Coldwind City, Arcane Workshop.

It is an unofficial institution located in a civilian area. The three-storey building, the spacious courtyard, the interior has a special carriage parking area, the well-dressed 'decent' welcome girl stands at the door, and the interior is luxuriously decorated like a Guan-style clubhouse.

There are only more than thirty members of the Coldwind City Wizard Troupe, but in addition to the official wizards above level five, there are more than a hundred low-level wizards and wizard apprentices whose abilities and levels are not qualified. These people also need a meeting place.

Thus the Arcane Research Society was formed.

Compared to an official institution like the Wizard's Tower, the atmosphere of the Arcane Research Society is more relaxed and lively. Not only low-level wizards can come here, but also spell merchants and arcanisters who can't do arcane arts.

It's more of a place to socialize.

Arcane symbols representing fire and transformation can be found everywhere. Portraits of the famous Grand Arcanists hang on the walls, and a few lines of the person's life are recorded in the portrait for posterity.

An inextinguishable flame burns on the walls, illuminating the exquisite mosaics on the ceiling. In the pattern representing the magic web, the image of the goddess of magic is drawn to life.

When it comes to the goddess of magic, the history of this god must be well said.

Over the years, the 'Mystery Lady' has changed three times. The first generation was Mithryn, who was tricked by a Nethriel archarcanist named Karsus.

The third and current term is 'Midnight'. She was once mortal, with a leg on the current Grim Reaper, Cranvo, and a vendetta against the murder god Ciric.

The most interesting is the second Mistra, who has the most legends.

When she was bored, she went down to earth in the form of a sage, found a mortal to marry, and gave birth to seven daughters. She is also a well-known 'cuckold wholesaler', and her lover is 'beaten'. Her husband's head was painted with green paint, and he couldn't wash it off.

There must be a mother and a daughter, and the 'Seven Sisters of Magic' are also notoriously chaotic.

Relying on the fact that they are their mother's voters, the seven sisters are all powerful. They have done a lot of things that are enough for 404 in the long years, and they have simply set a new limit.

Tut-tut...... writing it will definitely be blocked.

Stop.

Back to the Arcane Workshop.

Lorraine, who had changed her clothes, stood in the corner, holding a glass of sour jujube juice in her hand, looking left and right uneasily. The poor girl never thought that she would walk into the wizarding community again, or as a guest.

The Arcane Research Society is holding a small gathering. Dozens of low-level wizards, apprentices, and even merchants were invited. They appeared one after another, talking and laughing with each other, and no one cared about Lorraine, who was cowering in the corner.

No attention paid to Lorraine. She was attracted to the food at the party and was always greedy. The poor people in the city are still struggling with hunger and death every day, but the long tables here are full of delicacies from the mountains and the sea.

Figs, wine, smoked venison, you name it. Lorraine can't name a lot of food, but it's tempting just by looking at it. It's just that there are so many good things, but basically no one eats them.

The wizards asked for a glass of juice at most, and stood far away. This group has a lot of quirks and more mavericks. Many people also stood in the corner like Lorraine, and no one cared. There is a small circle of people who are willing to chat, and outsiders are not accepted at all.

Lorraine didn't mean to stand in the corner, she just wanted to be closer to the long table full of food so she could easily reach it. Only now the table is occupied by one person - except Victor. Hugo, who else could there be?

Uncle Zhou took a plate and specially picked out his favorite food and stuffed it into his mouth. He praised as he stuffed, "Tut-tut..... they all say it's good to be a wizard." I don't know exactly what's good yet? Now I know that at least I don't have to worry about eating and drinking. ”

Seeing that Lorraine was in a daze with a cup of drink, he was still busy beckoning: "Come here, come here, eat together." You're welcome, these wizards are rich. Don't be polite to anyone. If you don't eat, it's wasted. ”

Lorraine saw that Zhou Qingfeng was cleanly dressed and looked extraordinary, and thought that he had followed an elegant master. I know that this old man is more rude than anyone else when he encounters delicious food.

The waiter at the table was busy cutting slices of meat, and a plate was eaten after a plate, but he couldn't figure out who this was?

Lorraine ate a few slices of venison, which was mellow and soft, with an endless aftertaste, and the wonderful taste made her almost bite her tongue. She only knew that there was such a good thing in the world, and she had never heard of it.

"Master, wouldn't it be rude for you to do this?" Lorraine was half-full by herself, and saw that Zhou Qingfeng was still sweeping the entire dining table. She was carefully reminded that she wanted to do her part as a follower.

Zhou Qingfeng grabbed a peach as an after-dinner fruit, and shouted at the party, "Are you all here?" I'm full. ”

Jason was talking to several other wizards, and was not surprised by Zhou Qingfeng's rudeness. He only said lightly: "There are still a few friends who haven't come, so we have to wait a little longer." ”

"I don't think I need to wait any longer, it's their loss if they don't come. Let's start this showcase, enough friends have joined us. Zhou Qingfeng's shouting attracted the attention of the audience, and the most arrogant person in Cold Wind City could not compare to him.

Jason pondered for a moment, and communicated with the others with his eyes. After a few seconds, he nodded in agreement, "Well, we really don't have to take care of everyone. Some people have already made their attitude clear if they don't come. ”

Jason clapped his hands into crisp applause ...... two waiters pushed a table with many potion bottles into the room.

Zhou Qingfeng walked to the center of the venue, held the table full of potion bottles, and shouted loudly: "Everyone, my name is Victor. Hugo, from the Black Forest. Maybe someone has heard of me, maybe not.

But from today onwards, you will all remember me. Because I have brought you something special, I call it a 'potent potion.' To put it simply, the liquid medicine is extremely pure, and the effect is extreme. ”

The voice stopped for a few seconds, and there was not much reaction at the scene. Wizards are very proud, and no one thinks that they are inferior to others, and they will not easily agree with the nonsense of a strange 'big stomach'.

"I know you don't agree with my words, and you're sure to put a bunch of negative words on my head. But I also remind you that the potions sold by Fabro, the 'Chief Alchemist', are all related to me.

However, Fabro only focused on the official members of the Wizarding Order for sales, and he had little interest in selling potions to you because of your poor purchasing power. But I won't ignore you, so I'm holding this party. ”

The low-level wizards present were still cold. They are neither annoyed nor excited, and they do not lower their shelves just because they are incompetent.

It's a well-informed group. In the world of swords and sorcery, there are few people who are more knowledgeable and intelligent than wizards. No one is prouder than a wizard.

Of course, it doesn't take long for them to realize that their perception is wrong.