According to Pethy, the storm in Crescent is already on the eve of an outbreak.

At that time, Crescent Town will be in ruins, and at least 40,000 civilians will suffer.

However, the bad news of the northern town, after being heavily weakened by multiple social classes, had little to no visible impact on the mage world of Silvermoon Castle.

At most, it's just a matter of giving the mages more to talk about.

When the carriage stopped at the door of the mage's guild and looked out of the window, it was clear that the guild hall was as lively as ever, and the official mages who entered the guild were as high as ever.

Dressed in a dark blue leather armor trench coat, a staff of flowers at his waist, and a mid-level 8-star Divine Grace Secret Gold Emblem on his chest, Rosen got out of the carriage first.

It's been almost ten months since the beginning, and Lawson has changed dramatically in height and physique, and is already a little taller than Thrandis.

Now he has broad shoulders, narrow waist and long legs, a face that is not particularly handsome but energetic, coupled with decent clothing and powerful magic weapons, he attracted the attention of a large number of others as soon as he appeared.

Someone in the hall suddenly turned their heads to look at him and recognized him at once.

"Look~The Master of Streaming is here~"

"Hmm~~ What a rare handsome guy."

"Hmph~ Although the magic achievement is indeed good, it is a morality."

"Shhh~ A few words of quick tongue, man, so as not to anger the master and make you unable to pass the official mage exam for the rest of your life!"

There was a lot of discussion, but it was different from the old days, but almost no one spoke ill of Rosen to his face, and none of the people who didn't know him knew him.

Immediately after, Rosen took Thrandis by the hand and helped her out of the carriage.

Thrandis wore a dark red slim streamer silk dress, and a dark red and black veil on her head, and the color of the dress blended with her long thick hair.

The dark-colored clothes set off the white glow of her skin, coupled with her natural indifferent expression in front of outsiders, the whole person showed an indescribable grace and coldness, like a goddess standing high above the clouds and looking down on the mortal world.

Anyone, just by looking at it, knows that this is by no means an ordinary noblewoman who is attached to a man, but a real noblewoman who holds power and wisdom in her hands.

If Lawson's appearance only caused a discussion, and the appearance of Thrandis caused a moment of silence in the hall on the first floor of the guild.

It suddenly fell silent, as if time had stood still, and it lasted for more than ten seconds before it gradually returned to normal.

This was not only because of Thrandis's supreme beauty, but also because she had reached a high level of powerful mana.

After the mana reaches this level, every move will naturally have a breathtaking aura.

In fact, when a high-level mage stared at an ordinary person, that person immediately felt flustered.

The stronger ones will immediately turn their eyes away to avoid looking at each other, and the weaker ones will be so frightened that they will run away, or even faint directly.

Without him, the soul gap is too big.

Rosen raised his arm slightly, and led Thrandis into the hall of the Mage's Guild.

Wherever the two of them went, everyone quickly retreated, saluting respectfully, as if there was a powerful gravitational spell on the two of them.

The two of them did not stop at the first floor, and walked directly towards the stairs.

Master Firama wanted to come up to receive him, but Rosen glanced at him lightly, waved his left hand casually, and the other party obediently retreated, as if he were a transparent person.

Arriving at the marble spiral steps, Thrandis chuckled, "Rosen, it feels like everyone knows you." ”

She felt that many people still had many doubts when they looked at her, but when they looked at Lawson, they all recognized him at once, which showed Lawson's great reputation.

Lawson smiled slightly: "Probably because I often run outside." ”

This has nothing to do with the level of strength, mortal fame naturally has to be accumulated with mortal affairs. If you live in seclusion, you will naturally know fewer people, and your reputation will naturally be low.

For example, if St. Alphroa suddenly appears in the Mage's Guild, no one will know her.

If she dresses a little more ordinarily and reins in her strength, it is estimated that many people will have the idea of taking her into a prison in their hearts.

Soon to the second floor, I habitually walked to the entrance of the dissertation review department first, and looked inside the door, but I didn't find Fuller.

After calculating the time, Rosen understood: "The old gentleman is resting today." ”

So the army was divided into two ways.

"Anna, I'll buy the spell book, and you go change the badge."

"Okay."

Thrandis was familiar with the layout of the Mage's Guild and the various functional areas, and after a little recollection, he turned around and walked towards the third floor, but he went to find President Faeron.

According to the rules of the guild, the high-level mage emblem is made of precious starfall gold, and the certification of each high-level mage is carried out by the president himself.

Soon came to the third layer, and those who could come to the third layer without invitation were basically powerful mages who had achieved fame, at least they also had the power of the mid-level peak.

Soon, Thrandis stood at the door of the president's office.

The door was closed, and there stood two heavily armed guards at the door, and when they saw Thrandis, both of them were a little surprised, and one of them asked, "Ma'am, is there anything I can do for you?" ”

Thrandis stopped 4 meters away from the two of them: "Is the president there?" ”

"Of course, but it's currently on the agenda."

"How long will it take?"

"It should be soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened.

A middle-aged mage who was almost forty walked out, his expression was a little gloomy, and he had a 9-star mysteric gold badge on his chest, which should be a mid-level peak mage.

