Even though Lancelot cast many spells on himself in an instant, such as [High Mage Lord Armor], [Level 7 Monster Summon], [Damage Transfer], and [Reduced Blunt Strike Damage], he was still sent out by Yarman without accident, and the two-headed scorpion-tailed fire wolf that he summoned to share the damage was directly blown into a cloud of blood mist by the damage transmitted by [Damage Transfer].

"Yarman, you're really scared of you!"

Sensing the sharp pain coming from his broken rib and the hidden gloating vortex of the onlookers mage, Lancelot, who valued his face as extremely important, could still keep calm.

Lancelot then pulled out a white bone needle the length of two index fingers and aimed it at Yarman.

Yarman, who had incarnated as Beamon, only felt that the hairs on his body stood on end, and the object was the rough-shaped bone needle.

"Yarman, who gave you the guts to actually beat a legendary mage to your face!"

"Master Lancelot, you have hidden things privately, I won't care about it this time, if there is a next time, I will directly convene a trial and ruling!"

Lancelot felt a light in his hand, and the hole card that he had spent so much effort grinding from his father actually appeared in the Guardian's hand.

"Lord Guardian......

Although Lancelot knew that the chances of the needle coming back to him were low, he still had to fight for it.

"Huh? Why are you unhappy with my penalty?! ”

The Guardian snorted softly, and Lancelot, who was already a legend, seemed to have his heart shut down.

Is this the power of the Guardians?

Lancelot bowed his head unwillingly.

"I have no opinion, senior brother!"

Yarman deserves to be the best flatter, but why is your "senior brother" so loud?

Lancelot only needs to knock out his teeth and swallow blood at this moment, blaming himself for being too excited just now, and he took out the contraband at once, and was caught by Anselm.

"Your Excellency Guardian, I was indeed excited just now, but there is definitely something wrong with this Morey!"

"He didn't know what tricks he used to destroy the House of Luck and assassinate Kem!"

Lancelot didn't believe that his disciple would lose to Morey under his "heart" teachings, so it must be this Morey who used some means to collapse the space after he found out that he couldn't defeat Cam.

Otherwise, why did the low-strength Morey come back alive, but his disciple was missing?

"Hmph, why don't you say that your disciple has bad intentions, and while collapsing the space, he also killed himself?"

If it weren't for the mistake of Kem's fate in the end, Morey would have thought that his teacher had been secretly watching the development of things for a long time, just like his own teacher had just done.

"Seniors, I have recorded all the things in the house of machine luck in these shadow stones."

As he spoke, Morey sent three white shadow stones to the three legendary mages with the [Mage's Hand].

These are all legendary mages who naturally don't need to infuse mana into them like ordinary mages, and then project the image out, they can directly obtain the information in it just through the invisible mana channel, and the reading speed is extremely fast.

In just the blink of an eye, they finished reading the [Lingering Stone].

"Nonsense!"

Lancelot looked disbelieving, or he had to pretend not to belief.

"Humph......"

Yarman, who has always been grumpy, only snorted coldly twice with his nostrils.

"Lancelot, Yarman, come with me!"

The Guardian commanded with a cold face, and there was a kind of domineering in his words that could not be refused.

Looking at Lancelot, who looked aggrieved as if he had eaten something unknown, Yarman couldn't help but laugh three times in his heart, with his senior brother present, why should he play shirtless.

Seeing that the three of them were about to leave, Anselm suddenly stopped.

"Morey, you are the party, you should come along!"

"Me?"

Morey pointed at himself in disbelief.

They were obviously going to hold an emergency meeting of legendary mages, and they could actually go to the audit as an intermediate mage who was not yet advanced?

"Why are you still stunned!"

Yarman pulled Morey directly to his side, which was a good opportunity to show his face, and he didn't want Morey to miss it.

Lancelot's face was gloomy, but he didn't question it in the end.

After all, it was the current generation of guardians who made this decision.

By the time Morey was pulled through a portal by Yarman, he came to a strange space.

It was as if he was in the clouds, surrounded by misty clouds, and the rainbow lights flashed from time to time in the clouds, but Morey felt a powerful coercion.

On a grey unknown stone floor, a large obsidian table sits in the center.

Obsidian as a mid-level magic material is not unusual, but the incomparably smooth top that can almost be used as a black mirror shows how intricate the craftsmanship used for this table is.

There were ten seats on each side of the table, and there were 21 seats on the left and right of the table, including Anselm, who was already seated, but now only nine people sat on it.

Except for his own teacher, uncle, and the gloomy face of Mage Lancelot, most of the people here Morey knew.

Whitebeard, who delves into the puppet, Bert's teacher Isaac, space master Meyer, and Larkin who once had a conflict with him. Master Koberm, and Master Sin, who once had a one-sided relationship.

Except for the guy who covered himself tightly, Morey recognized the attendees.

"I have already informed you of the situation just now, I have already informed you with the [Psychic Communication Technique], what suggestions do you have?"

"Are you sure Cam betrayed the Order?"

Isaac was the first to ask.

"There is no doubt about this, I used the [Prophecy Technique] to predict it before I came, although it suffered a very powerful interference, but this indirectly confirms that Kem's betrayal is the truth!"

The guy who covered himself tightly was actually a prophecy master who was proficient in [prophecy].

"Well, since there is Carol's confirmation, I don't think about this problem!"

The Guardian nodded affirmatively.

Then everyone was working on how to pursue Kem, or how to prevent Kem from polluting the mage.

Morey could only listen obediently here, acting as a human information finder, and only described his encounter in Scarspace when they asked for relevant information.

Seeing that this emergency meeting was about to end, Yarman suddenly spoke.

"Ladies and gentlemen, although this is a bet between Morey and Keim, in essence, this is also a graduation exam, don't you need to announce the results?"

Looking at Yarman, who was frowning at him, Anselm naturally understood what this junior brother meant, he was going to give his disciple a grand graduation ceremony!

Hehe, then you will fulfill him!

"I, the contemporary guardian of the Book of Ten Thousand Laws, declare the intermediate mage Morey. Faist, with excellent academic performance, graduated! ”

The Guardian drew his staff, tapped it on Morey's right shoulder, and put it down.

"I, Yarman, announce Intermediate Mage Morey. Faist, with excellent academic performance, graduated! ”

Yarman also pulled out his staff, which he hadn't used for a long time, and tapped it on Morey's left shoulder before putting it down.

"I, Isaac, announce ......"

In the end, even the gloomy-faced Lancelot had to follow this ancient ritual by taking out his staff and counting the stone slabs in front of Morey, announcing the successful graduation of the baron from the Far East.

Looking at the faces of legendary mages flashing in front of his eyes with admiration, curiosity, or gloom, Morey, as the protagonist, did not have the slightest sense of the glory of being awarded graduation by the nine legendary mages.

At this moment, his heart seemed to be filled with an unreal feeling because he was in this cloud hall.

Am I graduating?