Roland was stunned for a moment, and asked a little stupidly: "Fernando, you didn't arrive just now, President Rig ......"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Fernando rush past him, like a violent hurricane sweeping across the land, his bright red eyes widening, and he unabashedly expressed his anger.

Douglas frowned slightly, then stretched out again, and without greeting Fernando, he just watched him descend the stairs and head towards the secret room on the basement level.

"Fernando!" Roland came to his senses and hurriedly shouted, "Don't argue with President Rig!"

Bang!

Fernando slammed the door slammed into the frame, keeping everything out.

"What should I do? Fernando will anger President Rigg!" Roland, believing that he had been able to foresee what was going to happen, looked at Douglas pleadingly, and only with his strength and grace could he make a move to put an end to a dispute.

Douglas nodded: "If there is any accident, I will stop it, but it is Fernando's right to express his opinion." ”

"But that's President Rig!" Roland couldn't understand Douglas's thoughts, he was a man with strong magical strength, amazingly knowledgeable in all aspects, and a keen insight into mathematics and physics, but he had a strange way of thinking, not only did he like to ask what he wanted, but some of his views were really unacceptable, not like a magician with an unusually strict relationship between superiors and subordinates.

Douglas just smiled and didn't speak, and at this moment, Fernando's roar was faintly heard in the secret room below, wave after wave. Makes Roland suspect that the walls will collapse.

He listened intently, trying to figure out what Fernando was roaring, but at that moment, the door slammed open, and a thin and stern Rig strode out and up the stairs with a gloomy face.

"I'm the president of the Peforshire chapter, and I have the right to do this, not for you old man!" Fernando chased after him, his voice extremely loud. Full of neutrality.

Rig paused. Turning around, the voice was as cold as if it came from deep underground: "You're not anymore!"

"So what? I'm still making a decision!" Fernando glared at Rig viciously.

"Mad dog for no reason......" Rig muttered, turned around and continued on his way.

Fernando waved his arm: "Rotten old fellow, even if I'm wrong. What does it have to do with Douglas? He just listened to me, the branch president. He didn't know what the Dao headquarters was asking for!"

Listen to them scolding. Roland was dumbfounded, although he had always known that Fernando was short-tempered, he was never afraid of anyone. He likes to shout sarcastic and scolding, but he never thought he would roar at the vice president like this! This is the vice president! There are only three of them in the whole guild! Even if the elder argues with them, he will be polite!

He was going to stop it, but as he listened, he suddenly understood Fernando's thoughts, he didn't feel aggrieved because he was punished, because when he made that suggestion, he was mentally prepared to be scolded, at most he planned to fight on the basis of reason, he was angry and puzzled because of what this matter would drag Douglas down, so he tried his best to excuse Douglas.

At this time, Rig happened to walk next to Douglas, took a light breath, turned his head sideways, and squeezed out a smile without a smile: "Douglas, I forgot to inform you just now that as the Archmage of the Nine Rings, you are eligible to participate in the core meeting in five days, so your trip to the 'Alinge' base is scheduled for next week." ”

"It's good. Douglas didn't ask what he would forget about just now, or why he only made the decision to invite now, and nodded politely.

"Old fellow, don't accept Douglas if you have the ability!

In the case of the legendary magician taking care of himself, the Archmage of the Nine Rings is already the highest combat power of each organization, and there are only two in the entire Wizards United Guild at present, the president Anold and the vice president Rig, and the remaining two vice presidents are only high-level magicians of the Eighth Ring who are expected to be promoted - of course, this is certainly not the case with the legendary organization "Palmeira's Hut".

Rig snorted, unwilling to continue arguing with Fernando on his own, and hurried past Roland in the direction of Old Green's room.

"Hmph, you old men, you are all in such a critical situation, and you are still thinking about the power and resources in your hands! I was willing to join the guild at the beginning, just because I was optimistic that you would eliminate suspicion and integrate the ideas of other organizations and mages in a fair and open manner, and now, hmph! There is no shortage of organizations for high-level mages!" Fernando did not stop, and roared again at Rig's back.

Roland's cold sweat came down in an instant, he has always taken President Rig as an example, thinking that he can better understand the other party's thoughts, Fernando dares to say this kind of thing to his face, is he not afraid of being quietly retaliated against afterwards?

If I could, I would have pretended not to hear!

Rig paused, then walked faster and disappeared around the corner.

"Fernando, how can you talk like that?" Roland was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, "Aren't you afraid of being assigned a seemingly simple but dangerous mission?"