Thrandis actually has mild face blindness, and he doesn't care much about the outside world, so he doesn't know the identity of this person, but just looks at him casually, nods, and says hello.

President Faeron's voice came from inside the door, "Which mage is standing outside the door?" ”

"President, it's me, Anna. Thrandis. Philand. ”

President Ferron's voice added a layer of laughter: "Ah~ Miss Thrandis"

"No, President, you should call me Mrs. Field."

"All right, Mrs. Philland, please come in."

With that, the doorkeeper moved out of the way and pushed the door open for Thrandis.

When Thrandis entered the president's office, he found Pheren sitting behind an extraordinarily large red oak desk.

As you can see, the table is very new, it must have just been replaced, and a high-quality red oak table like this costs 300 crowns each.

Thinking back to the days when he had received 15 crowns of relief in the past year, Thrandis felt like a nightmare, and his perception of Pheren was greatly reduced, from impression preference to indifference.

Of course, etiquette still has to be talked about.

He bowed to Faeron and then said what he meant.

"President, I recently changed my meditation imagery and was able to break through the high-level obstacle and be promoted to a high-level sun mage, so I came to receive my high-level badge."

Faeron suddenly showed an unconcealed shock on his face.

"High Sun Mage. Oh~ Mrs. Filand, your talent for magic is truly astounding, but are you sure it's high-level? ”

If he remembered correctly, the other party was only 21 years old, and the speed at which he broke through to the high level was only one year later than the earl of the year.

At this rate, becoming an archmage is almost a no-brainer.

So, he couldn't believe it.

Thrandis's thoughts shook slightly, the mana in his body accelerated and surged, and a faint glimmer suddenly appeared in his eyes.

The bright light in his eyes is a sign unique to high-level mages, and it cannot be disguised.

An extremely gentle smile suddenly appeared on Faeron's face: "Madame Philander, it is an extraordinary honor to be able to witness such an amazing achievement of you. ”

After a pause, he asked again, "But I want to ask, are you still focusing on the study of spells?" ”

"Of course."

"Do you think you're a pure scholar now, or do you occasionally play the role of a mercenary?"

If it had been in the past, of course Thrandis would have said that she was a pure scholar, but now, she had seen through Feren for what she really was.

She replied lightly, "President, you don't have to ask around the bush. Let me be blunt, my husband is a Templar mage, and I am naturally a Templar mage as well. ”

Faeron was stunned, and when he looked closely at Thrandis's expression, he immediately knew that this person could no longer fool.

In that case, he didn't bother to disguise.

The smile on his face faded, and his voice became indifferent.

"Mrs. Philander, I am very disappointed by your answer, but I think you have been deceived by Rosen."

Thrandis's face turned cold: "President, I'm here to do high-level certification, not to listen to your nonsense!" ”

Saying this sentence means that the last bit of affection between the two sides has been torn apart.

Feeron's face turned cold, and he leaned back hard, and his back hit the thick cowhide cushion with a 'poof' sound.

"Thrandis, I admit that your little husband is a bit of a trick, but he is too young, and he is a commoner, and he is still a foreigner, and he has reached the peak of his achievements now."

"Without the help of his family, he would never be my opponent in this life!

"As long as I catch my sore feet, I will directly sue the Winterfall Mage Association, maybe he won't even be able to keep his qualifications as an official mage!"

"As for you, woman, you may be a wizard of magic, but you are a canary in a cage. You are nothing without Philander to shelter you from the storm! ”

Thrandis clenched his fists when he heard this, and anger surged in his heart: "President, you don't plan to give me a high-level emblem, do you?" ”

"No~ I'll give it to you."

As soon as Fei Lun stretched out his hand, a small wooden box flew into his hand, and when he opened the lid, inside was a high-level emblem made of emerald green starfall gold, which was also the dream of countless mages.

He flipped his hand, and the wooden box fell from his hand to the floor in front of the table, and the emblem fell out and rolled on the ground.

"If you want, pick it up yourself, woman."

Seeing that Thrandis's face was like frost, he raised a finger and shook it in front of him, smiling slightly.

"Don't be angry, and don't try to use spells on me to vent your anger, the real world is much crueler than you think!"

"I can kill you here as long as I want, and your husband can only come and collect your body."

"If he can't suppress his anger and does something to me, then I can fight back with dignity and send you husband and wife to the kingdom of God together."

"Maybe someone will spit on me behind my back, Earl. If she had been an earl, she might have punished me, but only as a punishment. ”

"I don't care, it's just spending money to tie up relationships."

"Coincidentally, I have money!"

Of course, he wouldn't really kill people in the guild, he just wanted to humiliate this nerdy female mage who betrayed the scholar sect and vent his anger.

He also understands the other person's personality, status, and ability, and knows that there are almost no after-effects of doing so.

Thrandis turned pale when she heard this, for she found that the other party could indeed do this, and although the consequences were great, with his status and prestige, he could indeed bear it.

But at this moment, an indifferent voice came from outside the door.

"Feren, if you dare to do it, then I guarantee that the most exciting news in Silvermoon Castle tomorrow must be that President Feren has died tragically in the office, and there are no corpses dead!"

It's Lawson.