As the quadrennial martial arts tournament was in full swing, the number of people from all over the world was gradually increasing, and the workload of the city guards was greatly strengthened, and the city of Mierte also began to show a crowded and prosperous excitement. Crafts, commerce, catering...... All walks of life have been radiated by the martial arts conference and have produced huge benefits, and every time the martial arts conference opens, it seems that it is the day when the finance minister of Milt wakes up in the middle of the night with a smile, and of course, the treasury is abundant, and the military minister and the foreign minister are naturally happy.

But not all of Mierte's governors were happy.

The commander of the Brilliant City Guard, the good guy who had been plagued by baldness, was now finally relieved, and his hair had finally fallen out before the main event of the martial arts tournament began.

Every minute and every second, hundreds of tourists poured into the city of Mierte, hoping to catch a glimpse of the grand event, which made the city guards miserable, they had to be busy guarding the city gate and the entrance to the martial arts conference, and at the same time, they had to beware of people with ulterior motives sneaking in, and the most important thing was that the security of Mierte would drop to an all-time low at this time. Especially those barbarians from the barbarian country of Tania, they are keen on any martial arts conference, and will always burst into the warmest cheers for every wonderful game, and even the barbarian king has complained more than once that the martial arts conference is not held in Tania because he can't be there in person, but in fact, once the event is a little unsatisfactory, or the barbarians participating in the competition fail to win, it's good, fighting and destroying public property will be the routine work of the city guards, and sometimes the situation escalates, and the city guards can't control it. It was also necessary to resort to the intervention of the Knights to solve the problem.

Fortunately, though, not all tourists are rude and reckless.

At a time when even the Royal Anglican Knights had to step in to maintain order, there were two types of tourists that were most popular with the soldiers. One is the elves from the Winter Forest, these graceful and happy beings also like to compete, and every time the martial arts tournament is held, they will send a delegation to watch the competition, one shows the long-term friendly alliance between the elves and the Rodlanders, and the other is that many young elves are also happy to devote themselves to the skill competition - sometimes there may be a kind of reckless elf who can't hold it, but fortunately, the elves are kind and gentle by nature. Most of the time, being reasonable can stop a fight. And the second is the mage who still sits still like a mountain of books even if his intestines are torn and his stomach is flying all over the sky, and he is the mage of Endymion.

"Thank you very much for coming, Mr. Wiseman."

At the entrance to the guard where the city guards were stationed, a small group of soldiers in enchanted armor stood behind a mage, flanked by the city guards who were clearing their way. At this time of urgency, the city guards still sent a considerable number of soldiers to guard it, which is enough to show that Mierte attaches great importance to this mage. Therefore, when the commander of the city guard unit went out to greet him, the intelligence gatherers who were hiding in the distance, or simply called them Comrade Journalists, were all excited, and looked intently at the guard station with the record crystal in their hands.

"Good day, Mr. Commander, the last time we saw you was a year ago, you look a lot thinner." The mage standing at the front had short brown hair and a warm smile on his face, which was hard not to feel comforting in his heart. He wears glasses and has a thin face. Dressed in a typical white uniform of the Ministry of Justice of Endymion, he holds a thick book in his hand. It looks like a scholar who spends all year in the library and the real yàn room.

The commander smiled wryly, for a completely bald man, this was already a euphemism.

"Mr. Wiseman, in order to prevent accidents, we specially applied to the Williams Commander of the Magic Guild for a defensive enchantment, please forgive me." The Commander of the Guards got out of the way. Then he asked the brown-haired man to move into the guardhouse, "Since you have arrived safely, I will immediately inform President Williams to revoke the enchantment, what do you think?" ”

The brown-haired man smiled slightly, "Mr. Commander is just doing his job. Just like the purpose of my visit, and just to do my job well, you don't have to be too polite. ”

The commander of the city guard smiled kindly, but he didn't dare to disagree. It's like repairing a car and repairing an airplane, although there is no difference in terms of work, but the technical level is too different, not to mention that there is no comparison between the two jobs, the only thing the commander has to do is to ensure the safety of the brown-haired mage Wiseman, and the rest of the dizzy work is naturally handled by Wiseman.

"Mr. Wiseman, your house, as you have asked for in the past, has not changed anything except for daily cleaning."

The group walked up the stairs up the tower and stopped in front of a room full of mechanical gears. The commander of the city guard motioned for the guards to unlock the door, then pushed the door open and said, "Are you still satisfied?" ”

"Of course, it's hard for Mr. Commander to remember my little fetish." The brown-haired man smiled as warmly as the autumn sun, "I can't wait to get to work, and as for these companions of mine, I will trouble Mr. Commander to arrange them." ”

The commander nodded, although he would only see the short-haired mage when there was a grand event in Milt, but he knew his neat and tidy personality, so he didn't talk nonsense, and got up and left directly, "Gentlemen, please come with me." So he took the mage guard to their dwelling.

"A nice guy."

Wiseman closed the door and looked around the room with all sorts of precision instruments, muttering to himself about the commander of the city guard.

He pulled out his pocket watch and looked at it, then mentally began to time it. Mages rarely carry luggage when they travel, they are accustomed to buying or storing materials directly in space equipment, Wiseman is the latter, he only has a thick book at hand, and after neatly placing it on the table, he turns out a large pile of bits and pieces from his reserves, not at all like a weak mage who installs large and small things on the surrounding instruments, some are just small crystals, some are crucibles weighing dozens of pounds, he easily fills them, and when the preparation is completed, Wiseman quickly pulled out his pocket watch—

"Ah, it's time to omit thirty-nine minutes."

He walked briskly to the table and flipped through the book to a certain number of pages, on which were densely packed with notes.

