Laxis Flotica leaned wearily on the back of her crystal chair, the crystal disc at the top of the upright high-backed chair like a mirror, reflecting the faces of different expressions. Nine delicate high-backed chairs are arranged in a circle, surrounding the platform as bright as the full moon, as if an infinite zenith casts a beam of light on the platform, and the light slowly rotates like an elegant rainbow pouring down from the sky.

The "Pavilion of Order" is a very special place.

In this hall, there is no floor, no ceiling, no walls, and no walls, sitting here is as if you are sitting in the vast sea of stars, and the streamers flicker silently around everyone, as if many eyes are watching them seriously.

Here, they are the ones in power. They set the "law" and control the "order" of the Wizard Alliance. This is the conference hall of the Magic Tower of Passaette, the headquarters of the Wizarding Alliance, commonly known as the "Pavilion of Order".

But Laxis was really tired today, and she just wanted to get out of this place

Laxis didn't like the Pavilion of Order at all, and while there were many people who longed for a place in the chamber, she didn't. Sitting in the seat of the "Chamber of Order" makes one feel like one of the gods sitting upright in the universe, but Laxis always feels as if she will fall if she is not careful, and will disappear from this world completely, leaving no bones left.

Recently, something happened that gave her a lot of headaches.

Not long ago, she had received a letter from her friend in the Templar of Judgment, Katerina Selin, informing her that the Seventh Demon General, Slos, might be hiding in the Ghost Isles. But the Ghost Isles...... The situation in that place is complicated. There is a group of demonic half-blood descendants living there. She had to hide the secret so that the outcasts would not be wiped out.

But there are some secrets that she can't hide, and there are some things that the World Tree already knows.

The only woman of the Feather Clan standing on the opposite side looked at her with a calm gaze.

In the crystal disc, there was no figure of the feather woman, she stood under the beam, and her almost transparent body had an amazing mystery, as if she was coming from a picture scroll. The "elf" who embodied the soul of the magic artifact world tree turned out to be a woman of the Feather Clan, and it was really hard for people who hadn't seen it with their own eyes to believe it. Her snow-white wings hung silently behind her. The long silver hair between the wings hung down like a waterfall to the shiny platform at his feet. Coiled into a wave. Her eyes were pale gold, similar to someone sitting here.

And that person, like a child, dragged his cheeks, as if he had become interested in his leather shoes. Bow your head and ponder carefully.

Artel Hernos looked like a sixteen-year-old boy. But his actual age. Laxis couldn't guess either. He was in the chamber today, too, which made Laxis feel uncomfortable.

"Flotica, I think you should explain your reasons for attacking Angelo Sears. Also, why did you let Sloth the Seventh Demon General go again?"

Not surprisingly, as soon as the World Tree finished talking about the incident, Osborne Borenfuz spoke.

Osborne Borenfutz's hands in white leather gloves rested upright on his knees, and his face was solemn and solemn in a straight white robe.

At 76 years old, Borenfuz is an out-and-out "old fellow", yet his wrinkled face shines with the ambition of a lion in his prime. A pair of snow-white eyebrows are strong, slightly sparse white hair is neatly combed, and the neckline of the shoulder shirt with gold rimmed is buttoned with a golden eight-pointed star. The eight-pointed star is the symbol of the church in Yellin, and in his youth, Bolenforz was indeed a clergyman.

"You should ask your student why he is following me, he shouldn't have gotten permission to investigate me, right?" Laxiss glanced at him faintly.

There was no obvious anger in Borenfutz's voice, but Laxis knew that the old fellow was just trying to restrain himself. Angelo Shears was brought up by Borenfoez, his loyal student and lackey, and now that Angelo is missing, Borenfoez's heart is probably on fire.

"What the hell have you done?" Bolenforz raised his voice abruptly, "Did Angelo hear your plot with the Seventh Demon General, and you want to kill him?"

Bolenforz's face turned pale, and the few people sitting next to Bollenforz looked at each other quietly, and the eyes that looked at Lexis flashed with indignation, curiosity, or schadenfreude.

"If your student rushes up to you with a sword, you'll want to defend yourself, right?" I think I misunderstood Hills, I thought he was trying to sneak up on me, so I blocked it with a crystal bracelet. There's no way I'm plotting anything with Sloth, and I'm not going to collude with the demons. As for where Hills went, I don't know. Master Borenfutz, you are his most trusted teacher, you don't know, how can we know?"

Laxis's words were uplifting, but her heart was churning.

The World Tree knew that she had lifted the magic restriction in order to fight Sloth, and also knew that Angelo had used the power of the World Tree to open her realm, and then there was a little conflict between her and Angelo, and the magic restriction was restored, and Sloss's whereabouts were unknown. But the most puzzling thing now is that the connection between the World Tree and Angelo Hills was inexplicably broken, and Angelo seemed to have evaporated, and he was never heard from again.

Laxis actually knew what was going on.

She thought it must have been Asa's doing, but she couldn't say. More than half of the people here wanted Asa Hernos's life, and they decided that Asa was the most dangerous illegal magician, and if they thought that Laxis was connected to Asa, there was no doubt that Laxis would be charged with collaborating with the enemy.

Laxis used to be ...... O student of Asa!

"Alright! I'm sure Angelo's disappearance has nothing to do with Laxis!"

At this time, an eighty-five-year-old woman spoke up, and Laxis's heart suddenly beat wildly. Mistress Margaret Esmedra sat in her high-backed chair, covered with purple velvet, like a noble lady, with half-squinted eyes and an impatient expression.

"Angelo is a hairy man, really, hairy, he can't do things, Laxis is much smarter than him, I watched Luxis grow up, they are also young people, Angelo doesn't look very reliable, he just likes flashy things, he runs around all day, all day long, all day long, alas......"

"Lord Esmerdra, do you want to say that Angelo Shears got lost on his own?"

Across a chair from Borenfutz, a middle-aged man sitting in a black-and-red stone-carved high-backed chair laughed unabashedly. Fifty-two-year-old Lune Hlo is not young, but his personality is not stable at all, and he lives up to his title of "Holy Magister of Fire".

"I'd love to ask Master Esmerdra, do you know how to break the connection between a 'Contractor' and the World Tree, even if he discards his pocket watch, that connection won't be broken, hahaha, you say?"

"That's a good question, then, I'll answer it for Lord Esmedra. ”

The crisp and beautiful voice like a lark suddenly sounded, but it was like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and everyone, including the Feather Clan Woman World Tree standing in the middle, moved their eyes to the silver-haired boy who raised his right hand high.

Lune Herlo's face changed suddenly, he wanted to laugh at the Lord Esmerdra, but now the situation seemed to make him more embarrassed.

However, the most nervous person was Laxis. The heart instantly rose to his throat, as if he had been grabbed by a hand. Before returning to the city of Idguerasius, Laxis had been praying silently, praying that the breath she felt under the sea at that time was not a "black star", and had nothing to do with Atel, however

Artel Hernos had raised his head at some point, his silver pocket watch in his left hand and shaking it in front of his face, his face smiling as innocent as a child, but very elegant. (To be continued......)