Speaking of the Magic Guild. Du Wei has not been here for a long time.

Ever since Du Wei came up with that "Magic Society". Figured out that "shared jīng god". After breaking the monopoly of the magician. His relationship with the Magical Guild had always been stiff.

In the Magical Guild. The only friend he had was the old madman who invented the broomstick, Master Erric.

Today Du Wei came to the Magic Guild. But not to visit an old friend, but to see the president of the Magic Guild, the old fox of Yago Doug.

After a three-year absence, Du Wei returned to the magnificent six-mangedite building, looking at the glorious magical flames in the square. The tall lampposts erected, the wide square, solemn and majestic......

When he walked into the Liumangalthough building. Look at the magicians and magic apprentices walking back and forth in black or gray robes.

There is also a hall on the first floor, surrounded by those magic shops that used to be very interesting to Du Wei, selling all kinds of magic materials and customizing all kinds of magic props.

When Du Wei walked in, he put on his black sè magician's robe and wore a magic medallion...... As soon as he walked in. Immediately, many people recognized Du Wei.

But Du Wei could clearly feel that the eyes around him were not very friendly.

The Academy of Magic and the Academy of Magic were founded, although the monopoly tradition of magicians was broken. Breaking the tradition of one teacher taking a few apprentices and teaching by word of mouth, the culture of studying the gods of success and sharing is more conducive to the development of the culture of magic—once it is not forgotten. Any world. Any era. There are always some stubborn conservatives.

And the magician. There is no doubt that xìngzi likes to keep the old place the most. Among the magicians. Although there are many people who applaud Du Weidi's initiative, the magic society shares the jīng god. It has also received the support of many magicians.

But here, in the Magic Guild, this is the stronghold of the conservatives!

The hateful eyes that came from the surrounding shè were undoubtedly full of hatred, hatred for this young boy. He's broken the centuries-old tradition of magicians! This abominable boy, he doesn't know how to respect traditions!!

"Uh, excuse me. How can I ask to see you, Mr. President?"

Du Wei spun around casually, and he grabbed the corner of the coat of a magic apprentice who had hurriedly walked by.

The man who was held by Du Wei was visibly nervous. Quickly broke free of Du Wei's hand. As if he was afraid of some infectious virus in Du Weidi's hands, he looked at Du Weidi with a little hostility in his eyes.

Du Wei couldn't laugh or cry.

He didn't know how to meet the union president.

I have been here several times in the past. He only passed the magic array to enter the interior of the magic union, but every time someone took him in, and those magic arrays were set up by special means - of course, with Du Weidi's ability. It's not impossible to get in.

However, he didn't come today to cause trouble.

Looking at the man who was being pulled by himself, he stared at himself with disgust. Du Wei sighed, knowing that he was afraid that he would not get any answers.

That's when it happened.

"Oh. I'm amazed that you're here. A pleasant and familiar laugh came from the front, and Du Wei set aside the people around him and looked into the distance.

Really. An old acquaintance appeared.

Clarke. The guy who almost became Du Wei's magic teacher, the guy who once made a conclusion about Du Wei that he has no magical talent, the very rare necromancer in the magic union. He walked out of a corner of the hall.

He seemed to come out of thin air, but none of the people around him were surprised.

Du Wei knew, obviously. The Wizards Guild is in this building. There are a lot of secret passages that you don't know about.

To Du Wei's relief, this Mage Clark hadn't seen him for a long time. Not as hostile to himself as the others, on the contrary, he had a friendly smile on his face.

Clarke, of course, would not be hostile to Dewey. Because he relied on Du Wei, he made great contributions. Step by step, he climbed to the high position of the deacon within the magic union!

"My little friend, how did you come here. Mage Clark approached with a smile. Grabbed Du Wei's sleeve: "Forget it." It's been almost three years since you've walked through the doors of the Magic Guild. ”

He laughed happily though. But the words are obviously not so simple.

