"Hayek, there's an urgent letter from Yepharan, sent by Grien. "The druid, carrying a large basket on his back, had just returned from shopping at the market when he saw an urgent letter placed on the door outside.

The young magician named Hayek stopped what he was doing, and he was translating the ancient inscription: "Grien's letter? ”

In Hayek's view, Grien's urgent letters were generally nothing good, they were all the work of a fool, and he had already suffered more than once.

"Don't you really look at it?" said the druid, slightly questioning.

Hayek said without looking back: "It's up to you to see it if you don't see it." ”

The druid lowered the basket, removed the wax from the seal, and opened the envelope to find the letter hidden inside.

"Dear Hayek, busy or not, can I come back at the end of July, I urgently need your help now. Although it is not a big matter, it is also related to the life and death of the Qingteng Society. I hope you can get back to me as soon as possible, preferably by the end of this month. Green, May 22nd. ”

The druid read the letter word for word, and although it was of little content, it made Hayek feel uncomfortable as he lay at his desk.

"I'm sick to death, it's definitely not good, burn it quickly, I don't want to see this letter again. Hayek was deeply disgusted by the tone in which the druids read the letter, which must have been deliberate.

The druid froze: "Ah, is it really okay to burn the letter of the dead tyrant? If he knows about this, we won't be able to eat and walk around." ”

"What are you afraid of. Hayek put down the speculum in his hand, "If you don't say it, I won't say it, who knows? Besides, Yefaran has just happened to the Abyss Lord, and it's very dangerous over there, who knows what the hell this guy Grien is up to." It would be bad if I didn't get it back and become cannon fodder, and I still had to wait for three months to get injured in this house full of inscriptions, so how could I have time to go back to Ye Flange. ”

The room was filled with all kinds of stone tablets of strange shapes and materials, which he had painstakingly collected from all over the world. Some of them still had to be returned within the allotted time, and Hayek could no longer delay them.

"Well, that's what you say. The young druid threw the letter paper into the heated brazier of the house along with the envelope.

In the Ivy Society, Green, who had always had nothing to do, was anxiously waiting for the communication crystal to be restored, and Hayek's delay in replying had made him lose patience, and now he had only the reply from the sea.

Bazok also sat aside and waited with Greon for the belated reply, although it was across the sea, it should have received the message that had already been sent in the morning.

Suddenly, the communication crystal reacted, and Bazok quickly began to parse the signals.

"Fatty, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave here for a while. You know, it's hurricane season in the Barren Sea, and no ship wants to go to sea at this time. Please tell Green, I really can't help now, let him take care of it himself. ”

Listening to the words coming from the communication crystal, Grien was so angry that he almost smashed the damn crystal with a hammer.

"What are you doing here? Even in Ye Flange, the communication crystal is a very expensive item, and even if you have money, you can't use it to be angry. After seeing Grien's movements, the fat man hugged the communication crystal placed in front of the table. He was afraid that the rampaging Greon would smash it to pieces.

"Du Te is a group of lazy goods, and when they get funds, they all stretch out their hands, and if they give less to them, they will kill them. Now I want them to come back, either there's no news or I'm busy. Isn't it interesting, the Qingteng Society is about to be disbanded now, and they are still at ease outside. "Greon was very angry that some people were pushing and shoving for various reasons.

As the president, Bazok still didn't understand what was going on, but he still tried to smooth the erupting volcano: "Grien, dissipate your anger, maybe they're too busy to come back." ”

Grien, who was already a little desperate, had already closed his eyes: "Forget it, I can't find three magicians, so the Qingteng Society is waiting to drink the northwest wind." ”

"What drink the Northwest Wind, why can't you find three magicians?" Bazok was a little puzzled by Grien's words, "what the hell are you talking about?" The magicians are still afraid that they won't be able to find them, so they don't have to look for Yekov and them, and now there are three magicians in the Qingteng Society. I, Rofis, and Naxi, who just joined, are just three magicians. ”

After being reminded by Bazok, Greon realized that he had forgotten Naxi, who had just joined the Ivy League.

Although the problem of numbers has been solved, other concerns have made Greon feel a little difficult. There was no time for him to hesitate, and now he had to bite the bullet.

"Fatty, go and call Naxi and Rofvis, the Qingteng Club is going to have a small meeting now. Greon stood up and prepared to go back to his dorm room to find some materials.

"What the hell is going on, you haven't been normal all day. Bazok also couldn't stand Grien's nerves anymore.

