When the news of someone fleeing at night was received, Shulion's fury was not a problem. But to chase down a magician, even if that one is not known for his fighting prowess, it is not something that can be done by sending some cats and dogs at random.

At least his own subordinates don't have the strength to kill a magician; It may be possible to fight hard, but there will be losses.

And most of the day has passed, only to know that the other party left in the direction of the road leading to Orange Fruit Eaton College. There are also small teams of people who are tracking at the first time. Then what you can do is to gather as many forces as possible and send out a large team of men to hunt down and kill each other. This is more secure and more certain.

So he habitually came to the tower in Wulian City, and one order after another kept being issued, and the forces belonging to the former president Orange Fruit Eaton also moved. However, the nobleman then thought that everything was under control, but he did not see the perfunctory attitude of those who received the order. The old man is dead, and he has no son, so whether the man who sent the letter is worthy of allegiance, but there are two things to say.

Although only half of the people to be contacted had been notified, a glance at the Academy's commemorative pocket watch and the realization that the time for that important meeting was approaching, Shul Ion did not bother to continue writing. Hurriedly explained to the young magician who had taken refuge in him, and sorted out a list of points, there were people to woo, people who were already in control, and some restless people who needed attention.

He himself rushed to the conference room with a group of young magicians centered around him. Since pocket watches and the concept of time have come into people's field of vision, ordinary people don't care much, but for busy people, they can avoid unnecessary waiting caused by poor coordination.

In the past, if you had gathered people for a meeting, it was normal for the organizers to send messengers and wait at the meeting place first. If your status is higher than everyone else, then it doesn't matter if you go later; If you don't have to be late or arrive late, it's normal for the attendee to leave the table because of the faux pas.

Similarly, those who are invited to participate will generally get a list of attendees from the messenger. If you are in the lower group on the list, you have to be self-conscious, arrive early, and don't let people wait. If you are a person of higher status, it is normal to wait until you are done with everything to attend the meeting.

So a meeting, in the past, the place where the most time was spent was waiting for everyone to arrive......

The mysteries of the land do not have the spare time of the nobles, and very simple things have to be complicated. What can be solved in a few words, it is a waste to say more. There's been a lot of time spent waiting, and you're going to listen to a bunch of, and the grumpy ones are sure to use magic to make a fool of themselves.

The advent of pocket watches and the division of time down to the second was a great boon for these people. Make an appointment at a time, and almost everyone, regardless of status, is accustomed to meeting the meeting under the timeline. Even if there is something important to communicate before the meeting, they will agree to meet at a certain place early through forums or emails.

And this approach also gives some people who have a heart an opportunity to take advantage of. Like the one that Shurion is going to now, it is actually the Council of Fourteen, which has the highest influence in the Siga district. Before Orange Eaton's death, he participated as a surrogate, mainly to convey the meaning of his teacher, that is, the president.

And this time it was the first Council of Fourteen after the chairman's throne was vacant. Although no one informed him, he knew when the meeting was called. As for the location, it was all in the small meeting room of the Middle Tower, which was the location of the Council of Fourteen that had not changed.

Entering the conference room with the timeline pressed, Shureion pushed open the door and saw that the other thirteen members were already sitting in their respective positions, except for his absent teacher. In the eyes of everyone, he sat on the chair that belonged to his teacher and had sat on several times during his time as an agent.

To be able to become a branch of Xijia with tens of thousands of members, tens of thousands of apprentices, there are only fourteen members of the highest authority, which is not an old fritter. For this uninvited guest, he sat on the throne of the president, and everyone remained silent, just to see what this little hairy man wanted to do.

Because it was not yet time for the meeting, even if everyone arrived—the dead president's agent was not counted in the first place—no one was talking about business, just small talk and mutual temptation. It's like waiting before a meeting in the past, and all the people who arrive early are doing this kind of thing. Maybe it's for another purpose, but it's more about passing the time.

However, as soon as Shurion entered, everyone fell silent, staring at the young man.

Thinking that he was in control, Shurion smirked on his face. Following his teacher's past behavior, he knocked on the table and said, "Since everyone is here, let's start the meeting." ”

"Until then." It was the Lord of Sitara who spoke, the great magician who had always been at odds with the president. In fact, before Orange Eaton succeeded to the presidency, this Woody Carmere was a strong contender for the presidency. And that competitive relationship has continued, although it is not always the opposite, but he always uses quite strict standards to review every decision of the former president.