"Don't forget, I'm also a magician. Du Wei straightened his chest silently. The magician's badge on his chest was more eye-catching.

Clark Yiwei glanced at Du Wei with a puzzled look on his face, the smile on his face undiminished, and then led Du Wei to the other side of the hall.

On the road. Clark finally lowered his voice: "Dewey, you shouldn't be here. ”

"I feel it. Du Wei touched his nose. Smiled wryly: "It seems that there is a lot of hostility around. ”

"You have broken the centuries-old tradition of the wizarding profession. Clark sighed, "Although I personally have no prejudice against your approach, ...... You have to know that the ground is ......"

"Most magicians are eccentric and extreme people. I understand. Du Wei grinned.

That's not a pleasant statement. Clark frowned, "I'm also a magician." ”

"I have asked to see you, Mr. Jagor Doug. Du Wei said what he meant bluntly, he understood, the mage Clark standing in front of him. Now he is a high-ranking person in the Magic Guild. As the deacon of the Magical Guild, he is responsible for most of the Magical Guild's regular operations.

Clark stopped, and he looked at Du Wei seriously: "Do you know it. The first time you set foot in this building, we knew you were coming, and although the Magic Guild was large, every corner was under the watchful eye of the magic. ”

"I know. Du Wei nodded.

"So do you know ...... Over here. A lot of people hate you. I even want you to die! and...... You are a magician, and you should also understand that if there is a magician who hates you and proposes to fight you in a dueling with you under the rules of a magician and takes the opportunity to kill you, then even the laws of the empire will not protect you! Your dukedom will not protect you! Neither the law nor the royal family can control the head of the magician!"

Looking at Master Clark's serious expression, Du Wei still didn't seem to be very good. Just nodded: "I know it too." "Still. There was a pause. He smiled and asked Clark, "You told me this...... Is it a threat?"

"Of course not, just a kind reminder. Clark sighed.

Du Wei quickly glanced at the magician's micro-badge on Clark's chest, which had turned into a gold wormwood micro-badge.

This is a symbol of the eighth-level mage.

"Oh. I almost forgot to congratulate you. Congratulations on your promotion to the rank of Grand Mage. Du Wei smiled with kindness.

"Thank you, and I want to congratulate you too. Lord Duke of Demon Martial Arts. "Clark is silent.

The two of them hurried to the middle of the two pillars in the corner of the hall that were embedded in the boulder wall, and Clark twisted a disc on the wall.

Then, it was as if Du Wei had first come to this place. The two of them crossed the magic circle and entered the inner upstairs of the magic union.

Likewise. Passed through the gate guarded by the terrifying magician law enforcement team of those yīn sens, and finally came to the interior of the Magic Guild...... Beneath that tower!

To Du Wei's surprise, the two came to the bottom of the tower. I met an unexpected person head-on!

A tall, thin old man, dressed in a white mage robe. The unusually long snow-white beard almost fluttered to the knees, but obviously. The beard has been trimmed and groomed by jīng, and it looks very neat.

And this old man, with a kind and generous smile on his face, is full of the image of a kind old man.

"Oh! Dewey!!"

It's different from that gentle and kind image. When the old man saw Du Wei and spoke the words, it was like a lion's roar, like a bell!

The loud voice. It was as if he was going to scream out his throat, but this old fellow. But as if he didn't know it, he strode over, stretched out his thin hand, and pressed it on Du Wei's shoulder: "But I haven't seen you anymore! It seems that you have grown up and grown taller." ”

It was so close that the sound almost burst Du Wei's ears.

However, Du Wei's face did not show the slightest impatience, and he maintained a respectful smile: "Dear Senior Brother." Long time no see. ”

That's right...... He shouted right, it's "senior brother"!

The old man in front of him was the deceased Gandorf in white. He is now the oldest left in the Magic Guild. An old apprentice with the highest status.

Ilness, a ninth-level ** division, is also an important veteran-level monster in the Magic Guild.