"Don't be verbose, hurry up and find someone. You'll find out later. Greon said.

Sitting solemnly, Naxi suddenly felt that the atmosphere today was much stranger than usual. The solemn Grien didn't seem right to him, and Mr. Bazok looked impatient. He glanced at Rofes, who had just been dragged out of the bed by Bazok, still dozing off.

Could it be that Luo Feis is in trouble again, Naxi can only come up with this possibility after racking his brains. You know, in just a few short weeks, Rofes's ability to break through trouble has impressed him. But no matter how Rofes got into trouble, this solemn atmosphere was still wrong.

"The Qingteng Club rarely holds meetings, and the reason why I called you here this time is mainly me, no, it should be that the Qingteng Club has encountered a major crisis. Grien said with a solemn face, handing the two papers in front of him to Naxi and Bazok.

Naxi took it and looked at it, and found that it turned out to be a document about the Yefaran magic group competition.

The magic competition called the Dawn Light is a biennial event for Yefaran, and it is a big carnival in the eyes of Yefaran's young magicians. The tournament celebrates young and promising magicians, and in order to reflect the importance of cooperation between magicians, Dawnlight has demanding requirements.

Only teams are allowed to participate in the competition, and the number of parameters cannot be less than three, but not more than five. Each member must belong to the same magic academy or magic research group, and will be disqualified if the organizing committee detects cheating.

In addition to the number of people, the organizing committee has also made other strict requirements, only non-senior magicians under the age of twenty-eight can sign up.

Bazok put down the materials in his hand and said with some puzzlement: "Isn't it just the competition of the Dawn Light, and you are not a magician, what does it have to do with you." ”

Greon smiled and said, "Indeed, the light of bullshit had nothing to do with me, but I did something that I regret very much. I signed up for the competition in the name of the Ivy League!"

"Cut, I thought the end of the world was just signing up. There is no need for our Qingteng Club to fight to the death with other magic academies for this kind of false name, the focus is on participation, just mean it. Bazok said as he put down the materials in his hand.

In his eyes, that kind of competition is not interesting at all, not to mention that he hates the feeling of being crowded. Every time I encounter it, that kind of oppressive atmosphere will make my breathing not smooth.

"What? Dawn Light Competition! I like it the most! When I was a child, I used to go with my parents a lot, and it was very lively, and there were countless beautiful big sisters there. Grien, you can help me grab a first-class ticket this time!" the dazed Ronfis was refreshed after hearing the Dawn Light match.

Seeing Rofes dancing, Greon grabbed a book and threw it at the complacent guy: "There is no first-class ticket this time, and I don't have to think about what big sister I think about all day long, while dozing off." ”

Naxi had just been here for exactly one year, and he didn't know what was going on with the Dawn Light's magic team competition: "Bazok, this competition looks very grand, is it really okay if we don't participate?"

"It's fine, totally problematic. Bazok said with a smile, "If you don't sign up for the competition, at most you will be judged to lose the competition, and there is no problem at all for the normal operation of the Qingteng Club." ”

"Who said there was no problem!" Greon was deeply stimulated by Bazok's words, "It's a big deal, if we can't get a good ranking, then the Ivy Club will wait to close its doors." ”

"It's not that serious!" Bazok was also a little annoyed, "What the hell did you guy, why did the fate of the Ivy League have something to do with this kind of comic competition." ”

Greon was slightly stunned and then told the truth: "I went to the organizing committee and told the organizing committee that I wanted to sponsor this competition......"

"Isn't it just sponsoring a competition, it's not a big deal. In Bazok's opinion, it is expensive to sponsor the Dawn Light competition, but Green's financial resources should not be a burden.

"Then I opened a handicap behind my back and sat on the bank. Grien's hand trembled a little, "I originally hoped to rely on the strength of Yekov and others in the Qingteng Club to make a big upset and make a lot of money, but I didn't expect these guys to disappear when they played with me one by one." ”

Bazok was slightly stunned, and then asked: "What results does the Qingteng Club want to get, so that you won't lose money." ”

"At least the top four!"

"They're not here, how can they win the top four, and they'll be lucky if they don't get eliminated in the first round." You usually eat, drink and have fun, why do you play so big. It's good now, you know what it means to not die if you don't die. Bazok was also taken aback, and began to count Grien's faults.

Greon spread his hands and said: "Anyway, that's the thing, if the Qingteng Club can't enter the top four, I will become a poor egg." If I go bankrupt, you guys will drink the northwest wind in the second half of the year, and the three of you can watch it!"

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