Now, the disciple of the dead enemy, who did not know how to sit in a position that did not belong to him, Woody Carmel opened his mouth and questioned: "First of all, what qualifications do you have to attend this meeting, and what qualifications do you have to sit in that chair." ”

"Because—" Shurion flicked his fingers, and the young magicians who had followed him streamed into the room, some guarding the door, some standing in the four corners, but many more standing behind him, giving an invisible sense of oppression. I took over what my teacher had left behind, and that's what I was qualified to attend. And things should have been left to young people, not to a group of old people forever. In this case, you still have questions. ”

The thirteen veteran magicians, and even several great magicians in it, were silent. The expression didn't change either, just like the polite expression they had had when they chatted before Shurion entered the door. For this young man's performance, they just thought they were watching a farce.

However, the performance of this group of old people gives young people an illusion. Shurion, in particular, was even more satisfied with the performance of the crowd, saying, "First of all, the first thing we have to do is to send someone to hunt down the defecting magician, Gabrash Tripwood. Grand Wizard Greenwin, I would like you to lead the team on this mission. ”

Staying by his teacher's side, how could Shul Ion not know certain interpersonal relationships that should be paid attention to. If you want to deal with the magician who offended you, the great magician of the senior inspector in front of you, Greenwin, can't get around. But it's too inferior to ask the other party directly, taking advantage of the opportunity for the damn guy to escape, and forcing the great magician to take a stand in this way. As long as the other party knows each other......

"I refuse." Grand Wizard Greenwyn replied without hesitation. He even lowered his expression, looked back at the person sitting in the chairman's seat with cold eyes, and said, "You are not qualified to order me to do anything. And what is the reason behind the departure of a magician, naturally there is an inspector to investigate, not what you say, it is whatever. Since the Ombudsman behind you is a lackey, just send them, so I don't want to carry out this kind of mission to send them to death. ”

A merciless remark, the young magicians were all filled with righteous indignation. In particular, a few new inspectors who were ridiculed and wanted to make a few achievements shortly after putting on a yellow cloak were even more angry at the old man's words. The dignity of the yellow cloak could not be offended, his hands were clasped together, the incantation was recited, and all the auxiliary magic used in the battle was put on his body in an instant.

It's like a fuse, triggering a chain reaction. First of all, Grand Magician Greenwin took out the means of saving his life and fighting, and the colorful magic aura on his body instantly lit up.

In order to be more confident of the explosive pressure of the old guy, the young magicians also turned on the function of the props used in the battle on their bodies, and quickly gave themselves a few auxiliary magic.

However, the old men who sit firmly in their seats are not fuel-efficient lamps. In order to avoid being affected, or to beware of the young people turning the spearhead and attacking Greenwin, they also showed a fighting posture by the way. The magic props used to save life are turned on, and the auxiliary magic is a series in a short period of time, with the assistance of their own combat methods.

It can be said that although the young magicians have the advantage in numbers, the old magicians have more means and have more hole cards. If there is a conflict between the two sides, the side with more people will not win.

It is precisely this change that makes the momentum of the whole situation inclined to this group of old men who are not looked down upon. Young people, less confident.

Shurion also realized that these people were not aristocratic old men with fat brains. Without the protection of his subordinates, when the noble bloodline does not work, he becomes a weak person to be slaughtered.

There is no old man who can enter the Council of Fourteen who has not crawled out of countless bones. Those who have achieved their fame, whether it is a person or a demonic beast, as long as they are not killed by their own hands, they will not be counted in those numbers at all.

If it were an old magician who was not well-known, he might still brag about his exploits. But among those who can sit in the council, there is no one who is not tested, and his strength and merit are impeccable. Forces or something, just appendage.

To put it simply, the aristocratic game is not suitable for magicians. It's just that there are a lot of people, and they may not be enough to see this group of old magicians.

Aware of his mistake, Shulion's mind raced. As if to relieve the tense atmosphere, he changed the subject and asked, "Grand Wizard Greenwin, what do you mean by the mission to the death?" As far as I know, the lich didn't leave with the traitor. You won't count the woman who is called the Demon King, right? ”

"Hmph, a traitor is either what you think is, or yes. Use those two words sparingly. And the so-called death is because I don't want to touch that person when the Great Sage's Tower opens the Arcane Eye. ”

"What!"

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