At night, Ye Flange looked a little different from the past, and there were many more magicians patrolling the streets. These guards of the Mage City, who were different from ordinary mages in their attire, clenched the magic wand in their hands, looked around vigilantly, and were ready to check the population at any time.

In just a few short months, subtle changes are transforming what claims to be the most open city.

More and more students from the Demon Court joined the Judicial Supervisory Commission at the suggestion of their mentors. Some of the dazed young people have not had time to celebrate their academic achievements and are incorporated into organizations that they have somewhat excluded. Although this is somewhat contrary to many people's original ideals, the remuneration offered by the OCRC also makes them have to accept this arrangement.

Not every magician who comes to Yephalan to study will be able to stay in this mage capital, and many of them will leave Yephalan for various reasons and return to their hometown that is almost forgotten.

Compared to the Dawn Light Magic Team Competition, the Magic Inspectorate has swelled rapidly, completely becoming a presence above many colleges. Dressed in black robes and wearing retro-style mage hoods, these Overseers have more authority than ever before. They were free to stop and examine those they thought they could, even if they were Yefaran's magicians.

While the Magic Inspectorate continues to grow, a new organization called Mobis, made up of most of the members of the High Council of Mages, governs the entire Magic Inspectorate. A mysterious young man is the presiding officer of Mobis, and he took over Yefaran almost overnight. Even the Supreme Archon of Yefaran was extremely polite to this young man, which made many people feel a little incredible.

Yefaran's innate openness is under the control of Mobis. Becoming more and more uncomfortable. While increasing the management of Ye Falan magicians, the Judicial Supervision Commission also increased the intensity of censorship. An unprecedented screening is underway in Yefaran, and many high-ranking mages are being scruntled for being accused of being followers of evil gods, and many people are beginning to be disappointed in the city of mages.

The increasingly uncomfortable days made Green, a foreigner, feel particularly unhappy, and he was blacklisted by the Legal Supervision Commission early in the morning, and he frequently underwent various inexplicable investigations. So much so that Greon was in a trance when he saw the guys in black walking towards him.

Faced with increasing scrutiny, Greon found it increasingly difficult to control the money he was flowing into Yefran. He had to start thinking about whether to withdraw Ye Falan with all the members of the Qingteng Society, otherwise he would be planted in the hands of the Legal Supervision Committee sooner or later.

Although this was an arrangement that Greon had anticipated in the early morning, he still felt that the time was not yet ripe. Because the magicians who are not used to Ye Falan's new changes are also looking for the next place to live, the Qingteng Society, which has made a name for itself, is a good choice. Greon hopes to get more magicians to join the Ivy League, so he has put on hold on to his plans to leave Yefaran.

It was another sleepless night. Grien will Claes them anxious. Talk about the conflict that is taking place between the Duchy of Bohemia and the Kingdom of Bavaria. This conflict of incentives has always been the most focused topic of Yefaran, and Yefaran's magicians are almost all discussing who will be the final winner.

"I really envy the Kingdom of Bavaria, and the marriage contract of decades ago can still reap surprises from it after so many years. "Looks like it's going to happen." I'm going to fetch a princess or something, too. Finally, the only daughter of the king's love. That's the case. I only need to make a humanoid massage stick to harvest a kingdom, it's a great investment!"

"Boss, you're so wise!" Hayek slammed his ass. This is one of his usual instinctive reactions.

"Pay attention to the image, we are discussing the follow-up to this conflict, not how to soak the princess. Claes was very unhappy with Hayek's performance, and he reminded Grien, who was presiding over the meeting, not to digress.

"And what do you think of this conflict?" said Gryen, who threw the question to Claes, expecting a satisfactory explanation from his most trusted thinker.

Claes flipped through some of the information he had gathered over the past few days, and after some thought, said: "Although there has been a lot of discussion about what this long-lost conflict will turn out to become, I think the conflict may have turned into war by this time. ”

"Why do you think that?" said Grien.

Claes sorted out his chaotic thoughts and said: "Hesitating Misrid II's profligacy, the entire Duchy of Bohemia is already beyond its means, and from his borrowing from the Hanseatic League in the past few years, we can know the situation of the Kingdom of Bohemia. Misrid II could not leave his neighbors alone with this treasure of gold, so conflict was inevitable, as you can see that the two sides were already fighting to the death in the mountains of Monria. ”

"I know that, but you have to explain why it turned into war!" Hayek said.

After a pause, Claes said: "The entire Monlia mountain is in the hands of Bavaria, and the attacking side will be very difficult. As we see, the Tarak border regiment was completely routed by Bavaria. Although Bohemia was defeated, they were absolutely unconvinced and would definitely get it back elsewhere. I guess the foodie king will make his men want to attack elsewhere to save face, and then it won't be as simple as a conflict, it's the rhythm of a full-scale war between the two countries. ”

Just as everyone was continuing to discuss, Shatter suddenly broke in, and Claes and Hayek jumped, after all, in the past few days, the Legal Supervision Commission would break in even if there was no search warrant, and conduct some unfriendly interrogations on them.

Looking at the appearance of the shattered wind and dust, Greon knew very well that the elf in front of him had completed the task assigned to him. In order to track down the Assassin who assassinated him last time, he asked Shatterwind to go to Monaris, the city of mercenaries, to see if he could find some information about the Assassin.

When Broken Wind's demeanor eased a little, he said: "Boss, I lived up to your trust to find the relevant records of the last assassination operation, and found the original commissioner of the mission after touching the melon. ”

"Oh?" said Grien, "well, tell me who is it who doesn't know what is going on with me?"

Shatterwind glanced at everyone and said slowly, "It's King Misrid II of Bohemia. ”

"Oh, that's the damn fat guy who did it!" said Green, suddenly realized, as if he had no resentment towards the somewhat unexpected murderer.

After thinking about the relationship between the assassination and himself, Greon immediately made a decision: "Except for me and Claes, everyone must assist the fat man, and the Ivy League will prepare to move to the Habsburgs from tomorrow." This decision cannot be delayed for a moment, and we must leave Ye Falan as soon as possible. ”

"Why don't you go back to the Habsburgs with you?" said Hayek, a little confused.

Greon smiled and said, "Claes and I have to go to the Hanseatic League again, and prepare the noose to be longer, so that we can strangle that fat man at once! (To be continued......) (To be continued......)