Mick and Alexander went all out to prepare for the press conference, investing hundreds of thousands of gold coins in the upfront publicity alone, renting the best venue of the Wizards' Council a week in advance, and inviting many well-known veteran alchemists, creating a big momentum.

However, the night before the launch, Mick unexpectedly received a special guest. He is the senior liaison of the Council of Wizards, Mr. Rolf, a third-level magician.

Mr. Rolf was about forty years of age, dressed in a well-made wizard's run, with a bare head and only a few hairs sporadically growing on the back of his head.

In Mick's office, Mr. Rolf handed him a spatial ring and said apologetically, "Mr. Beckman, I'm sorry, but I have to regret to inform you that the Council of Sorcerers has another important event tomorrow, so the Council can't rent it to you anymore." This is your deposit, as well as the compensation from the Council of Wizards, for a total of 65,000 gold coins. ”

"What?" Mick was taken aback: "The press conference will start tomorrow, and you just told me tonight that there is a problem with the venue, are you here to make trouble, or do you want to see my excitement?"

"I'm sorry, the entire Council of Wizards is looking forward to you, the youngest alchemy genius in history, and of course we want you to hold an unprecedented press conference, but we also learned the news suddenly, so we ......"

"Needless to say," Mick's face changed, and he said coldly, "What important event will be held in the Sage Hall tomorrow?"

Mick's gloomy face made Mr. Rolf inexplicably terrified, and under his aggressive momentum, Rolf kept wiping the cold sweat on his face and said tremblingly, "Yes...... It was Master Frank's new disciple, Mr. Pecki, who was going to hold a private magical alchemy conference. ”

"What? Pecki's idiot is qualified for a private press conference?" Mick jumped up from his chair and said indignantly, "Besides, why did he steal my venue for the press conference? I booked it in advance!"

"Calm down, Mr. Beckman, please ......calm down," Rolf said with a smile, "Actually, this is the result of Master Frank's personal involvement, I heard that he used a lot of connections and paid a lot of money, so in the end the council was not able to resist the pressure. ”

Speaking of which, Mick finally understood the whole thing, and it turned out that it was not an emergency at all, but a conspiracy of Frank's old fellow.

But it's one thing to know, it's another to be able to settle down. Frank made it clear that he was coming for him, but Mick had no way to deal with it.

After all, that guy is the president of the Imperial Royal Alchemist Association, the absolute leader of the Ottoman alchemy world, and a saint-level alchemy master who has been known for decades, and he is just a small shrimp, who wants to be famous or not, and has no money.

What should I do?, Mick thought quickly in his mind about what to do, but after thinking about it, he felt that this time it seemed like he had stepped into a dead end.

Frank's hand came so suddenly and so ruthlessly that it didn't leave Mick any time or space to react.

Mick sighed, "Mr. Rolf, just now you said that tomorrow is Mr. Pecki's press conference, not Master Frank's, right?"

"Yes, Mr. Beckman, but it doesn't really make much difference, Mr. Peggy is a student of Master Frank, and everything is done by Master Frank himself, so ......"

"I know. Mick interrupted Rolf's rambling and asked, "Are there any other venues around the Hall of the Sages?"

Mr. Rolf thought for a moment, then nodded, "Yes, yes, but I'm afraid it doesn't quite meet your requirements......"

"What is it?"

"There is a small conference hall opposite the Hall of the Sages, but it can only accommodate a hundred people, which is a far cry from your requirement of a thousand. ”

"That's it!"

"What?" said Rolf, unable to believe his ears.

Mick waved his hand: "How much does this meeting room cost?"

Rolf sneered: "This meeting room is usually used to store miscellaneous items, so there is no price for it, but in view of the council's debt to you, I can rent it to you for free, which can be regarded as the council's compensation to you." ”

"There's not going to be another important event this time, is it?"

Rolf hurriedly shook his head and said, "I assure you with the thousand-year-old reputation of the Magic Council, this kind of problem will never happen again!"

"Okay, then let's sign the agreement!" Mick said lightly.

Thanks to Rolf's repeated apologies, the agreement was signed without incident, but when he left, Mick, who was pretending to be calm, picked up the vase on the desk and smashed it.

This press conference was a big gamble between him and Alexander, and the stakes were his alchemical career and Alexander's net worth.

If the press conference fails, he will become the laughing stock of the imperial alchemy world, and Alexander will lose all his resources, and the power he has worked so hard to manage will likely collapse.

The thought of the consequences of defeat was so severe that Mick shuddered. This time, they were caught by Frank and almost forced into the abyss of no return, which made him extremely angry.

"Damn, that's too careless!" Mick muttered to himself hatefully, then turned abruptly and headed towards the lab.

In the laboratory, Enlucia wore a light long dress, but she wore nothing underneath, and a casual glance at her could take in her hot body.

Seeing Mick walk in angrily, a hint of complexity flashed across Enlucia's face. She hesitated for a second or two, but finally came silently in front of Mick, bent her knees, and knelt down.

Enlucia stretched out a pair of white jade-like tender hands, expertly untied Mick's belt, and then gently took off his pants, bringing up her sexy red lips little by little.

Mick opened his five fingers and grabbed the back of her head, and then suddenly used a force in his hand, pressing her head hard against his lower body.

"Woo......" Enlucia whimpered, and her eyes immediately overflowed with tears.

She suppressed the urge to regurgitate her stomach and tried to relax her body as much as she could, desperately catering to Mick's ravage.

After venting, Mick finally calmed down again. He lay quietly on the sofa in his office, thinking about how to break the situation.

I don't know how long it took, but he suddenly showed a sinister smile and whispered to himself: "Frank, arrogance and greed for power are your biggest flaws!"

At nine o'clock in the evening, Mick received a magical message from Alexander, with only three words on the paper: "Something happened!"

Mick's face changed, and he immediately took out a quill from his desk and wrote on the magic paper, "Is there something wrong with tomorrow's press conference?"

When he was done, he threw the piece of paper into the Messenger Circle, where Alexander would see it on the other end.

After a few moments, Mick received Alexander's reply: "The veteran alchemists who agreed to attend have all changed their minds. ”

"Hmph, that's true. Frank is so old and vicious, he wants to kill us......"

Mick sighed, and then wrote on the magic paper: "That's Frank's revenge, the Hall of the Sages will hold Peki's private magic alchemy conference tomorrow." ”

Alexander replied: "I guess that's the case, I told you a long time ago, and sooner or later you will have to pay it back......"

Mick looked at this magic paper with a gloomy expression, a cold sneer on the corner of his mouth, and he gritted his teeth and said to himself: "Yes, sooner or later, you will have to pay it back when you come out!"