On the sunlit street, two carriages chased each other, and for a moment there was no way to tell whether it was fast or slow.

Some carriages stopped in front of the shops on both sides, and some pedestrians were wiping their sweat there, nervously looking at the aristocratic carriages rushing forward, for fear that one would accidentally crash into them, and of course some of them were the owners of the shops who were afraid. Every year, at this time, the most feared thing is to crash into your own store.

"Don't bump into me, it's better to bump into the next door."

"That's right, if that carriage really crashes into my shop, I won't let you go."

"I'm groan, when are you standing behind me."

"Just as you spoke."

Standing on one side of the street, two bloated businessmen with two beards scuffled together, occasionally swearing. It's a pity that the people around didn't care about such a trivial matter, and they all stared at that street.

Some young nobles stood in front of the carriage, still waving their fists in their hands, their eyes were excited, and they shouted:

"Come on, Master Kings, I'll press you to win!"

"Master Oka, you will definitely win."

"We've got your back."

Many of the aristocracy also took sides here, making their positions clear, while making a bet on which side would reach San Diego first.

It was just a very ordinary competition, but now it is getting more and more popular, and it has attracted the surrounding nobles, who decided to put down their heavy bets to watch this competition.

It's just that they never imagined that when the carriage advanced to a certain distance.

There stood a man with long flax hair.

He also seemed to notice that something was wrong around him, but instead of taking a detour to the shop like the others, he continued to walk forward.

Right now!

Chirping!

Two horses' hooves sounded!

Kings and Oka have rushed to the front. It was only when he saw that he was halfway through the run, and the driver saw a young man standing in front of him. Immediately, he hurriedly controlled the speed of the car and lowered it.

They are well aware that on the way to San Diego. Meet a very young man who looks like an alchemist. Such a man is either very qualified, or he has a very large background behind him. Looking at the costume of the person in front of him, it doesn't feel like a noble young master with a very big background.

But even in this case, the two coachmen did not dare to offend. Even the two noble young masters just looked at each other coldly at this time, looked at each other and stopped talking, and opened their mouths to say that they would compare next time.

They also knew that it would be a big joke to disqualify this time because of these trivial things.

"It's not close." Grant stood on the street, his eyes narrowing slightly. Visually observing the path they are moving towards is still two meters away from endangering their own lives or, assuming that they are ordinary people, a distance that is harmful to themselves.

Since the other party did not touch this aspect, Grant did not intend to trouble the other party.

He walked forward slowly, without saying a word.

When I saw Grant's calm appearance, and when I saw that the two noble young masters didn't get angry because the other party blocked the competition, I subconsciously felt that there must be something special about the man in front of me.

"Look at the black-robed man who actually silenced Kings and Okka, isn't the background very big."

"Chances are, should we come up and curry favor."

"Make a note of his location, and we'll talk about it later."

Many civilians also raised some ideas of climbing. There are also some aristocrats who have this meaning. But more nobles knew very well that they had not seen each other's faces at all, and the direction of decoration was not aristocratic, at best they were poor families and alchemists with good talents.

Civilians have good qualifications. Generally, the top 10 are worthy of their friendship. It can only be seen how far this man can go.

The sudden appearance of this incident also made the second generation of nobles who were originally in high mood more or less calm. After a whole moment, the mood rushed to Santiago in front of us.

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Santiago.

In front of the gray door, the door is wide open. And there is a red carpet inside and out, and there are small green and red vases on both sides.

Go along the way. There was a long red table with a lot of pens. There were more than twenty alchemists in black robes, looking ahead one by two.

There was also a team of heavily armored guards in front of him, waiting to stop the riot on the field later.

They know very well that at this time of year, it will be very hot.

At this time, there was a sound of shaking on the ground.

The alchemists were also there talking softly, looking at their movements and expressions, also accustomed to the situation today.

"They're coming later, let's get a little prepared."

"I also know, then the person in charge of the record will be in charge of the meeting that I just said."

"Yes."

When they had said yes, some of the nobles who had come from afar also got out of the carriage and rushed over to this side. This time, there are 600 people who have the registration qualifications, and only 300 people can be admitted. Although it seems like a lot, this is the strongest batch in the kingdom in three years, with an average of only 100 people per year, and when converted to some provinces, it is only a dozen.

Grant rushed forward in the crowd, and soon crowded into the crowd, looking at the people in front of him who were already writing their names and family there.

