said quietly: "Please, brothers, can you show up first and then speak, everyone pretends to be mysterious, and you have to hide in an invisible place to talk and scare others." Please, you're wizards, this kind of trick is put in the world of science, at most, it will make people think that you have hidden loudspeakers and speakers, not to mention that this is still a wizard's territory, and I believe you when you say that the chair in front of me is talking. Let's talk about what the test is......",

After the tongue is restored, Lin Moyang is simply not too arrogant, and he feels that his ability to complain has returned to his body, this is the complete Lin Moyang, homely, cowardly, and venomous!

"Damn, young man, how do you know I'm talking?" the shrill voice was taken aback, and then said with a tremor of joy in the voice, "Could it be that my Tiger Chair Lord is so famous now?"

What a vicious name! This name is as famous in China as chili pepper water, lime powder, mace, and other poisonous weapons, and what foreign alchemist can come up with such an intoxicating name for the chair he made?

Lin Moyang's brain couldn't help but think of a church member coming to China to play, coinciding with St. Patrick's Day, this religious veteran happily bought himself a green hat, swaggering through the street, rampage. I almost didn't make the stomach of passers-by laugh and hurt.

The man who made this stool must have been an archmage, otherwise how could he have made such a stool that could speak and be conscious? And he was very thoughtful to give it the name of tiger. It is estimated that this archmage did not expect this chair to meet such a Chinese today.

Lin Moyang carefully and cautiously looked at the talking tiger chair in the middle of the room, wondering if the test of this chair should be to wait for himself to be tied to this chair, and then this chair asked himself loudly: "Say, do you want to blend in with Niflheim's spies!"

Thinking of this, Lin Moyang shuddered, what a vicious wizard, the person who can make this kind of chair is simply a demon walking in the world, and his heart is black and juiced!

After thinking about it, Lin Moyang's eyes when he looked at this chair were three points of fear!

"Boy, why are you still stunned? Hurry up and sit down, we're about to start the test. You're the first person I've met in the past six months who needs to be tested, so let's take a closer look at what you look like. "That chair doesn't care about Lin Moyang's rich mental activity, it is indeed placed here to test the guy who enters the second door for the first time. However, the nearest person is either an acquaintance or has a mark, and it has forgotten what a living person looks like.

"Big brother, little brother's joints are fragile, can you add a few bricks?" Lin Moyang sat down on this chair a little nervously.

"What brick, why can't I understand what you guy is saying, is it a new word that has been popular in the wizarding world recently?" The chair looked at the guy in front of him and was suddenly full of awe of himself, and he felt a little proud in his heart, but he didn't know what these words that he didn't understand that kept coming out of this guy's mouth meant.

"Ah, it's okay......" Lin Moyang sat on this tiger chair nervously, not knowing whether it was touching the scene or what's going on, but there was a sense of tragedy and grandeur that the wind was sluggish and the water was cold.

"Listen, the test is divided into three parts, the first is a knowledge quiz, I will ask you some basic questions, the second is that you have to pass the test of magic, and the third is that you have to choose your own talent show. The tiger chair said with some smugness.

"Huh?" Lin Moyang was a little surprised, listening to the meaning of this stool, it is an oral test, a skill test, and a talent show? What kind of test is this? Is the guy who set up this stool to be funny?

"Hmph, I'm afraid, it's hard, but if you can't pass the test, then this door will never open. The tiger chair said proudly.

What a vicious! Lin Moyang suddenly opened his mouth! He understood the profound meaning of this test. Just imagine, a dark wizard as evil as Voldemort, the villain, wants to infiltrate the gate of this golden lunga, but is suddenly stopped by this tiger chair. You say that kind of terrible villain, a murderous villain who doesn't blink an eye, what will you think when you hear these three tests? The temperament tears his face on the spot, triggers the alarm, and is severely disabled by the Nightblade elites who arrive, and the good-tempered ones dare to endure humiliation and burden, can only be used to sneak into this second gate and perform a talent show, think of the bald Voldemort in Harry Potter, holding a wand, and seeing who is not pleasing to the eye, a ruthless character who throws an Arvada to the past, in this case can only dance in humiliation, or recite poems, or sing a song.

You can identify the villains who are mixed in at once, not only that, even if this villain really can stand such a humiliation under the crotch, add a video function to this chair, and then show this dancing video to the wizards, burn it into a DVD, and the wizards will have one each, even a dark wizard of Voldemort's level will not have the face to run out and show his head again, right?

Lin Moyang couldn't help but feel a chill in his back, he was worthy of being an archmage, he thought he was here to be funny, this is simply too superficial, this archmage's heart is no less black than the legendary witch Morgan, it is simply the reincarnation of Zhou Papi. This chair is called the Tiger Chair, and I thought that the author of this chair did not understand Chinese culture, but now it seems that the maker of this chair cannot help but be well versed in the breadth and profundity of Chinese culture, and this chair is simply beautified by being called the Tiger Chair! It is not an exaggeration to call this chair the Hell's Chair! The person who made this chair must be a devil for the dark wizard!

"Boy, why are you sitting on me with such a rich expression? The tiger chair grumbled dissatisfiedly.

"Huh...... Isn't this the first time I've sat on this tiger chair? I'm a little nervous. Lin Moyang prevaricated, nonsense, who is not nervous to sit on this kind of chair, this is simply a torture tool!

"Yo, the young man speaks quite well, even if you have vision, the chair surface of your tiger chair uncle is pure cowhide, and you don't sweat or stuffy when you sit on it, and even the chance of hemorrhoids will decrease." This chair doesn't know how to listen to Lin Moyang's words, this shrill voice sounds like a dead eunuch listening to other people's sycophants and then cocking his orchid finger to speak.

Lin Moyang heard this strange boast, and everything was wrong, but after thinking about it carefully, this guy is a chair, and it doesn't seem to be a big problem?

"Okay, first question, you listen. The tiger chair suddenly said fiercely, and at the same time, two blue phantom-like ropes popped out of the chair and tied them to Lin Moyang's body.

"In case you get in, then I can't let you run, tie ...... first," the tiger chair said viciously, but in the middle of its words, the two ropes suddenly broke off by themselves when they were about to touch Lin Moyang's body. So the scene instantly became a little subtly awkward.

"Forehead......" Lin Moyang looked down at the three rings around his neck that were used as necklaces by himself. It seems to understand something.

Tianlu Taoba Three Rings, Anti-Curse, Anti-Magic, Anti-Physical Attack, Who Knows, Fenglong Production Must Be a Boutique! It seems that this bundled rope spell is a kind of attack spell, and it was countered by the Taoba ring!