"Ahem, here's today's record."

As he spoke, Wiseman raised his hand to release his magic. Let the quill dance and automatically record your words on the page.

As a defense and reconnaissance specialist, Wiseman's job is primarily to train and organize garrisons, and in addition to directing existing troops, he is also responsible for receiving invitations from all over the world, such as improving security and inspections. The importance of Rodland's martial arts conference is self-evident, and in previous editions, he was responsible for inspecting and maintaining the Constant Wizard's Eye, and this year was certainly no exception.

"Testing. From 1st to 24th, turn 45 degrees to the north. ”

Wiseman cleared his throat and voice-manipulated the many field of view shots on one side of the canvas, looking at the neat and consistent changes, Wiseman nodded with satisfaction, "It seems that Milt's people have maintained you well, so continue the test, the 22nd, 44th, 88th, and 111th field of view please point to the central position......"

A qiē is carried out in an orderly manner.

After nearly half an hour of work, the test of the Wizard's Eye was finally over, and Wiseman recorded several sluggish, broken footage. Prepare to send someone from the Mage Guard to the refurbishment at a later date. As he was preparing for the next step, Wiseman inadvertently looked up and suddenly caught a familiar figure from a surveillance footage.

"Huh?"

Seeing the young man in a black trench coat in the picture, Wiseman was stunned. He pinched his short staff and stared at the screen for nearly ten seconds before frowning suspiciously, "This person ...... It looks so familiar......"

So he turned around and summoned the eyes of several nearby wizards to aim at the boy at the same time. On the screen on the canvas, you can clearly see that the boy is in a hurry, as if he is rushing to a certain place. Wiseman tilted his neck for a moment, then suddenly slapped his thigh. "By the way, it's him!"

He finally remembered that half a year ago, in that small town called Muller, he had seen this young man in the observation room of the local psionic watchtower. At that time, he was in charge of the garrison training of the town of Müller, and during his inspection, he stumbled upon the boy and some of the nobles of Endymion. Although the young man was unaware, he did deliberately arrange it and "sent" the young man for a ride.

Speaking of which, it was just a whim, and Wiseman never imagined that he would find this teenager again from the eyes of wizards half a year later.

"Fate is such a magical thing. By the way, I remember him leading a squad of Kunali, and ah, the young mage! Wiseman muttered to himself, his eyes shining under the lenses. As a mage, Wiseman believes in knowledge and truth, but what sets him apart is that he also believes in fatalism and reveres Alice, the goddess of fate, and he believes that this is not just a coincidence—in half a year, they meet in different places, and even in the same way? This must be the arrangement of fate! Besides, he was already a little curious about the Kunali and the mage.

――Of course, if you've been in this business for a long time, you'll inevitably get a bit of voyeurism.

"That's impressive, mysterious boy, don't you mind letting me see you, do you?"

Inquisitive, Wiseman dropped his work and turned his gaze to the screen. He rubbed his palms together, a little eager to see what came next.

"Huh? Where is he going? ”

The boy in the picture stopped in front of a deep mansion compound, and Wiseman looked at it in confusion for a while, unable to make out it, so he summoned a wizard's eye to zoom in and land the picture on the sign at the entrance of the mansion.

It was a redbud.

"Bauhinia? Duke Perez? Does he know Grand Duke Bauhinia? Wiseman stretched out his palm and pushed the temples with the tips of his palms, inevitably a little surprised. It was already a surprise to go out and go with the Kunari, but now that it was confirmed that the boy was also connected to one of the princes of the Five Kingdoms, Wiseman couldn't help but wonder if the young man's true identity could be the heir of some secret family or the prince of the country.

In a sense, he did guess right.

However, Wiseman apparently didn't know that his assumptions were in line with reality, and when he noticed someone in Duke Bauhinia's mansion, he couldn't help but hold his breath as he reached for the notebook to try to record something. Unexpectedly, as soon as he waved his short staff, the young man in the picture suddenly turned his head, as if he could intersect with Wiseman's vision, and then a dark light flashed, and the screen on the canvas disappeared like a bubble.

"It's a very sensitive perception."

Wiseman involuntarily raised his eyebrows, this wizard's eye was obviously at the end of its life, and he hurriedly connected to the nearest wizard's eye to re-implement the monitoring spell, but this time he didn't dare to take a closer look. When he was finally done, he looked at the two people in the picture who seemed to have said something, and walked quickly towards the carriage where he came. Intrigued, Wiseman traced the carriage path all the way to Mierte's warehouse area, where the two men disembarked and quickly walked deeper into the warehouse area.

"Uh, oops."

Wiseman stared at the increasingly blurred backs of the two and pouted helplessly. There are very strict secrecy measures in the warehouse area, since the wizarding eye installed at the beginning was secretly knocked out, the city guard seems to have received some order, and from now on give up placing the wizard's eye inside the warehouse area, and the picture that Wiseman is currently staring at is the only visual point outside the warehouse area.

"Strange, what are they doing in the warehouse district." Wiseman thought silently, a mage's curiosity was as strict as that of a cat, and sometimes they might not even be able to sleep at night if they didn't figure things out.

At this moment, a figure suddenly shook in the inspection screen of another wizard's eye. Wiseman caught a glimpse of it and exclaimed in surprise, "Oh! It's the mage! This change in temperament is really getting more and more similar. ”

The young mage in a black robe in the picture is none other than Albert, who is struggling to find Grimm without success.

"They seem to be separated,"

It was easy to guess, and the brown-haired man, who was both curious and kind, couldn't help but mumble to himself.

"Shall I do something?"

Wiseman crossed his arms and fell into thought. (To be continued......)