"What? You said Paraven is dead?"

In a spacious hall of the Dorok Palace, an old man in a gorgeous rune robe looked at the messenger in front of him in disbelief, as if he couldn't believe his ears.

"It's true, Master Palaven's life rune suddenly lost any signal half an hour ago, and we tried many times to reach out to him, but the result was in vain. There is only one possibility that this will happen, and that is that Master Paraven has no signs of life. ”

"Shhh

The messenger hurriedly replied, "I can't be sure, because before the signal disappeared, his life runes not only did not decline in energy, but swelled to a state that was two or three times stronger than usual. ”

"This is obviously the effect of buff magic, which means that Palaven was instantly killed in his heyday, am I right?"

"This ...... Quite possibly. ”

"That's a problem, as far as I know, there are only three people in the Duolun Empire. And there are only two people who can do this. ”

"You mean, there's an archmagister who has made a move?"

"That's right, Ptolemy is still under our watchful eye in Doroke, it can't be him, and beyond that, only Antonio and Lady Louise can destroy a Magus in such a short period of time. Damn it, Palaven must have done something he shouldn't have done in Tuscany, and this time the Council had told him not to cause a dispute with the other two archmages, and he could be regarded as having the tacit consent of both of them, so now that we are in charge of the Doroc Palace, they will not interfere. But how could this happen, didn't I mean to quietly invite that young man away and not attract any attention!"

"But ......"

In the face of the old man's anger, the messenger seemed to stop talking.

"But what?"

"But we have just asked the messengers of the two archmages, and from the feedback we have received, it seems that Antonio is now practicing at the ruins of Longshan in the southern continent, and has no intention of inquiring about Doroc's affairs at all, and Lady Louise's whereabouts are unknown, but it is certain that she is not in Tuscany at the moment. ”

“......”

The old man's face sank like water: "You mean that Duolun has a fourth great magister?"

"I don't know, but the fact is that Master Paraven ......"

"Forget it, this matter is not the focus at the moment, I will submit it to the council later to solve it slowly, the most important thing at the moment is the issue of elemental pools. The old man interrupted the messenger, "Ptolemy's old immortal says that he is healing, but he is only trying to stall for time, and I want to see what he can do." As for that kid in Tuscany, since we've provoked the power of the Grand Magister, let's leave it alone, that's not the most important goal, there's no need to offend an existence for him that we don't have exact information about. ”

"Understood, I'll go back and report about that kid. But with all due respect, Mr. Garrison, since we have obtained the recipe for the elemental pool, even if further information has not yet been obtained, the seniors in the Magic Research Institute can easily deduce it, why bother to ask for the opinion of the old immortal, isn't that a bit too ...... Is this too much?"

The old man looked coldly at the famous young messenger and said in a deep voice: "Karl, do you know what you are talking about, if you were not your father's son, you would have been deposed by me by now. ”

The sudden outburst and disappearance of the great power made the young messenger take a few steps back, but he didn't show a look of fear, but straightened his back with difficulty: "I know, that's why I asked." Not only this time, but also before, there are many things that can be solved very easily, and the Council wants to complicate them, in my opinion, even if we don't hand over the old immortal to the Church of Light, wouldn't it be better for us to just let him disappear?"

"Childish, it is precisely because you think so that your father will not let you serve in the council, but will send me to become a follower. The old man's tone was a little disappointed, "Carl, things are not as simple as you think, the Wizards' Guild has never relied on violence to get to the point where it is now, everything we do must be done according to the rules, until you understand this truth, you can't return to the council." ”

"It's just sanctimonious. The young messenger named Karl was unconvinced, "Not to mention the council, even if it is the execution workshop below, there are still few people who deal with it quietly every year, but because the other party is an old immortal great magister, he doesn't dare to do it." But I just can't figure out what is there to be afraid of a guy who is about to go to the grave, could it be that he can still pose a threat to the Wizards' Guild?"

"Presumptuous, you know that it's the Great Magus, can you call it the Old Immortal?"

"Humph......"

The young man, though no longer refuting, clearly did not listen.

"You...... Alas, forget it. The old man didn't seem to want to linger on this issue any longer, and said, "Tuscany things can't just be finished, and we won't eat such a dark loss." Report this matter in detail to Elder Garand of the Veuve Clicquot Empire, Paraven died of his own sin, and although our council does not intend to take the lead for him, he, the head of the family, will definitely be interested in finding out the matter. ”

-- Dividing line --

On the surface, at least, the city of Mtase doesn't seem as bad as it seems.

