The last night before the convention was uneventful, and when the sun rose, Rhodes woke his sister up, and was urged to quickly wash up and dress to the main hall of the Great Hall, he realized that Roy had been right about what he had said last night. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This is not a party for mages to meet for entertainment, nor is it a dinner party for nobles to show off or other specific purposes, it is a serious and formal academic meeting.

In the main hall of thousands of square meters, except for some open space next to the rostrum, hundreds of tables and chairs are neatly arranged in the rest of the place, which are wrapped towards the rostrum in a slight arc to ensure that each participant can face the person speaking on the stage when he reclines in the chair. Ninety percent of the seats were already occupied, and all of them were dressed formally and with serious faces, sitting in their seats with a dignified posture. Although there was still inevitably buzzing with the scene, Rhodes noticed that there was no debauched laughter or unbridled small talk, and that all the speakers were half-covered to avoid disturbing the others.

It felt a bit like a public class at school, and the thought occurred to Rod that he was led down the passage between the seats in the middle of the hall, unnoticed at first, until he walked too far forward and caused the mages to turn their heads to observe...... Roy led him all the way to the first row before taking him to his seat.

"Why are we sitting in front of the city?" Rod was not in town for the first time, and of course he understood that there was a need for such formal event seating.

"I'm here on behalf of my teacher, so I'm sitting in his place. And you're sitting in my place, the project deputy that the teacher should have bringed. Roy explained to him quietly, then smiled and waved in the other direction, and Rod looked in the direction she was waving, and saw the young man he had met, the man who was now King Narig. He sat at the very edge of the third row, although he was the supreme ruler of the local area and the king of a country, Soth did not receive an invitation to the World Mage Exchange Conference, let alone the qualifications to speak, and even the seat was temporarily arranged out of respect after some negotiations.

Rhodes turned his head and looked up at the tall hall. Directly in front of the tall and majestic light-colored wall hangs a emblem symbolizing magic magic, as the background of the rostrum, it is slightly tilted forward, as if it will fall at any time, giving the participants a sense of visual oppression, and the dome inlaid with a large number of color-changing glass and glaze, the right amount of light to keep the venue bright but not dazzling.

He felt the gazes of countless mages behind him, heard the talk of the people around him, and couldn't understand a word in a language that wasn't in his lingua franca. What are you doing here? Rod regretted it a little. At first, Roy asked him to attend the meeting saying that he would see the world, and he thought it would be good to just find a place to sit and hang out for a while...... Who wants to sit in the first row, being stared at by so many mages and uncomfortable, in case they have to say something as their deputy later, what can they do?

"It's coming. Roy lowered his head and whispered to Rhodes about the sturdy middle-aged man who was walking through the side door to the podium, and did not look like a mage at all: "Nelson God, the initiator and funder of this Mage Exchange Conference, advocates the supremacy of magic, and should take precedence over all personal grievances, political differences, and conflicts of interest between nations. It has even been proposed to establish a council of mages above all nations to govern the world and reduce the unnecessary attrition caused by war. ”

"That's what he's calling this meeting for?"

The girl shook her head: "Of course not, it was just a proposal and idea, I'm afraid he didn't really plan to put it into practice." ”

"Do you support his idea? ”

"If only let me take a stand...... I will support it, but if he intends to implement it, I will not participate, and if a mage who is already stronger than ordinary people also holds worldly power, it will make many people uneasy. Roy tilted his head to look at his brother, "Besides, even if this organization is not established, the mage can exert influence on the policies of any country, even if we are Midland, or as strong as Eriken, to a lesser extent." ”

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As the Nelson Holy Magister stepped onto the podium, the venue fell silent, and the proposal to hold a mage exchange conference was not just about paying for the event, but also because the proposer had enough prestige and connections to make it possible. And the person on the stage obviously has this qualification, born into a noble family, talented, superior strength and broad communication, his tall stature makes him not look thin even when standing under the huge arcane magic insignia, this sense of power rarely appears in a mage.

A mage sitting in the front row stood up and whispered to Nelson, and Rhodes was sure that the organizer of the convention glanced at himself and Roy.

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"Thank you, fellow mages, for taking time out of your busy schedules to participate in this conference, which is actually attended by the highest number of participants in this era. Although shocked by Roy's youth and beauty, the male mage on the stage did not stare at her for long. After looking around the room, he spoke, "But there are still some invitees who did not attend, some of them for personal reasons, and some of them have encountered very embarrassing circumstances...... Ask yourself, if my home is suddenly invaded by a foreign army, I am afraid that I will not have the heart to come to the conference. ”

The mages in the room whispered in response, clearly knowing which war Nelson was referring to.

"I regret that we are sitting comfortably here for a meeting while in our north-east are suffering the tragic fate of countless ordinary people who are being displaced and their families are being destroyed, but a thought that has been buried in my heart for a long time has come to me. "War is a continuation of politics, and this time, under the influence of unknown external forces, the side that initiated it quickly emerged victorious. But so what? The victor can enjoy this fruit for ten or twenty years, maybe fifty or a hundred years if it is properly maintained, but then what about after that? It is conceivable that today's glory, ambition, and success will eventually be reduced to ashes and dust. But here are mages, we should look a little further, what is immortal?"

"Relics, heroes, countries, arts, no, only knowledge and magic are immortal, we find it or not, learn it or not, use it or not, they are there...... Neither increase nor decrease, eternal and eternal. Nelson's expression became solemn: "And the responsibility on our mage's shoulders is to study, master, and use these immortal things...... Not for the kings, not for the benefit of any one country, but for the sake of this world, for the progress of all mankind, we gather here, and we hold every Mage Exchange Conference to make the future full of all possibilities better!"

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