At nine o'clock in the morning of January 23, the eighteen golden archmages of the Hanging Gardens sat silently on a luxurious and elongated carriage to the Ministry of Magic. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

As for the reason for the silence, it has to do with the palace dinner that took place in the royal palace last night.

Because of Joanna's sharp point, the eleven mages led by Boggart decided to stay put, observing the griffon kingdom for two days before deciding whether to start negotiations in order to seek higher status and power.

Who knew that the two accidents that happened at the palace dinner had torn all their plans and minds to shreds, and they couldn't fully recover until now.

The first accident came from a kid named Chris.

"Alice, don't run."

As soon as Boggart, led by Arman, walked into the banquet hall when he saw a young boy of eight or nine years old chasing a creamy yellow folded ear cat playing.

It was a normal picture, if the cat hadn't jumped lightly in the air from one end of the hall to the other, and the little boy hadn't laughed and waved a stream of ice mist and snowflakes from between his hands.

A magical beast (possibly a magical creature) he'd never seen before, a boy who can cast spells without spells.

Of course, if this alone is not enough to surprise a Hanging Garden Archmage who has been trained as the heir of a mage lord.

"Alice, come down, I'm going to get you."

When the cat ran to the dome of the hall and aimed his butt at the boy while licking his paws, the boy raised his right foot and kicked it on the ground.

In an instant, a huge hexagonal frost flower appeared at his feet, and immediately spread in all directions, freezing the ground into ice crystals, and then marching along the wall towards the dome with a "click" sound.

At the same time, the boy raised his hands, and the snow-white ice mist shimmered in the light of the magic lamp in the hall, and spun and rushed towards the dome, sealing the cat's path.

"Ice Mist, Ice Seal!" Stephanie, one of the eighteen archmages, blurted out the names of the two spells.

The rest of the hall turned a blind eye to this, apparently commonplace, and walked through the crowd with his glass in hand, whispering conversations, occasionally casting a conniving glance at the boy.

"It's just that it has a spell effect similar to that of Ice Mist and Cryo." Joanna looked up at the cat surrounded by ice crystals and ice mist, "Both spells are bronze spells, this kid ......"

In Joanna's perception, the other party was at most a high-level mage of black iron.

But this is also very surprising, a magician who has climbed to the high level of Black Iron before the age of ten, and can complete the spell without chanting a spell, even if it is placed in the Hanging Garden, it is also a well-deserved Black Iron No. 1!

There is no doubt that this boy will definitely be an excellent Frost Faction Archmage in the future.

But the boy's surprise was much more than that.

I saw that after the ice crystals and ice mist surrounded the cat, they were entangled and surging, and they turned into an exquisite igloo to trap the cat in it.

Considering the boy's age and the fact that he was in the Black Iron Rank, the ability he displayed to control the water elemental was simply breathtaking, and even an ordinary silver mage could not achieve this level of spell change.

Bang! The igloo suddenly exploded as it landed, turning into a large snowflake of crystal.

"Chris, born with the ability to control snow and ice, is a student of the Queen. Alice, the Queen's Queen's Charm. Arman, who had led them to the royal palace for dinner, explained.

"Very nice talent." Boggart looked away from the boy and the cat, pretending to be casual.

As he spoke, the milky cat jumped again and landed firmly into the arms of a man, a beautiful female mage wearing a crown.

Isabella, Queen of the Holy Griffon Kingdom!

It was at this time that the eighteen archmages of the Hanging Garden encountered a second accident.

The moment the female mage, who had the talent for four-element magic, looked at them, they were horrified to find that they had lost their ability to cast spells.

Afterwards, they exchanged information and found that everyone encountered the same situation: the magic energy in their bodies was flowing normally, and the elemental energy in the hall was also normal, but they just couldn't establish any connection with the elements, as if all the four elements suddenly lost their vitality and died.

"Arman of the Ministry of Magic has not been affected."

One mage recalled the situation and said with trepidation that he still remembers the trepidation and uneasiness of being shrouded in something like the Forbidden Demon Realm.

Spells are the foundation of a mage's survival, and mages who have lost their ability to cast spells are not much different from ordinary people, and even the most powerful Black Iron Warriors can easily cut off their heads.

