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The young commander's voice had barely finished when a herald burst into the tent with good news from the front.

The second pass has been successfully captured, and the 70,000 defenders of the Enomosen Kingdom are fleeing southward!

Such news shocked several people present!

Samiyah snatched the battle report brought by the herald and hurriedly read it, like a boulder hanging in his heart at this moment!

Even his face, which had always been composed, was much brighter at this time.

Putting the battle report on the table, his eyes swept over the few people present, and his tone was serious.

"Guys, it's time to start the next step in your battle plan!"

...

When the good news from the front reached Mine's desk, he was having a headache with Merlin.

The news of Brooklyn's unknown fate left the optimistic young man in great pain!

And Ophelia was originally going to hide this matter for a while, but Loren, who deliberately returned to the north, returned the delicate hourglass directly to Merlin.

After coming and going, this matter can no longer be hidden.

As for Zabri, Loren simply replied to Ophelia.

He's dead. ’

After doing this, Loren went to the Dragon Blood Palace in a very high-profile manner to get his own payment, so much so that it caused a stir in the mercenary world!

Of course, Loren still did this at someone's request.

Bianca stood in Mine's study with a sad expression, "Pope, Merlin hasn't eaten for two days..."

Sighing, Minn sat down in his leather chair and said, "I can only wait for him to come to his senses, although it would be extreme to say so, but in the face of time, human beings have been entering death since the moment they were born." ”

There was a slight pause, "Speaking of which, I recommend that you and Ophelia go to the royal family of Beran to discuss with Your Majesty about the establishment of the Council of Mysteries, how are you thinking about it?"

Bianca looked at Mien and hesitated for a moment and said, "Your proposal, Lord Pope, is of course very good, but with the strength and prestige of me and Ophelia, I don't have any appeal among the Mystics, and if my teacher were still alive, she would definitely approve of it." ”

The Council of Mystics, a few days ago Meen suggested that they send an invitation to all traditional mystics, and create an organization of mystics that walk in the mortal world and have formal rules and regulations, instead of the conventional, nihilistic rules of the past.

All those who wish to join will be protected by the royal family of Berland and the Holy See.

In the context of today's wild mages looting the traditional mystics in droves, Mien's suggestion also has his thoughts.

Compared to the seclusive habits of traditional mysteries, those wild mages whose strength has skyrocketed now are like a pack of hungry and bloodthirsty jackals!

Tradition and self-restraint are a joke in their eyes!

The only thing that remains constant is to believe in the power of the incomparably powerful!

In order to gain power, they can do whatever it takes to become ruthless!

If such a group of people were to be suppressed by force, it would only get the Holy See into trouble.

Until he is sure that he will cut the grass and eradicate the roots, Minn will not consider taking a strong approach.

Minn smiled and said, "It doesn't have much to do with appeal, all you have to do is send out an invitation and wait for a response." ”

"Of course, you can also invite some wild mages who like peace to strengthen your power. ”

Just then, Merlin, accompanied by Ophelia, walked into Mine's study.

After a few days, Merlin looked very decadent, with messy hair and bloodshot eyes.

His voice was cold and hoarse, and his face was very bad.

"Mean, I'm going to go back to the Eye of Truth, and I've heard from Ophelia about the Council of Mystics..."

"Those wild mages seem to have forgotten the fear of being dominated by us, and perhaps it's time for us to fight back. ”

At this time, Merlin no longer had the easy-going and optimistic before, and the whole person looked very gloomy.

"I'll be in charge of sending invitations to all mysteries I know, and I'll be back in half a year. ”

In the face of great changes, Merlin's personality changed suddenly at this time, which really made Mien feel a little strange.

Ophelia also had a cold face, "Pope, I will accompany Merlin to the Eye of Truth..."

As he spoke, Ophelia shifted her gaze to Bianca, "Bianca, you stay here, you will be safe with the presence of the Holy See." ”

Bianca was stunned for a second when she heard Ophelia's words, and then hurriedly said, "Do you have to go to the south?

"Don't argue, if something happens to us on this trip, it's up to you to set up the council. ”

Merlin and Ophelia bowed their heads to Mine, ready to leave.

Mien put his hands on the desk and said lightly, "Merlin, have you really thought about it, as a gray-robed mage, if you return to the south, I'm afraid this will probably be the last time we will meet." ”

It's not a nice word, but it's true.

From the monthly routine report of the Brotherhood of the Black Hand, Mien already knew that the Mystic world in the south had long been in chaos!

For the sake of a secret codex spell, there will be several people who will shoot for it!

The looting of the traditional mystics is an excellent means for the new generation of wild mages to get rich overnight!

Although ordinary people may not feel the bloody storm of the Mystic World, but now that there are a large number of wild mages who have been inherited and stepped into the black robe to wreak havoc in the south, and go back to the south with the strength of Merlin and Ophelia, Mien's words are really not alarmist!

But Merlin didn't answer Meen's question, and took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Meen.

"If that happens, then this will be my last gift to you. ”

With that, he bowed his head to Meen, and Merlin and Ophelia left.

With a piece of paper in his hand, the world of the Mystic naturally has their tradition of dealing with problems, and he can't say much about it.

Looking at the backs of the two who disappeared in front of him, he said in his heart, maybe he should say at this time, 'The legend of the establishment of the Mystic Council began here...'

It's just that it sounds so harsh.

Everyone has their own path and self-choice, and Mien is not capable of intervening, and the only thing he can do now is to wish Merlin and Ophelia all the best.

Open the drawing paper, and there is a charcoal sketch on it.

The figure above is the back of Meen standing by the window.

Only Bianca stood in place, her hands clasped tightly together, looking at the figures of the two leaving, with a bitter expression.