His face was a little strange, and he wondered if it was a mistake to follow this path, but there was no other way here.

"Alright, I've come here, and now I'm going to use the identity of the Mystic to get those deans to give me access. By the way, let's see if there are any companions left without clans. When Grant had something in his heart, he closed his eyes and quietly used his spiritual power to sweep through all the buildings in San Diego, and one after another finished scanning, and Grant also knew the structure inside.

When I noticed that there were eight old people sitting in a building similar to teaching, I knew that it was them.

A spiritual force instantly shot straight into the sky and fell into the church.

Inside the church, there is a round table, where eight old men sit to discuss some basic matters.

Syllable!

As an old man slapped on the table, an invisible spiritual force enveloped them.

"I'm a mystic, I want to see your library, do you have any comments?"

When the eight old men heard the voice, their faces changed, and at the same time, they were a little respectful. The methods of these mysteries are really not ordinary, they can't learn this kind of transmission at all.

"No comments!"

"We don't have any opinions!"

"I'll do it for you right now."

When the old men heard the voice and knew the mysterious person on the other side, they immediately prepared things excitedly and met the mysterious person together later.

…………

Grant stood motionless in the crowd and his eyes were closed.

He is now in close communication with the old man.

"Get out of here!"

Just as he was about to end the call, a blow distracted his spirit.

Grant's face, which had been smiling, immediately became a little gloomy, and he turned his head to see who was rolling by himself and daring to hit himself.

When I looked at the back, I noticed a handsome man in a large white cape, with long silver shawl hair and shaggy fur on both sides of the neckline.

His face showed disgust and a look of great contempt, compared to other nobles, this young master didn't care about that kind of pretending expression at all, and naturally glared at the other party.

"Get out of here, you scrap, I'm Crown Prince Oster." The silver-haired man had a gloomy gaze and a not very good-looking expression.

As the crown prince of the kingdom of St. John, wherever he usually goes, the people in front of him will get out of the way. I didn't expect to stand there for half a minute today, and the person in front of me didn't seem to see him and seemed to not know himself, blocking his way.

He knew very well that he could come here, it couldn't be those civilians who didn't know it, they definitely knew him.

When the surrounding civilians heard the scolding voice, they suddenly turned their eyes on it like a noisy pot.

"Look, that's Crown Prince O'Otess, I thought it would be the next time, but I didn't expect it to come so quickly."

"Yes, it should be at the level of demons."

"It seems that the person in the front row should be unlucky, he blocked whoever had a bad way, but he blocked the crown prince. Everyone knows that the crown prince has a very serious view of face, and I think the other party is going to be finished now. ”

"That guy did it on purpose, just now he blocked the Grand Duke and the marshal's son, and now he is blocking the crown prince."

"He's so powerful, I can't even stop him."

"No matter how good he is, he will be finished next, even if the other party apologizes now, there is no way to change the mind of others moving him."

A lot of people were whispering there, and their eyes were all looking at Grant with pathos, as if Grant had been thrown there with his legs broken.

Faced with this, Grant turned a blind eye, turned around, looked at the young man with a somewhat gloomy face, and sneered: "What did you call me just now?" ”

"Miscellaneous, a guy like you is qualified to come here, we have already given you face, and now you dare to stand in my way. Okay, I'll let you just can't get out of King John's City. ”

"Oh, so you still have this ability, I want to see if you can do it." Grant smiled coldly, his face suddenly became very fierce, his hands slapped down, and suddenly a powerful spiritual force slapped on Auster's forehead.

Auster's face, which was still arrogant, suddenly froze, and his wide eyes looked at the palm of his hand in fear. The moment I just saw Grant raise his palm, a chill was already rising from his back.

"Mystery Lord, stop!"

A group of old men who had just come out of the building saw that Grant was about to make a move, their faces changed, and they hurriedly wanted the other party to stop.

Unfortunately, their voices were still a step slower.

The boundless spiritual power surged down, instantly making Oster's face slap and he fainted to the ground. The blow just now had nullified his ability to move, and his life had been reduced to one day. A day later, he would die of natural causes.

As a fifth-order mage, Grant can be the same as ordinary people, but he will never allow others to insult him.

After seeing O'Ates fall, the people around him also stirred up the pot, never expecting this to happen. Someone dared to hit the crown prince. (To be continued......)