So it was not surprising that he had only one thought in his head—a conspiracy, a conspiracy against the Hanging Gardens, and that the queen of the griffon kingdom wanted to kill them all at the dinner party—and almost shouted out in a gaffe.

Luckily, the queen of the griffon kingdom only glanced at them faintly and then withdrew her gaze, and then the long-lost connection to the elements returned to them again, so that he did not make a fool of himself in public because he was too frightened.

Between the discovery of the loss of spellcasting ability and the regaining control of the elementals, there were no more than ten seconds in between, but those ten seconds seemed to them to be longer and more difficult than an epoch.

The rest of the hall continued what had just happened, the bard chanting in an ethereal singing voice of new poetry that had recently been all the rage in the Celts, and the boy Chris giggled and took Alice from Isabella's hands......

It wasn't until Arman asked them suspiciously if there was anything wrong with them that Eighteen finally came to their senses.

They looked at each other, and they both saw their pale and embarrassed faces in each other's frightened eyes, and cold sweat was still vaguely on their foreheads, like poor little sheep that had been frightened.

"Probably...... There may be some adaptation. ”

Boggart, who had always been arrogant to death, stumbled to find a reason that even he didn't believe - that the unaccustomed would never appear in the golden archmage who could exchange energy with the outside world at any time - and found that even his back was wet with cold sweat.

The court dinner to welcome the Hanging Gardens to the griffin kingdom soon begins, and the eighteen archmages who are supposed to be the protagonists of the dinner are absent-minded in the face of the delicacies.

As for what to say about observing first, things like negotiating with the griffon kingdom have long been stuffed into the trash, and they probably won't be mentioned by the owner for a short time.

So when Isabella introduced them to the people of the Palace, the Senate, the Ministry of Magic, and the Ministry of War, who had come to the dinner, even Boggart, who was the most adamant in his disposition, behaved very meekly, and agreed to the order to go to the Ministry of Magic the next day to register for the work.

"The queen was originally targeting only eighteen of us."

No wands, no spells, no magic arrays, just one glance to deprive them of all their spell-casting abilities, what a terrifying ability!

"Eighteen of us are no match for a pregnant woman!" Boggart, the most powerful golden archmage in the Hanging Garden, was very unwilling.

The thought that Isabella could easily subdue them all in an instant if she wanted to, Boggart felt extremely ashamed and embarrassed because of his previous arrogant rhetoric and arrogant behavior.

"You say, what is the upper limit of Isabella's method of depriving us of our ability to cast spells?" Joanna, who had been silent, suddenly asked, "Twenty, thirty, what if it's a whole hanging garden?" ”

"No, Joanna, I'm begging you." A pitiful moan from a mage who yesterday had supported the use of the Crystal Cannon to negotiate with the Griffon Kingdom clutched a copy of the Celtic Times with the headline "Danube: Project for the Magic Capital".

"What about Lord Grande's opinion?" Boggart raised his head, only the last trace of struggle in his eyes, "Joanna, can you contact Grande and the others now?" ”

"It can't be connected, obviously the magic prop of the two-way mirror is not enough to cross the spatial limit and connect with the extraterritorial void."

The carriage fell silent again, save for the clatter of horses' hooves.

After a long time, Boggart finally spoke weakly: "Maybe you are right, we are too self-righteous. It's okay to register with the Ministry of Magic, but I still don't agree to hand over the hanging garden! ”

The other mages looked at each other and sighed, "The current situation can only be taken one step at a time. ”

People are swordsmen, I am fish and meat, this is the truth, the initiative is no longer in their hands.

After a few minutes, the carriage stopped, and the coachman said respectfully, "Master Mage, the Ministry of Magic at 7 King's Road has arrived." ”

The eighteen golden archmages hurriedly cheered up, confirmed each other that there was no abnormality, and walked out of the carriage, and a building with an ordinary shape, but shrouded in countless magic arrays and spell aura, and a huge double-ring hexagonal rune sign engraved on the roof, appeared in front of them.

The Ministry of Magic has arrived. (To be continued.) )