"Unless he can promise to kill me once!, I'll make him understand what the wrath of the storm is!" Fernando said disdainfully, "and he doesn't get along well with the president." ”

Roland was stunned, could it be that his friend seemed reckless and impulsive, but in fact he relied on it? Is his roar real, or is he acting?

"No wonder you're not afraid of President Rig......" he whispered.

Fernando was stunned: "What does this have to do with being afraid or not? If it is the president, I will scold him like this!"

Well, or the same Fernando I knew...... Roland didn't know if he was relaxed or sad.

Fernando took a deep breath and straightened his hair before he said, "In times like these, we can die at the hands of Blackclaw dogs or clergy at any time, so there is no need to fear death, this is our common destiny and final end, and if we are not afraid of death." What are you afraid of the president and vice president?"

Douglas had been listening quietly to their conversation, and at this point he smiled and interjected, "Thank you." ”

"I just can't get used to their injustice!" Fernando looked up at the mottled ceiling.

............

For the next three days, Douglas and Fernando were not assigned, and Roland was sent to make some contact.

Douglas and Fernando didn't mind this situation, and even felt that it was in line with their own ideas, and the two kept communicating and thinking, feeling more and more that the current magic system had irreparable flaws.

Although Fernando has always been in a position of listening and learning. But he was brilliant. Intuitive, with a keen sense of mathematics and physics, and an unusual insight into many areas of magic, the occasional few words of speech. All brought new inspiration and ideas to Douglas. So the two are not blindly "teaching". It was a great time to get along with.

In the small inn near evening, the candlelight was dim, and the handwriting on scratch paper was blurred. But Douglas and Fernando's eyes have solidified different spell effects, and the real darkness can be seen directly, so the two of them are casually eating honey-grilled fish while exchanging a calculation problem.

A mid-level mage listened curiously, then quickly walked away in a daze.

Suddenly, the half-hidden door of the inn was pushed open, and the cool breeze of the night blew in, dispelling the thick heat and humidity.

"Green, two honey-grilled fish!" Before the man could enter, the rough voice shook the candle flame.

Roland, who had just come back to sit down, secretly scolded himself, this roar could be compared to Fernando's roar.

Douglas and Fernando looked up at the same time, is this the feeling of a knight? Is it a friend of Green?

Because of Grimm's connections, many knights come and go here, which makes it more dangerous for magicians to be discovered, but it is also very effective in blinding the church, and Grimm will also carefully screen knights, if his friends are more hostile to magicians, or more sensitive to the magic issues discussed, he will pretend to be angry and take the other party away, and break off friendship with the other party- Of course, if there were knights in the inn, he would also sign them outside, so that the magicians who came in would be prepared not to reveal their secrets, and if there were no signs, it would be a repetition of the scene when Fernando arrived with Douglas.

No one could have guessed that the occasion of a knights' private gathering was actually a relay place for magicians' contacts!

Hearing this, the wooden wine glass that Greene had wiped in his hand fell to the bar with a muffled bang.

He stared at the doorway, and his cloudy dead green eyes actually rippled in circles, affecting the real ripples around him!

"Why are you here?" he said, gesturing with his eyes for Douglas and Fernando to collect the paper.

"You don't want a knighthood, just a treasure, just to open such a hotel, sell honey grilled fish?" The knighthood of the 'Left Eye of Death' was just given up?" A tall and sturdy man walked in at the door, he was wearing a close-fitting gray knight's suit, his eyebrows were very thick, the bridge of his nose was raised, as if he had a tumor, he looked young, but if you looked closely, you would find the traces of the inscription of the years, and his blue eyes were crystal vibrant, like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy in his prime.

Behind him was a little girl of eleven or twelve, with delicate features, delicate and lovely, but she had a face on the floor without a trace of smile.

She combed her bangs, her hair neatly tied up like a delicate doll, and stumbled behind a giant sword taller than her height in both hands.

And what impressed her the most was her silver-gray eyes, cold and sharp.

"Who is she?" said Old Green again, his voice full of doubt.

The young-eyed man smiled, "I'm her knight teacher now." ”

The little girl tried to straighten her back, but her left foot hit her right foot, causing her to fall to the ground with a thud.

"Ha Luha, walking is a problem, what kind of knight squire are you?" said Fernando, smirking.

The little girl lying on the ground was still holding the giant sword tightly, trying to raise her head, tangled her two delicate eyebrows, and glared at Fernando angrily: "No one can walk, only learn!"

Fernando didn't understand what it meant.

"Is that a descendant of that man?" Old Green's expression became very strange, solemn and funny.

The man with beautiful eyes smiled helplessly: "Yes, I didn't expect it to be his child before...... Okay, Hathaway, get up slowly, you'll get stronger little by little. (To be continued......)