"Master Kirkweilun...... You...... How did you get here".

The sorceress asked with some trepidation.

No wonder she was terrified, though it was rumored that Master Kirkweilen was not a grumpy mage, and not only did he not have the quirks of many mages, but he also had a very kind temperament.

But no matter how you say it, the other party is also a powerful master-level spellcaster, and in terms of status, he is the minister of the "Truth Thought" Gray Rain Country Branch, which can be said to be in a high position and has power in his hands, and he can be punished for the inappropriate words of the witch.

However, this time the witch's luck was obviously good, and Master Kirkweilun did not pursue the witch's complaint just now, but stood quietly in the center of the hall and looked out of the door with his covered eyes.

I didn't see him speak, but when Master Kirkweilun stood still, a voice that hugged the vicissitudes of life unconsciously echoed in this hall:

"The old man is old, and his legs and feet are not very sharp, so please come in and talk about it"!

The old man's voice sounded really weak and weak, and if you ignore the strange way that the voice appeared, it really sounded like an old man in his last years.

However, among all the people present, whether it was an apprentice with excellent talent or a full-level mage who was curious and watching, no one dared to despise this old man, including the black-clothed young man standing outside the door now.

"Master Kirkweilun is really polite"!

Ordinary mages would have been flattered by Kirkweilun's personal welcome, but the young man outside the door only said a faint polite word, and then strode into the silent and somewhat frightening hall.

The moment the young man in the blood-patterned black robe stepped into the hall, except for Kirkweilun, who was still breezy and calm, standing calmly in the center of the hall, almost all the wizards present couldn't help but gasp:

"Big ...... Master powerhouse"!

"What day is today, and he is actually a master-level powerhouse again"!

"This is terrible, two master-level powerhouses, if there is a conflict...... Hiss...... How do we run"!

The surrounding mages couldn't help but whisper with pale faces, and some cautious formal-level mages were ready to flee immediately when they saw that the situation was not good, and they could clearly feel the terrifying coercion from the black-robed young man who had just come in - it was a terrifying coercion that would cause rivers of blood to flow as soon as he made a move!

There is no doubt that the black-robed young mage who entered the mission hall of the Truth Thoughts Branch at this time was a punk.

After crossing the "Sea of Red Sand" according to the intelligence, the punk flew directly to this swamp belonging to the "Truth Thought", he knew that the warrior was not lying, the Gray Rain Country did have a branch of the Truth Thought, and this branch did not hide its head and tail like many small organizations, but generously placed the secret law mark directly on the border mark of the Gray Rain Country, so that the mages who entered this country could know the location of the Truth Thoughts branch for the first time.

It is precisely because of the openness of "Thoughts of Truth" that punk saves the time of flying around and searching.

Eager to start researching the research topic in hand, Punk flew straight into the swamp before stopping, but out of courtesy and basic respect for the legendary organization, Punk did not fly all the way into the mission hall of Truth Thoughts, but walked to the door of the hall.

Then Punk saw the old mage standing in the hall looking like he had been waiting for him for a long time.

"A nineteenth-level master-level spellcaster, it really deserves to be a legendary organization, and even such a small place is a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger!"

Punk cautiously made sure that there were no magic traps in the mission hall in front of him, and the old man standing in the center of the hall had no signs of condensing magic and preparing to attack, so he unhurriedly blessed a bunch of defensive spells, and finally entered the "mission hall" built with enchanted slab stones as if nothing happened.

In fact, when the old man who seemed to have been waiting for a long time looked at him, Punk also looked at the old man.

Since Punk had come to this "Thoughts of Truth" branch, he naturally wouldn't break in without knowing anything, he knew that there was a powerful nineteenth-level mage sitting in this branch, and this master was also the head of this branch.

When it comes to officially confronting this very famous mage, Punk can only say that "the name is well deserved"!

Sometimes judging the strength of the enemy and me does not need to catch up with real knives and guns, often two intuitive masters look at each other, and the strong and the weak are almost distinguished.

In the eyes of Punk, this Master Kirkweilun, who looked no different from an ordinary old man, could be said to be the strongest powerhouse he had personally come into contact with, and the nineteenth level of spellcasting was enough to make anyone, including Punk, daunting.

While Punk was quite shocked by Kirkweilen's strength, Kirkweilen was also a little surprised by Punk.

As a master mage who has lived for more than 2,500 years, Kirk Weilun asked himself that he had seen countless spellcasters of all kinds in his life, and when he advanced to the nineteenth level, he had never met a young mage who had brought pressure to him, and now, Ke Weilun had to admit that the blue pupiled boy opposite had an inexplicable and huge pressure, which was his intuitive feeling as a mage specializing in prophecy.

As for the fact that his prophecy spell was blocked by the other party...... Kirkwayren was even more surprised, he knew best about his ability to detect prophetic spells, and now, his previously invincible detection spells had actually lost their effect as if they were flowing into the sea, which was one of the reasons why Master Kirkweilun was surprised and attached great importance to punk.

"I don't know what this little friend needs, but Truth Thoughts will not sell materials to the outside, if you want to buy materials, the old man suggests that you go to the Mage Guild to have a look."

The temptation of the two men was fleeting, and after the surprise in patience, Kirkweilun said without saltiness.

"I do have some ideas, I want to add the thought of truth, what do you think"?

“............”

Kirk Weilun's mouth was just half opened, and after hearing Punk's "request" so "straight to the point", he closed his mouth stiffly.

And the mages in the hall who were trembling and watching the excitement were also a little stunned:

"It's normal to join a mage organization, but it's a little weird to just say it............"

No matter what the other spellcasters thought, Punk didn't have a sloppy look with this smiling old man, and if it was usual, he wouldn't mind going around in circles with these rigid old men, but now Punk is not in the mood at all.

"I've heard that Thoughts of Truth welcomes all neutral spellcasters, so I'm here to join, what's the problem?"

“............ No, it's okay............ , you'll need to fill out the form and leave a secret sigil............"

Kirk Weilun, who has always belonged to the human spirit, was a little stunned at this time, because a punk's words directly choked him, and now Kirk Weilun stood in place embarrassedly and felt that his embarrassed heart hurt:

"This kid doesn't play cards according to the routine, usually not someone recommends, and then talks in private for several days, and finally wants to refuse to give in before quietly joining, this kind of momentum in front of the eyes of the crowd suddenly said that he wants to join, what kind of routine?"