"It's said that you have hidden whereabouts, how can this be confused?" the white-robed old man disagreed, "And then again, you are the founder of the dignified Rosemold family, the richest man in the empire, and you can't even afford a ticket, so you are embarrassed to talk?"

"What you can't afford is that you can't buy it at all. The www.biquge.info old man in the black robe said, "The people I met refused to sell ten times the price, what can I do." ”

"Prove that you are really old!" said the white-robed old man with emotion: "I think you were so shrewd back then, you can be deceived by the rhetoric you want." ”

"Each other!" said the black-robed old man: "I want to think about how domineering you were back then, and you have to snatch the things you want." ”

"It's not appropriate for you to frame me like that. The white-robed old man said.

"Is it appropriate for you to distort my intelligence?" the black-robed old man snorted.

"You two, is that how you quarrel all the way?" Just as the two were arguing, an old and deep voice sounded.

The two old men were stunned for a moment, and then turned their heads together and said, "You are here!"

A straight, straight figure slowly walked with a steady and powerful step, his hair was pale, his eyes were blazing, and it was Arria's grandfather, Russell Regrid!

"I've been here a long time ago, just from a distance to see how you've been taught a lesson by my Magis Academy kids. Russell said.

"What?" the two old men were shocked, "that young man is a student of your Magis Academy?"

His name is Reinfel Myers, a first-year student at Meggis Academy, and he is a member of the Empire Tournament. Russell said lightly.

"Could it be that you have cultivated it with all your might?" the white-robed old man said, "No, you who refuse to accept our funding, after Ariya, how can you still have so many resources to cultivate such a powerful genius." ”

"It's not me, and I don't know where he's coming from. Russell said: "But geniuses of this level can never be caused by pure talent, probably only they can cultivate, right?"

Although Russell didn't say it explicitly, the old man in the black robe and the old man in the white robe knew very well who he was talking about.

Three days of magic!

"It wouldn't be surprising if they did. The white robe thought so, and said to the old man in the black robe: "But even so, this young man's talent is absolutely shocking, I'm afraid that even your grandson is not as good as it, right?"

When the black-robed old man heard this, he shook his head helplessly and said, "I hope that young man can really be better than my grandson, so that he can teach him some lessons." Suzerren, this kid, is too angry. ”

"It's from his father. Russell said in a deep voice: "Our descendants seem to be living too nourishingly, and all of them are very ambitious." ”

"I don't know what they're going to do. The old man in the black robe shook his head and said, "We are old, the world is already theirs, I really miss the days when we fought the world together......"

When the white-robed old man heard this, he smiled faintly, and there seemed to be recollection in his eyes, "I think back then, you were responsible for economic support, and Russell created the magic weapon that turned the tide of the war, but I was pushed to the front by you and became a banner! ”

"Don't say it, how many people covet the throne of the emperor, and the two of us told you for one night, and you reluctantly agreed. The black-robed old man smiled: "Who would have thought that the young man who was spurned by the family back then would become the founding emperor of one of the three major empires?"

"The emperor should have the world in his heart, and you deserve it. Russell said lightly: "Although it is difficult to fight the world, it is even more difficult to defend the world, but now the situation is unstable, and the undercurrent of disputes in the next generation is surging, and we old bones don't know if we can withstand the toss." ”

"Speaking of the current situation, the Holy See seems to have made a lot of moves recently. The black-robed old man said.

"Aren't you traveling all over the world just to see the changes in the faith of the Holy See?" Russell asked, "What's the gain?"

"Nothing to gain. The white-robed old man shook his head and said, "It's just that I saw that they are vigorously promoting the doctrine, and recently made the Lion Kingdom their cardinal kingdom, it seems that they really want to regain their former influence within the empire." ”

"The forces within the Holy Court are intertwined and extremely complex, and the high-level leaders are almost all cultivated by the Holy Court from birth, and even the three major empires are difficult to infiltrate. The black-robed old man also frowned and said, "I'm afraid only they know what the highest level of the Holy Court thinks. ”

When Russell heard this, he was silent for a long time, and said: "The storm may come back soon, I don't know if the next generation can grow up to the point where they can be strong enough to take charge before then......"

Russell's eyes were deep, looking into the distance, and there was a little worry in his words.

*

Halfway up the hill in Lionheart, in a remote grove.

Naransius lay on a tree, looking through the lush green leaves and looking at the dappled sky.

The battle with Lucia made his mind a little confused, and even made him suspicious.

Is it right to stop using Thunder Magic in a situation like this?

But every time the thought came to him, he couldn't help but think of the scene in the ring that day.

That made him fall into the abyss, and he didn't want to use the thunder magic again!

"You seem to be struggling. Just as Naransius was in a state of confusion, a deep and strange voice rang in his ears.

This voice, Naransius has not heard!

He jerked up and looked at where the voice had come.

It was a tree not far away, and a tall, slender man sat on a branch, his legs crossed, his chin in one hand, and looked at Naransius with an interested expression.

His slightly closed eyes were deep and unpleasant.

Naransius was slightly stunned when he saw his appearance, this person, he had seen it.

He turned out to be a member of the Lion King's Academy, the 'Phantom Strategist 'Fant Quegmo'.

"Isn't this senior supposed to be in the game?" Naransius was surprised that he could find himself, but his expression was still calm as usual.

"Match?" said Fant with a faint smile, "it's over, and we'll be your opponents tomorrow." ”

Naransius's expression moved slightly, the strength of the thirteenth academy of the Lion Kingdom is not weak, how long has it been, and the five solo battles have actually ended?

"How did you find me?" said Naransius.

When Fant heard this, he grinned and smiled treacherously, "The breath of your soul is so unique, and I can smell it from far, far away." ”

Naransius frowned slightly, "In Lionheart City, you can't use soul searching, right? As a student of the Royal Academy, you blatantly violated the rules?"

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Today's second update! There are only two updates today, and two changes are owed this week!

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