Shaking his head to show that he was okay, Moros took the letter from his bosom, the purple wax seal shining mysteriously and nobly in the starlight.

Taking the envelope, Medivan's attention finally shifted to the nervous-looking young man at the door.

As the dark brown eyes looked at him, the latter instantly tensed the muscles of his body.

How can you describe this feeling?

It's like being on a single-plank bridge, blocked by a fierce and bloodthirsty beast.

Just as Khadgar was about to flee, Medivan retracted his gaze, as if he had brushed shoulders with a tyrannical Tyrannosaurus rex, and the mage apprentice relaxed. Immediately, I found that my back was already sweating like rain.

But his relief was short-lived, and there was a soft sound in the air, and the blue flames that appeared out of thin air instantly turned the envelope in Medivan's hand into ashes.

"Well, then it seems that our young comrade spy has finally arrived. ”

Seeing that the envelope, which he had regarded as a treasure all the way, did not even have a chance to be opened, and was directly burned to ashes, Khadgar stepped forward in a hurry, opened his mouth and tried to say something, but the other party's words were like a sharp dagger, instantly sealing his throat.

"I, not ......" Khadgar found that he was like a worm dying of thirst in the desert at the moment, unable to find any effective way to get rid of the pressure from the other party.

"Oh, kid, are you not feeling well?" Looking at the pale and helpless look of the young apprentice, Medivan smiled, "Moros, can you help our guests take a look?"

"I guess he didn't catch his breath, he had just climbed the stairs for a while. Morros's tone remained unchanged.

In the face of the ridicule of the two, Khadgar finally recovered: "That letter!"

"Aha. Medivan patted his head, "Thank you, I almost forgot." ”

The magic lifted the breeze and swept away the wax droplets and ashes from the floor.

"No, I mean, you haven't seen it yet......" Khadgar's voice grew fainter and weaker as he met Medivan's smile.

"The great and revered Astral Mage, Guardian Medivan, Lord Karazan, conveys to you the most learned and powerful magicians from Kenrito, people from all walks of life and even society, the King's Advisory Council, the Erudite Mentor, the Hidden Society...... Regards. ”

Madison recounted the contents of the letter word for word, although he did not open the letter: "They have always liked to do this, and they do not forget to brag about themselves everywhere. ”

"I don't know. Khadgar's eyelids thumped, "They told me not to ......"

"You can't open it without permission. The smile on Medivan's face widened, "But you've seen it all on the way here." ”

Khadgar's heart almost lifted into his throat as he met the Guardian's dark eyes, and after a moment's hesitation, he nodded stiffly, ready to accept the punishment.

"Haha. "Don't worry young people, curiosity is a good virtue, otherwise, you wouldn't have a chance to come to Karazhan." ”

"If it were me, I might have opened it as soon as I left Dalaran. ”

"That's what I've thought about too. ”

It seems that the Master of Juggernaut is not as difficult to get along with as rumored to be.

Khadgar relaxed slightly: "But I'm afraid that there are some surveillance spells nearby, Violet Castle has never been stingy with the use of magic. ”

"So you want to stay away from any possible spells, lest someone call you back to your hometown after you open the letter without permission. Medivan didn't really seem to blame him, and talked about Khadgar's clever tricks with great interest, "After you read it, you carefully resealed it and tried to fool it around, you thought that a conceited mage like me, who ignored Kenrito, wouldn't notice your tricks." ”

Khadgar tensed up again, and he could feel the atmosphere around him becoming more and more solemn.

"You must be curious, how did I do that?"

Listening to the other party's increasingly serious voice, Khadgar quietly swallowed: "What?"

"I haven't read the letter. Medivan's face suddenly became stern and serious, "So, how did I know the contents?"

It's a test.

Khadgar clenched his fists, and after a long delay in uh-huh, he cautiously replied, "You read my mind. ”

"It's a real idea. Medivan nodded, then quickly shook his head, "But the side effects of psychic magic are obvious, and if you're not careful, you might become an idiot." ”

"You've received such letters before?"

"It's also possible, because I did receive similar letters, and they used the same boastful tone. Medivan's tense face still didn't relax in the slightest, "But, you've read that letter, you know, what I said, exactly what it contains. ”

"You've been wrong twice. ”

His throat grew more and more dry, and Kad took a deep breath and asked tentatively in a tone that even he felt was ridiculous, "Telepathy?"

Medivin paused: "Specifically?"

Khadgar breathed a sigh of relief at the other party's performance, but the assessment wasn't over yet: "I once read in a certain book that some powerful arcane creatures can use magic to extend their limbs and perceptions for themselves. ”

"This ability to alter reality through the spirit can help them integrate into the physical plane faster and better. ”

"Through this magical ability, they are able to read the information and secrets contained in them through contact with things. ”

The corners of Medivan's mouth curled up in a shallow arc: "Some?"

After a pause, Khadgar replied with a look of shame, "That arcane creature is called Elunis. ”

"Aside from Karazan, the world's record of Elunis is only 10,000 years old. The smile on Medivan's lips gradually expanded, "Child, where did you see such a long record of time?"

Khadgar was speechless for a moment, but it didn't matter, and Medivan answered for him: "You are good at digging up secrets, like a black cat that smells fishy, and can always get the most desired information without others noticing." ”

"Whether it's written or folk rumors. Although he was uncovering the 'dirty business' that Khadgar was proud of, Medivan seemed to be in high spirits, as if he would be dancing like a child in the next moment, "You can always get what you want." ”

"A little clever ghost. ”

As the other man's words fell, Khadgar found that the back of his robe, which had finally dried, was soaked again.

"But do you really think that no one knows what you're doing?" Medivan's eyes sharpened again, "Have you ever wondered why Kenrito sent your little apprentice here?"

"Like I said, you're good at digging up secrets. Without waiting for Khadgar to respond, the Guardian eagerly gave an answer, "Hehe, Kenrito has been coveting Karazan's library for a long time. ”

Khadgar no longer felt oppressed and panicked, he had already decided that this interview, he would inevitably fail miserably, that his long journey had become a meaningless gray memory.

"Moros. ”

Hearing the name, Khadgar lowered his head and turned around slowly and helplessly, looking at the road he had come, his emotions hitting rock bottom.

"Take this newcomer down and get some rest, he still has a lot of work to do tomorrow. ”

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Khadgar turned around abruptly and looked at Medivan in disbelief, looking at the other party's face for granted, he was dazed: "Why?"

"Why?" Medivan's brow jumped, "Isn't it your duty to be here?"

No, I mean...... "The ups and downs of life are so fast that Khadgar never calmed down."

Medivan smiled, "Don't you know dwarven language?"

Khadgar shook his head.

"Khadgar, in dwarven language, means 'trust'. Young Khadgar, young trust. The Guardian's expression softened, "That's why I hired you." ”