Lear had been in the Magic Guild for half a month, and when he came out, his messy hair had turned into a chicken nest, and his eyes, which were severely sleep-deprived, took on the shape of a cute national treasure.

He yawned and stood in front of the gates of the Magic Guild, the sun that he hadn't seen for half a moon made him feel a little dazzling, and the occasional passerby looked at him like a madman.

In fact, he had already learned all the magic in the third floor of the Magic Guild two days ago, and the remaining two days were used by him to tirelessly fight against the magic guards guarding the entrance to the fourth floor.

But no matter what method Lear used, whether it was an exorcism technique or a weak or even an offensive magic arrow, the four diamond men only glanced at him with disdain and didn't come to chase him at all, but as long as he dared to get within twenty steps of the other party, there would definitely be two diamond men who would attack him with heavy steps.

Other than that, even if he stood at a distance of twenty-one and grimaced and spat at the other party, no one would give him any response.

After two days of tossing and turning, Lear finally felt funny and walked down the magic tower, but to his surprise, no one bothered him for half a month.

Could it be that the Sarabhutto people have won this war?

Forget it, the excessive consumption of mental power makes Lear feel a little dizzy, and what he needs most now is a lying corpse in the dark.

Don't call me if there's an earthquake.

As he passed by the Sarabuto Mage Guild, Lear saw two strangely dressed men walk in, and guessed from the back that it seemed to be the priest of Erathia, and then he remembered that he had seen such figures at the gate of the Doge's Palace, but he shook his head and chased them out.

Sleep matters.

After returning to the inn, Lear instructed Mrak to wake him up if someone from the Sarabuto Mage Guild came, and not to disturb him about food or anything, he had been bored in the days of the Magic Guild except for Mrak and Ivo, and Hag had gone to the orc station a few times and never wanted to go again.

Because no one can beat him, and no one has a happy fight.

"Are there beautiful female mages and female goblins in the magic guild? Why does the leader look so malnourished after half a month?"

Hag walked over to Ivo with his arms crossed, and said in a dazzle.

"No, sir, it's not like the kind of person who is obsessed with women, maybe it's tired of studying magic. ”

Ivo explained for Lear.

"What's not like it, in our tribe, the stronger the warrior, the more girls like it, you see that although the head is thin, but the strength is still obvious to all, maybe those female mages will like it very much." ”

The Wood Elf pondered Haag's words for a moment.

"Well, you have a point, and so do we. ”

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Lear slept for three days.

But when he woke up and called Ivo to ask, no one had come to him in the past three days, which made him feel a strange smell spread in the air, and then he remembered the few people he had seen in front of the Mage Guild when he came back that day, and he had a good idea of it.

It seems that this battle will not be able to be fought, not only will it not be fought, but Sarabuto may have to have a little change.

After walking out of the backyard, Lear greeted the female mage who was sitting in the courtyard reading a book, and since he had the money, he had chartered half of the inn so that the people could have a place to move around on rainy days or when they were fine.

But because of his busy situation for more than half a month, Adela seemed to have some opinions about him, and seeing that the other party did not respond, Lear had to give up the idea of letting her accompany him to the Mage Guild, scratched his head, and strode out along the corridor.

A few steps away, a book slammed into Lear's head from behind, causing him to stumble forward, but when he looked back, he saw only the back of the female mage walking into the room.

Women, what a woman is the most inscrutable creature in the world.

When Lear walked into the halls of the Mage Guild, he noticed that the atmosphere was somewhat eerie.

Although there were still a lot of people shuttling around the corner of the hall and stairs, the atmosphere between them didn't seem to be so harmonious, which was much worse than the harmonious atmosphere of the old Chinatown Brotherhood, but because he was an old acquaintance, many people still smiled and greeted him when they saw him.

Lear didn't bother to bother so much, and walked straight to Derek's office.

Regardless of whether you fight or not, you must first finish your own business.

Lear meets a worried Derek, and Mr. Smiling, who has been inseparable from him, is not around at the moment.

"Your Excellency, Honorable Vice President, has anything happened that makes you sad?"

After seeing Derek, who knocked on the door several times without responding, Lear realized that things might be more serious than he thought.

"I'm sorry to show you my rudeness. ”

Derek stood up from behind his desk and gave Lear a forced smile.

"It doesn't matter, dear sir, I just want to know if there is anything I can do to help you, and if there is, I would be willing to add some flowers to our friendship, after all, you have helped me so sincerely. ”

Clichés, clichés.

"No, it doesn't really have much to do with you, it's something wrong with us internally. ”

Derek wasn't very willing to say it, and vaguely wanted to bring it over.

"Erathians?"

Lear lear leaned his face into Derek's ear and said mysteriously.

"How do you know?"

Apparently Lear's words had caused some shock to Derek, who had thought that these things were going on under the table, at least for now.

"All the people in the hall and the mages I've met along the way have this on their faces. ”

Lear pouted at Nunu outside the door, which meant that I didn't mean to listen, but that you couldn't hide the secret.

"Well, cunning Elasians, who have brought a sign of peace, but have been slow to show their sincerity for peace, but this signal has divided the kingdom of Dimon into two factions, one for continuing to wait and see, the other for accepting the peace that Erathia has thrown at it, and those who are still clamoring for a march to the Forest of No Return have been completely pushed to the margins. ”

So not only can't you fight, but people will easily divide you by sending a few peace messengers, which is really promising, Dimon Kingdom.

"You're one of the people who have been left out, aren't you?"

Lear tried to make his tone sound soothing, and if it weren't for the huge difference in age and rank, he would have liked to go up and pat Derek on the shoulder.

"Those abominable Erathians, who are crying for peace, are still increasing their troops into the Forest of No Return, but the nobles of Asan are like blind men, who would rather give the enemy a chance to strengthen themselves than send their own private troops for the good of the country, and those who advocate wait-and-see are even more insidious, the enemy's iron hooves are already about to break through the fence at the door of their homes, and they have to wait and see, when should they fight?

Derek screamed to vent his frustration, and Lear hurriedly cast a mute spell on the door for fear that he would be overly agitated and reveal some secrets.

"I'm afraid that the only ones who are really fighting are the Sarabutos, right? And as far as I have just observed, it seems that Sarabuto is not monolithic. ”

But Derrick, after hearing Lear's question, sat back in his chair in a decadent manner, and let out a heavy sigh from his mouth.

"The Erathians say that they have heard the demands of the Dimon kingdom and will respect the opinion of the Dimon people, and that the dispute between Erathia and the forest elves has only caused a misunderstanding over the demarcation of the border, so they are willing to stop the war and start negotiations, hoping that a peaceful solution can be resolved.

But what they said and what they did were completely different things, and the funny thing was that the old men of Asan still believed it, and even some of the people of Sarabuto were happy that the war was gone, but how could their short-sighted eyes think that when the pace of Erathia's expansion continued, this day would come sooner or later.

If that time comes, who will be able to stop them? There are less than two hundred local mages registered in the Dumon Mage Guild, or are they the servants of the noble lords?"

Lear now wanted to meet the ambassador of the mission of Erathia, what kind of clever tongue could stir up the entire kingdom of Dimon and even divide the people with his incorruptible tongue, but at this time, there was a sudden knock on the door and the voice of the apprentice came in.

"Mr. Sandru, Vice President, is here again. ”

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