It is no different from other ancient cities, with mottled and outdated city walls, vast dry fields and villages outside the city, endless traffic queues, and noisy streets...... The only noticeable difference is that the gates can be entered and exited at will, and there are no soldiers patrolling the towers, making the towering walls look like decorations. Overall, however, the city of Mtase was still within normal conditions, not like the orc tribe that was eager to smell of blood with skulls as described by Auguston.

Of course, Su Wen also knows that this is only the surface.

Because he had not yet entered the city, he noticed many complicated sights. Countless hidden eyes were watching the pedestrians and convoys on the main road, and although there were no so-called soldiers at the door, Su Wen was sure that even if a mosquito flew in from the city of Mtase, it would be difficult to escape the observation of these eyes. What's even more interesting is that these eyeliners are clearly not from the same family, they are a mixed bag, some are just idle little gangsters, and some are magicians in robes and hidden faces.

This alone is enough to illustrate how complex the factional forces within the city of Mthase really are.

If it is an ordinary Su Wen, this kind of place where you can know right and wrong at a glance, naturally you will not come if you can, and even if you want to come, you will keep a low profile, but now this kind of low profile is no longer necessary. After experiencing several changes in mentality, and after absorbing the energy of the virtual space, although there seems to be no process of fighting monsters and upgrading, his actual combat power has increased from 5 to at least six figures, and he can even kill a genuine magic master in seconds, far exceeding the level of a talented magic genius who has been cultivating for fifty years.

This is the power of the technology side.

And when you have the strength, why be afraid and follow suit?

As for the issue on the Magicians' Association's side, Su Wen actually didn't worry about what they would do to him at all. He did kill their people, but so what? Could it be that the Wizards Association immediately issued a hunt and kill order for him, and then he continued to fight back, killing out waves of stronger and stronger pursuers, until finally Andorra, the current president of the Magic Association and the god of law in the Eastern Continent, appeared in front of him personally?

Not to mention, if the Magician Guild is a small sect, or a one-hearted family, there is a certain probability that this kind of fantasy routine plot will happen, but it is a behemoth that overrides the countries of the continent and controls almost the lifeblood of the entire Eastern Continent. This kind of existence could easily crush a hundred of the aforementioned minor sects or families, but in some ways, it was not as dangerous as the latter. As the saying goes, the rules of action of such a superpower are all for the ultimate gain, and they have come to trouble themselves because of the connection between themselves and Ptolemy - this is actually the real danger, if you can't get rid of this relationship, even if you don't attack the magister and his followers when you are in Tuscany, but sneak away, the latter will catch up like maggots on the tarsal bones, and bring endless trouble to yourself.

On the contrary, to give the comer a thunderous blow and destroy it with lightning speed, not only will not make the situation worse, but will also cause the people behind the scenes to misjudge that there is something beyond their control in Tuscany, a territory that does not belong to them. In this way, when the fear of power is greater than the thing to be carried out, the latter will naturally disappear.

To put it bluntly, fists are the last word.

Su Wen was not worried that they would track him down, because he understood that after demonstrating the ability to kill the Magister in seconds, even if the Magicians Association knew that he did it, as long as he didn't take the initiative to do something to the death, then they wouldn't really do anything to him, and if he showed enough kindness and sincerity to join the Magician's camp, they would treat him with courtesy regardless of their previous suspicions.

However, he was not naïve enough to think that he could sit back and relax, Paravin and his followers were killed by himself, and to be honest, he was actually a bit wronged, because at least they didn't kill themselves, or they didn't think they were worth killing at all, and it was Su Wen's side who struck first. If this matter is found out, there will definitely be people who will come to find trouble for themselves, maybe it is the family and friends of the magister, or the elders behind it, but as long as it is not the mage's association, there is nothing to worry about. Since the pit daddy system will not sit idly by and watch its middle way collapse, the current Su Wen is really a little eager to try the world's top combat power.

Anyway, he couldn't hide it, so he didn't mind revealing his identity at all, and under the gaze of countless eyeliners, he drove directly into the city of Mtase with the roar of the "Mustang" military off-road jeep.