Of course...... Du Wei will not forget either. This senior brother has some problems with the back of his ears. He hasn't forgotten it to this day. When I first conducted the mage assessment by myself. This somewhat hilarious old man. Smiled at himself and let others say anything. He laughed and shouted loudly in front of him: "I will take care of you." I'll take care of your ......."

Although Clark was a deacon of the Magic Guild, when he saw this old monster at the patriarchal level, he quickly bowed his head and saluted respectfully.

But. Irnes ** Division. But he didn't even glance at Clark out of the corner of his eye. Just patted Du Wei, who had a problem with his ears. It was as if he still hadn't heard Du Wei's greetings. Still yelling at Du Wei as he did back then, "I'll take care of your land!" boy, I'll take care of your land!"

Du Wei couldn't laugh or cry.

"Master Ilness. Clark smiled dryly: "Mr. Chairman is waiting for us ......"

"What did you say?" Ilnes rolled his eyes with a blank look.

Although Clark was a little impatient, he dared to show the slightest hint on his face, and could only repeat helplessly: "Chairman, sir! Waiting! We !!."

I said it several times in a row. Behind his ears, Ilnes seemed to understand. He nodded and waved his big hand: "Go ahead." Boys, Dewey. Don't forget to check out that guy Arico. This old madman. I've not been in good health lately, alas. People are old. There are always various faults. ”

Du Wei's heart jumped!

He knows. These old monsters are magicians like them. All of them are guys with high mana, and they will never get sick, and these antique-like old guys will have problems with their bodies once they have problems...... Fear......

"Go, go, go. Ilnes suddenly smiled at Du Wei, and then. With his loud voice like "Hong Zhong", he didn't care about Master Clark's expression at all, as if no one was around. But he said to Du Wei meaningfully.

"Be careful. Du Wei boy, be careful that some people will hide knives in their laughter. ”

As she spoke, Clark's smile became eerie.

Du Wei's heart moved. Looking at the old man who was smiling calmly, Du Wei smiled silently. Without saying much, he walked with Clark into the tall magic tower in the Magic Guild.

Standing under the magic tower, the backs of Ilnes and the others disappeared into the gate, but the kind smile on the old man's face disappeared in an instant. His cloudy eyes revealed a deep worry in him, and he looked up at the sky.

The sky is clear. Fierce rì is popular, thousands of miles of dark clouds, and the sun is shining.

But Ilness suddenly sighed, it was clear sky, but the old man muttered: "This day is going to change......"

To Du Wei's surprise. When he came to the top of the tower. When Jargo Doug, the president of the Magic Guild, owned that level of the earth. The chairman of the Magic Guild and the leader of the Continent's Magician Land was already sitting on the soft chair of the guest and on the small coffee table in front of him. Two bitter teas wafting with the scent of medicinal herbs were arranged.

Clark bowed respectfully to Mr. Chairman and withdrew, and Dewey came before Yago Doug.

Just like then, three years. The president of the Magical Guild does not look old at all. A pair of eyes are still as sharp as the old fox.

"Tell me. Du Wei. Jago Doug, with his silver hair meticulous, pointed to the chair in front of him and motioned for Du Wei to sit down. Then he spoke bluntly, although his tone was quite calm, but the content of the words. It's definitely not friendly!

"Tell me, Dewey, what should I do with you? should I see you as a friend? or...... Enemy!"

Mr. Chairman's eyes were calm. But it's full of oppression.

"It stands to reason. You should be our friend. Because the Magic Guild has also helped you. Yago Doug's tone seemed to hide a sharp sting: "However, you also seem to have done a lot of things that hurt the interests of the Magic Guild, so." Excuse me. Are you friend or foe?"

Du Wei did not answer this question. Although he was surprised. This old fellow in the depths of the city. It's going to be said so bluntly all of a sudden.

Du Wei groaned. He smiled neither humbly nor arrogantly: "Mr. President." The only thing I can answer you is...... I'm also a magician. ”