Panting, Naxi withdrew the attachment from the Star Mistake, horrified that Grien was able to appear behind him silently. However, he still suppressed the fear in his heart: "What was the duel just now?"

"Of course, it's a test for joining the company. Greon said with a smile on his face, completely forgetting that he had provoked this by himself, "As an investor, I want to make sure that every member of the Ivy League is not a guy who has nothing to offer." ”

Although Grien's words were very reasonable, Naxi, who almost lost his life, disagreed: "If it's just a test, why do you want to play so hard, I almost died just now." ”

"Only when people reach the most dangerous moment can they unleash all their potential," Greon glanced at the ruined surroundings, "You only have the strength of a junior mage and a battle mage, and at a dangerous moment, you can defeat Rofis who is almost at the peak of the intermediate level." Seriously, I still care about your willpower and calmness."

"I'm so angry, I actually stepped on the air just now. Rofis who had finally climbed up from below appeared in front of the two of them, "Grien, let me have another battle with this mage, I was careless just now." This time I must snatch the star mistake from his hand."

Before Rofes could continue, Greon kicked him off the roof and landed in the small courtyard.

"My subordinates are defeated, if you lose, I'll clean up the mess, don't chirp here, don't you think you haven't lost enough face?" Greon didn't care about Rofes's feelings at all, "You don't have a nap, hurry up and find the craftsmen in the city to come and repair the Qingteng Society, otherwise you will feel better." ”

"Woo, you bad people, you know how to bully me. Grien, you slut, don't be too arrogant, be careful that I go to the Judicial Supervisory Commission to complain about your bullying of underage magicians!" Rofes, who was sitting in the courtyard, pointed at Grien, who was standing on the eaves, and scolded loudly.

Yefaran's relevant law stipulates that adult magicians should take sufficient care of those underage apprentices, and if the interests of minors are violated, the accused will be punished by the Legal Supervision Commission.

"Okay, okay, can't you play other tricks?" replied Greon with a mocking tone, "just go find those nerds, I've never been a fan of the Law Regulatory Commission!"

After Naxi and Grien left the tattered roof, Bazok, who had been waiting, grabbed Naxi's hands: "It scared me to death just now, it's okay, it's okay." Grien, now that the assessment has passed, Mr. Naxi can join the Ivy League, right?"

Greon didn't answer Bazok's words directly: "You can do whatever you like, by the way, I've got something to leave, and if someone comes over and asks what happened, you can just send them away with some money." ”

With that, Greon turned and left.

The competition just now made Naxi feel very unnatural, but he still had a good impression of Grien's honesty. Now that he has nowhere to go, Naxi, who does not want to return to the Cheka town to spend the rest of his life, decides to take advantage of this opportunity to fight again.

After all, he hasn't given up his desire to become a ** mage.

"Mr. Naxi, have you thought about it?" said Bazok with a look of anticipation. After witnessing the Demon Flow Attachment just now, he couldn't help but understand this technique of controlling the magic power from the battle mage.

As long as there is an opportunity to get into the unknown territory of magic, he will never let it go.

Although the whole process was a little unpleasant, Naxi still agreed to Bazok's invitation: "Since it is Mr. Bazok's invitation, then I will join the Qingteng Society." ”

"Yay, that's great!" Bazok almost jumped for joy as he dragged Naxi to his room, intending to begin learning about the mysteries of the mage.

Before Bazok could speak, Naxi first asked the question: "Mr. Bazok, although I have agreed to join the Ivy Club, I still have a few questions about the Ivy Club that I would like to ask you. ”

"Feel free to ask, and I'll be close to everything I can to answer your questions. Bazok, who did not have the slightest hint of the city, readily agreed.

"What the hell is the Ivy League for, are you a self-organized magic research group?" Naxi had asked the others, but none of them knew what the newly established community was doing.

"Mr. Naxi, you're actually pretty close to the answer. That's right, our Ivy League Club is a group of aspiring young people dedicated to the study of magic. The magical world of magic has been in operation for thousands of years. However, from the age of mythology to the present, this industry, which has always been at the forefront of the times, has never ushered in exciting reforms. No matter how great a magician is, all they can do is to continue to push forward a little bit in some aspects, and no ** master can do anything to innovate......"

Naxi suddenly found that some shy fat people had turned into a majestic orator at this moment, full of infectious body language and that subdued speech, which made Naxi find that this slightly fat body hid a soul that should be Ye Faran's most passionate soul.

“...... It is true that the possession of magicians far exceeds the knowledge and insights of others, and those who have stepped into the realm of legends are rare eruditions. But the innate pride of magicians makes them complacent, even ignoring the most essential requirement of magic, the mortal search for all the mysteries of the world. Strength is not a symbol of a magician, pioneering and innovation are the soul of a magician......"

