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The outer city of Idgulashio is not large, but it has two offices, the southern one is very close to their hotel. Follow the signs along the way, and you don't have to ask for directions to find them. The roads here are not complicated, but the buildings are so similar in style that sometimes it gives the illusion of going in circles.

The Magic Alliance Office is like an important building in the city. It resembles a majestic church, with its wings spread and its spire clinging to a blue-gray shiny tile. The flowerbeds on the side of the road are planted with dense holly, which gives a touch of vitality to the strict atmosphere here.

When Ivan and Aisha arrived, there were several people in the spacious and solemn hall.

On the right side of the circular counter, a shiny metal billboard hung on a white wall, and several unknown magicians watched quietly in front of the billboard. There are chairs and tables for resting under the billboards, and these glass tables are small enough for two people to drink tea face to face.

The arrival of the two did not bring much activity to the place. Except for the clerks in white uniforms, it was as if no one in the entire hall noticed them. Ivan saw a young man with a magic guide crossbow tear a task sheet from a billboard and walk to the counter to register with the clerk. He didn't even look up at the two men.

However, Ivan stopped shortly after entering the hall.

At a table near the window, sat a man in a long trench coat with dark red and gold trim, a bronze hand cannon and a black buckskin hat on a small table, blocking the drink from his cup. He turned his back to this side, and the diamond-shaped red magic crystal on the hand cannon shone brightly.

It's that person!

Aisha was standing behind Ivan, and when she saw Ivan stop, she subconsciously followed Ivan's gaze and reached out and tugged at Ivan's sleeve.

"Ivan, do you know him?" asked Isha in a whisper.

"He, he seems to be ......"

The man turned his head abruptly and glanced coldly at the two of them, as if he had heard their whispers. Ivan immediately stopped.

He was a middle-aged man in his mid-thirties, with a cold square face reminiscent of a stern teacher, a meticulously shaved beard, and short light gray hair neatly combed. At first glance, he is somewhat similar to Carlo, feeling that they are both very strict and rigid people.

The man quickly turned back to the square glass and drank a white, translucent drink. The moment he turned his head, Ivan noticed a badge pinned to his upturned neckline.

Vermilion coat of arms.

"Ivan, Ivan!" Isha tugged at him a few times and leaned into his ear, "That man is the Inquisitor!"

Ivan nodded silently, chuckling in his heart. That's right, the scarlet Magic Alliance badge should belong to the Inquisitor.

He had heard the meaning of the word "inquisitor" from Xiulin.

The judge is the adjudicator and belongs to the solemn temple of judgment. The Templar of Judgment is under the Core Council and is the governing body of the Wizarding Alliance. In other words, that person's status is higher than that of executors like Carlo and Xiulin.

No wonder he spoke to Carlo in that almost commanding tone. It turned out that the judge was suspicious of Xiulin, and something was wrong.

There were four clerks standing behind the counter, and when they saw that the two young men had just come in, they stood motionless in the hall, and a young man with a smile greeted them very enthusiastically. Dressed in a white clerk's uniform, he looks a bit like a butler in an aristocratic family.

"May I ask you how you can help?"

His voice was crisp and gentle. Both Ivan and Isha pinned their brass badges to their scarves, which represented their status as ordinary magicians, made them instantly recognizable.

"Oh, I'd like to ask, uh, what are the requirements to participate in the Executor's Assessment......" Ivan quickly drew his attention away from the Inquisitor, but as soon as he said a few words, his voice seemed a little unassuming. The atmosphere was weird and uncomfortable.

The clerk froze, and a gentle smile disappeared from his face in an instant.

The inquisitor also put down his cup with a snap, and several pairs of eyes in the hall looked at each other as if they had suddenly discovered the existence of the two of them.

"What's wrong? Can't you ask?"

Ivan was a little alarmed, and the eyes of the magicians ...... It's complicated. Some were simply surprised, some seemed unimpressed, some thoughtful, and some even chuckled sarcastically.

And the inquisitor, expressionless, had an alert look in his eyes.

"As long as you are an ordinary magician of the Alliance, have worked as an assistant to the executor, and have a magic level of more than five hundred, you can do it. The clerk looked at him seriously, he didn't smile, and there was a bit of scrutiny in his expression, "May I ask who you are?"

"The two of us are assistants to the executor, Showlyn Joan. At this time, Aisha stood up and bravely looked at the clerk, "Ivan's magic level is already over five hundred, there should be no problem, right?"

