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Su Junyan's thinking was a little clearer.

The Magician Guild.

If you really want to choose a faction to settle down temporarily, it's the Diabloc Warlock Association.

First of all, because of Heinrich's relationship, the Magician Association did not dare to ask him too much.

Secondly, Hawke is a very protective person.

I don't know what Hawke is asking for, but it won't be harder than asking for his life.

Walking out of Haven Street, the number of people who continued to follow him had decreased considerably.

It was the retreat of the forces that knew that they were no longer qualified to influence Su Junyan's choice, and it was also the great magic of the name Heinrich.

The rest is in this huge city, standing at the pinnacle of the power, even the name Heinrich wants to shake a little.

Or maybe it's a fluke.

Or something else.

In short, Su Junyan didn't want to care.

Anyway, when he gets to the next stop, these people will automatically retreat.

Because the Magician Association is also a behemoth in its own right, and to some extent, it can be placed alongside the House of Lords and the Ministry of War.

Without calling a carriage, Su Junyan still walked, moving towards the Demonic Warlock Association step by step, in order to let everyone know his final choice.

The people who were following retreated one by one, and in the end, Su Junyan stood still in front of the Demon Warlock General Association.

The last one also left.

Su Junyan turned his back to those people and sighed.

Although it is said that it is temporarily subservient to the Demon Warlock Association, there is no need to be really too restrained.

However, there is always a compromise.

Walking slowly into the office hall of the Magician Warlock Association, it was a coincidence, or rather unfortunate, that Evans was in charge again today.

With Su Junyan's current status, he didn't even dare to use honorifics for Su Junyan.

He just lowered his head and stepped aside.

The Three Armies of the Brave Crowns may not be too great for those who stand at the top of the Central Royal City.

But for someone like Evans, who may have spent his entire life in this office hall.

It was too lofty for him to even look at it as a luxury.

Su Junyan didn't pay attention to his mood at this time, nodded at him, and walked inside.

Su Junyan has never been a person who holds grudges, and even if he holds grudges, he will not face such a person.

He didn't ask if Hawke was there.

At this time, Hawke must be there, and he is also waiting for himself to make a choice.

In other words, judging from Su Junyan's several contacts with Hawke, he may not care too much about Su Junyan's choice.

But as one of the ten-member council of the Demonic Warlock Association, the association gave him this obligation to wait for Su Junyan to make a choice.

This is probably also some kind of helplessness belonging to the higher authorities.

Walking along the passage inside the guild, Su Junyan also had an identity as a registered constructor of the Magic Warlock Guild, so he had also been here many times.

Naturally, he knew where Hawke would be waiting for him.

Sure enough.

Right in his private lab.

Hawke was testing something on the building table with a rigorous pair of test scopes.

And what is more unexpected is that this time, the one who has not seen for a long time and went to drink a very absurd wine with Su Junyan.

That playboy who doesn't do what he says or does.

"Oh, look, who's coming, our dear Colonel Champion, my God, I had the privilege of having a drink at the same table with such a young hero, oh, life, it's incredible. Hawke didn't look up, and the first thing he found was Su Junyan's, but it was Artist.

He used his peculiar, incomparably exaggerated tone and presumptuous movements to express his excitement and joy at finally not having to listen to the old man's nagging.

Before Su Junyan came, Hawke had been teaching him earnestly, and he was very face-saving, yawning constantly.

"No, no, no!!" The young playboy used three nos in a row to express his gratitude to his life-saving benefactor, he walked quickly to Su Junyan, and said loudly, "I must make a long poem for you on the spot to express the joy in my heart." ”

"Aha, there it is. Atst circled around Su Junyan three times, clapped his hands and said, "This poem is called, Oh, the eagle, the great eagle!"

"No, no, no. But immediately, he shook his head fiercely, and once again negated his creation with three wrongs, only to hear him say quickly and in a low voice, "How can the eagle show one-ten-thousandth of your heroism, it's too vulgar, it's too vulgar, it's too vulgar, you have to change a word, you have to change a word, you have to change a word, En...... Since the damn Lucifer is called the Morning Star, oh yes, you who are greater than Lucifer should be...... The sun!"

The last word, he bit so hard that one wondered if he was going to burst his throat.

"You're the sun!"

You are the sun.

In the countless poems praised and praised the Sun King Su Junyan in later generations.

This poem written by the worst poet of the old generation, Artist, You Are the Sun, unexpectedly stood out among his thousands of bad poems with no lower limit, and became the most classic of countless poems.

Even the Sun King himself, who quoted this poem during the Great War, said, "I am the sun." ”

Of course, the current Su Junyan will definitely not know what happened in history after that.

He just thought it was a little funny, and funny.

This guy Artist, as always, is fun.

"Hey, Su Junyan, have you had any strange dreams since you went home last time?" Artist had just finished reciting the poem, when he suddenly came to Su Junyan's ear and asked very mysteriously.

This question made Su Junyan startled, he didn't know what Atst meant.

That dream of fire, paulownia, and thousands of phoenixes had always been his secret.

Now that he was mentioned in vain, another person who had a similar experience, he had a feeling that his secrets were being spied on.

"Nope. Su Junyan let himself try to stay normal, breathing calmly, and shook his head with a smile.

"Phew-" Atst breathed a sigh of relief and said with some rejoicing, "I'm glad you didn't, I'm miserable, I dreamed that my bed was on fire, I almost wet the bed, oh my God, hey......"

Fire?

Su Junyan became vigilant again.

But at this moment, Hawke finally raised his head and said, "Art." ”

"Yes. Startled, Artst immediately put away all his expressions and stood like a wooden man.

"Master. Su Junyan bowed slightly.

"Yes. Hawke nodded, in fact, from the moment Su Junyan walked in, he knew the meaning.