Speaking of excitement, Bazok found himself a little thirsty, and he quickly took a sip of water and continued: "I know that you may think that I am a little crazy, and that what I just said is a dream, but I will continue to say it. Because I think magic, it shouldn't be that Ye Falan, who represents magic, is terminally ill!"

As soon as this remark came out, Naxi was frightened, but he had never heard of anyone daring to be so arrogant, daring to say that Ye Falan, who represented the magician, would be terminally ill, which was unheard of. You must know that the hundreds of magic academies house sixty percent of the magicians in this world, and this proportion and number of magicians are still increasing, how can it be said that they are terminally ill?

"You might think that there are countless magic academies all over Yefaran, and the study of magic is in a prosperous period, but this is only the surface. As I mentioned earlier, magicians have an innate pride that makes them arrogant and stubborn, and even complacent......"

“...... In Ye Falan's countless magic academies, small groups with their own heads have monopolized the magical knowledge they possess. Fearing that others would surpass them, all the academies were reluctant to communicate with other magicians on an equal footing. The magical communication that could have pushed the study of magic forward had no basis to support it, and the magicians were engaged in magical research in a small circle that they approved. ”

"The teaching model of internal transmission without external teaching has elevated the status and authority of the lecturer, weakened the credibility of the students' doubts, and doomed the prosperity of the magic academy to only one or two particularly outstanding magicians. If you pay attention to this phenomenon, you can detect it, those top magic academies have a transcendent ** master. ”

"I'm going to break the deadlock! to bring together different schools of magic and collide with sparks of ideas in exchange. In this case, there will definitely be a future that can push magic forward by leaps and bounds. That's why I set up the Ivy League. Bazok enthusiastically pitched his ideas to Naxi, hoping that Naxi would bring new ideas that represented the mages, and that the Ivy Club would be even more lively.

Nashi was a little unclear about Bazok's grand vision, but in short, he seemed to be very powerful. Naxi, who couldn't understand for a while, asked some other questions: "How many people are in the Qingteng Club now, why do I see that there are not many people here." ”

"The Qingteng Club has just been established, and there are indeed a few people. Bazok looked a little embarrassed when he said this, "Actually, there are many more people than you think, but many people happen to be absent today." They're all out on assignments like Claes, so all you can see now are me, Grien, and Rofes. ”

At the thought of Rofis, who was still crying in the courtyard, and Grien, who had disappeared without a trace, Naxi suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

These are aspiring magical youths, they are clearly naïve youths and tyrants who show off their wealth, and Naxi suddenly felt that he might have fallen into a big pit.

In the vast desert as far as the eye can see, there is no comforting green to be found. This large desert is reluctant to set foot even if it is a merchant who is accustomed to deserts, because the bad weather since ancient times has made everyone afraid to pass through it for fear of being swallowed up by the endless desert.

However, under the scorching silence that was enough to dry everything, even a young man in white clothes was fiddling with some instruments that ordinary people could not understand.

The young magician inserted a strange measuring instrument into the dirt and stood aside waiting for the results to come out. Not far from him, an elven swordsman with short white hair was fiddling with something resembling a communication spar, not laughing out of food.

"What are you laughing at?" the magician noticed the smile of his companion.

The elven swordsman raised the communication crystal in his hand and said, "Ah, I was just chatting with that rabbit cub from Rofes for a while, and this guy is complaining that Greon is bullying him. ”

"Boring!" said the young magician, "don't keep using the communication crystal, this is the land of demonic despair, and if the magic energy runs out, there is no way I can restore it to its original state." ”

"Got it!" the elven swordsman reluctantly put away the communication crystal in his hand. He understood the mage's concern, if he used up the communication hedron energy before the mission was completed, it would cause a lot of unnecessary trouble to the mission.

"Is there any other news from Yefaran?" the magician asked, turning to the elven swordsman.

"There is no useful news coming from us yet. The elven swordsman's tone was a little excited, "But according to that guy Grien, there is a battle mage from the Qingteng Society recently, are you interested in going back and watching?"

"I don't want to go back to that comic club and follow those two-to-one crazy. Just as the magician pulled out his pen and notepad and was about to record the data, he found that he had overlooked one of the key words of the elven swordsman, "War mage? ”

In his subconscious, in addition to studying various magical theories, Bazok's favorite thing is to pull all kinds of irrelevant people into the Ivy League. In his opinion, the development of the Qingteng Club is inseparable from the participation of various talents, and if it were not for Green's watching, the Qingteng Club would definitely become the largest gathering place for unemployed vagrants in Yefaran.

"Then I don't know?"

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