"That's—there's really no problem. The clerk's eyes flickered for a second, and he pursed his lips and smiled, "Excuse me, ...... you"

He didn't go any further. He looked up, and the Inquisitor was walking towards him with a soldier's sturdy pace, his tall figure looking particularly majestic, his leather boots making a heavy muffled sound on the floor like a wake-up call.

The clerk took a playful step back. "Hello, Lord Ballan. ”

"You're Showlyn Joan's assistant?"

The middle-aged man known as "Lord Ballan" ignored the clerk, who looked down on Ivan condescendingly, domineering.

Ivan looked up and said nothing. Ballan's brow furrowed.

"You're going to participate in the Executor Assessment?" he said, accentuating a few points.

Ivan was stared at by him uncomfortably. Although Ivan had seen him once today, it was not a meeting, only his back. Now I think this person is quite annoying, and the first time we met, I had a stiff face, as if Ivan was a prisoner and needed to be interrogated harshly.

It's a really uncomfortable feeling.

"yes, I want to try. Ivan's tone was also a little resistant. He already had a bad impression of this person, this person was not the same as Carlo, Carlo was just inexplicably hostile, and this person's arrogant appearance was even more disgusting.

"Age?" Barran's brow furrowed even tighter, presumably able to trap a fly.

"Doesn't seem to have an age limit?" asked Ivan.

"I'll let you sue me for your age!"

Barran suddenly shouted angrily, his fists clenched, and green tendons jumped out of his forehead. He jerked out his hand and tore off the badge from Ivan's scarf.

"Hey ......"

Ivan was stumbling by him, and even Aisha, who had been tugging at his sleeve, was taken aback. He raised his hand to straighten his scarf and looked cautiously at the Inquisitor. This is the Wizard Alliance's office, not a place for conflict.

"Who the hell are you?" the Inquisitor continued to ask in an interrogatory tone, after reading the name on the back of the badge and the time he had joined the Wizard Alliance.

"I'm not a suspicious person. Ivan calmly replied, "I'm just an ordinary magician. Sir, can you give me back the badge?"

Balran's eyes widened, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he raised his hand to return the badge to him.

"Who are you?" Esher's hand was still tugging at Ivan's sleeve, and she was also a little angry, her bright purple eyes glaring at Ballan intently, "It's not polite to snatch someone else's badge, is it? If you want to know our names, can you introduce yourself first?"

Ballan immediately cast a ferocious gaze at her. Almost instinctively, Ivan took a step sideways in front of Aisha.

Eventually, Balran's gaze fell on Ivan's face. As if he wanted to remember Ivan's look, he stared at him for a few seconds, flicked the hem of his clothes, and strode away.

It seemed like a long time had passed, and there was a dead silence in the whole hall.

"I'm sorry. ”

The clerk's soft voice broke the cold silence, and he smiled, his tone softer again.

"Jean--the two were frightened. That one was Lord McCann Ballan from the Temple of Judgment. The clerk seemed to want to say something to comfort the two children, "His attitude is a little tough, please bear with me, it is better not to provoke the people who judge the temple." ”

Ivan turned his head to look at him, puzzled.

"I don't think I'm saying anything excessive, is I? Why is he angry at me?"

"Of course you didn't say anything excessive. The clerk's reply seemed to mean something different, "Lord Ballan is a little sensitive, so you don't need to worry too much. What is your age?"

It's age again!

Ivan suddenly felt a panic in his heart, and just now Barran asked his age in an aggressive tone, like a raging bull.

"Is it necessary to ask?" he looked at the smiling clerk with some reluctance. He knows that he is young, so what is wrong with his young age? Is age an important issue?

"It is necessary. We need to keep this in your file if you are going to apply for an executor assessment. The clerk's reply was polite and reasonable, making it impossible for Ivan to refute.

Ivan bowed his head helplessly. This time he had a little more eyes and lowered his voice, trying not to let the curious people hear.

"I'm ...... this year Fifteen years old. ”

The clerk was stunned for a moment, then stunned again.

After a moment, he smiled shallowly and let out a meaningful sigh.

"Sir, what a ...... you are Young and promising, the same age as Lord Laxis Flotica when she became an executor. He said, narrowing his eyes slightly, looking at Ivan, consciously or unconsciously.

Ivan didn't realize what this meant at the time, but soon after that, he discovered that a lot of things were complicated by his resemblance to Laxis Flotica.

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