On October 31, 1696, Mick ushered in his first private presentation, the shabby scene and the humble decoration contrasted with the magnificent, ornate, well-equipped Hall of the Sages, separated by only a corridor, with heaven on one side and hell on the other.

At the same time, Baier the White Bear helped Jenny out of the office of a third-level alchemist.

Jenny was much weaker than she had been two days ago, and she couldn't even walk on her own, and most of her body had to lean on Bayer.

The white bear couldn't bear her to work so hard and wanted to carry her on his back, but Jenny said he didn't want anything.

Bair knew that the Ottoman Empire was inferior to women, and if he openly carried a woman on the street, it would definitely be a big blow to his prestige. And Jenny obviously cared about this, so she would rather suffer herself than let him carry it.

However, the more considerate Jeanne became, the more tormented Beye's heart became.

After sending Jenny to the carriage, he finally couldn't control the anger in his heart, and roared angrily: "What a middle-level magic alchemist! I gave him all the savings I have accumulated over the years, but Jenny is getting weaker and weaker, these greedy vicious dogs, they really should be tied to the stake and burned to death!"

In order to treat Jenny, in just a few weeks, he had spent all his savings, and even sold everything he could, but Jenny's life was still passing bit by bit.

The most infuriating thing is that the alchemist took a large sum of money from them, but did not help Jenny's condition in the slightest, and as soon as he found out that they had no money, he immediately kicked them out.

Bauer patted Baier's shoulder and shook his head helplessly: "Alchemists are also divided into three, six, nine and so on, if you can find a better alchemist, there will definitely be hope." ”

He let out a long sigh as he spoke, "If we have enough gold coins to be able to bring in Master Frank, I think there will be no problem...... Hey......"

Beyer's face was gloomy, and he let Bauer let out a long sigh: "What if you have money? Master Frank is Marshal Friedrich in the alchemy world, how can he condescend to us little people to see a doctor?"

No money, no ideas, and no hope! Bayer no longer knew what he should do next and what he could do, and his heart was full of despair.

The bleak autumn wind hung up a piece of waste paper and smashed it on Beyer's face, and he was disheartened to remove the paper and unfold it to find that it was a leaflet.

The flyer reads: "The youngest genius in history to hold his first private magical alchemy conference at the Wizards' Council on October 31st"

Beneath the words was a handsome face, a face he was familiar with.

Bayer's eyes widened suddenly, and he said in disbelief: "My God, how could it be him?!"

"What's wrong?" Bauer asked, confused.

Bair pointed to the flyer and stammered, "He'...... He...... He's me...... It's my classmate at the War College!"

"What?"

"He's my classmate in the Department of Advanced Operational Command, Mick, a classmate!" Bayer exclaimed.

Bauer was startled and snatched the leaflet: "The youngest magical alchemy genius in history, and General Fritz's evaluation." Oh my God, you know such a powerful magic alchemist, why didn't you say it earlier?"

"I didn't expect that little white face to be so powerful, looking at his useless appearance, I thought he was just a playboy who loves to brag......"

"You're so stupid!" Bauer stomped his foot, "What are you doing in a daze?

"Where are you going?"

"Nonsense, of course I'm going to ask that classmate of yours for help!" Bauer was in a hurry.

"However, my relationship with him is very ordinary...... No, it's bad. ”

"Fool, then you go and beg him, is your so-called strictness more important than Jenny's life?"

"Of course not! As long as I can save Jenny, let alone let go of my dignity, what is it to take my life?"

"Then let's go, one more minute of delay, and Jenny will be in more danger!" said Bauer, who had already jumped into the carriage.

"Oh, good!" Bair quickly jumped into the carriage as well.

"Drive!" Bauer whipped down, and the black carriage sped off toward the Council of Wizards.

Council of Sorcerers.

General Fritz made good on his promise by entering the press conference five minutes early with a special military observation group of more than a dozen senior officers.

And Countess Hannah also invited more than a dozen "heavyweight" aristocratic ladies who love art and literature to come to support Mick on time.

Apart from them, however, there were only a few sporadic guests, most of whom were agents or observers sent by various nobles, and a few were reporters from Maltisse's various lace tabloids.

Not only did none of the veteran alchemists who had originally said they were going to attend, but even the nobles and merchants did not appear. The hall, which could only accommodate more than a hundred people, only filled the first four rows. The whole press conference was empty and unusually deserted.

The Hall of the Sages, across the hallway, was a different story.

Maltisse's slightly famous alchemists were all present, one of the representatives of the six major families was not left behind, other nobles, businessmen, and gold medal reporters from major newspapers rushed to the scene, and there was an endless stream of magicians, students, and ordinary people who wanted to learn or pay tribute to Master Frank.

With five minutes to go before the start of the conference, the Hall of the Sages, which can accommodate more than 1,000 people, was already full, and even the aisles and corridors were packed.

In the lounge area on the first floor, Pecki looked at the unprecedented pomp and circumstance of the crowds, and was so excited that she couldn't help herself. He breathed heavily, his heart beat fast, and fine beads of sweat broke out in his palms.

In his heart, a voice shouted: "After today, I will officially enter the alchemy stage of Maltis, this is true, it is true, this is a new era that belongs to my Peiji!"

Master Frank sat next to Peggy, leisurely preparing his opening speech. He has seen too many such scenes, and he will not be moved by them in the slightest.

Frank now just wants to hurry up and finish the press conference and enjoy the thrill of that poor little reptile being trampled under his feet.

All those who oppose him will not end well, this is the absolute control that comes with authority and fame, and this feeling makes him very intoxicated.

Lord Bach quietly walked up to Master Frank and whispered in his ear: "Teacher, everything is ready, after today, that pesky little reptile will be discredited, and he will not be able to turn over in this life." ”

"Really?" Frank sneered and said, "That's not enough, I want him to never be able to stay in the alchemy world again!"

Lord Bach felt a chill in his heart and nodded subconsciously.

On the other side, General Fritz looked at the deserted press conference and asked the adjutant suspiciously: "What's going on, why are there so few people?"

The adjutant whispered, "It's Master Frank's newly recruited disciple Peggy, he held a press conference opposite, and everyone went over there." ”

Fritz frowned: "It's such a coincidence, and it was chosen on the same day?"

The adjutant took a leaflet out of his pocket and handed it to General Fritz.

General Fritz took it and looked at it, and the leaflet read: "Mick is a yellow-mouthed child, he can't do his best, and he cheats money with false works, so don't be fooled - Master Frank admonishes the people." ”

"How could that guy Frank do such a low-level thing, isn't it the same as telling everyone that he is suppressing a junior?" General Fritz said.

"Indeed, similar propaganda has spread all over the world, and almost all magicians know about it.

Everyone said that Pecki and Mick held a press conference at the same time, but in fact, they were fighting in the ring, and some people even opened a betting plate for this purpose, and I heard that the amount of gambling was not small. The adjutant explained.

Fritz's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said to himself: "This is building momentum, it seems that Frank wants to discredit Mick and force him to withdraw from the field of magic alchemy." Can a generation of alchemy leaders be so narrow-minded and so stupid?"

Fritz was thinking about it, but suddenly heard Mick's voice from the booth: "Thank you all for coming to my press conference, and now I announce that the conference has officially begun!"