……

Since the South is now at war, according to the rules of the War Order, local registered mages like Matthew must report to the Alliance when they act across regions.

This is because the actions of the registered mage himself represent the external attitude of the place of registration, and the purpose of reporting is to avoid unnecessary disputes.

Of course, this clause is actually quite lenient for mages.

It's okay not to report the past.

But out of respect for the Alliance, I still made a trip to the Alliance office in the Crucible House.

Through the mechanical dwarf David, Matthew reported his upcoming visit to Overwatch Heights to the Alliance.

The procedure is quick.

It was done in a few minutes.

A moment later.

David gives Matthew a wartime magic pass.

Meanwhile.

He also brought another piece of news:

"The Silver Council has been very interested in your trip to the Warden Heights after learning that you are heading to the Warden Heights, and they have commissioned me to ask you if you are interested in intervening in the current chaos in the Warden Heights?"

"Frankly, the Silver Council has been keeping an eye on the woes of the Overseer Heights, but due to their lack of manpower, it is difficult for them to send enough mages to assist the Druid Order in dealing with the growing Blight and Scourge Order."

"At present, the alliance has sent an additional 'Hall Mage' to the Warden Heights to solve the problem, but after all, the 'Hall Mage' is from the academy and has little practical experience, and the Silver Council is worried that he will not be able to solve the problem alone, so after learning that a doer like you is just going to the Warden Heights, I hope that you can work with the Hall Mage to calm the current chaos in the Warden Heights."

"If you're willing to take on this commission, the Silver Council will give you a generous reward, and you can choose either method of settlement - gold or knowledge points, either."

David the Mechanical Gnome recounted the Silver Council's mandate in one breath.

Matthew's expression remained unchanged on the surface.

But he secretly frowned in his heart.

He didn't really want to get involved in the troubled waters, he just wanted to go over and see how Lyla and Eli were doing, and make sure they were safe and sound.

If you have time.

He would also check the remnants of the Traces of the Dead in the Watcher's Heights to add practical experience to the Umbrella Project.

So he thought about it and said as tactfully as he could:

"I'm sorry, but I have another purpose for this trip, and I'm afraid it's hard to be distracted to solve the current predicament of Warden Heights."

David blinked:

"Don't you even want to hear the price?"

Matthew smiled slightly and replied politely:

"Then tell me about it."

In fact, he had already made up his mind in his heart, no matter how much the Silver Council gave, he had to find a way to refuse.

"1,000,000 gold coins, which can be paid in cash."

David said.

Matthew's mouth opened slightly, but he didn't make a sound.

"1 million is mine alone?"

He couldn't believe it.

David said calmly:

"Of course, the Silver Council never plays with words."

"That hall mage belongs to the Floating City of the Far North and is not under the jurisdiction of the Silver Council, so theoretically he can't get the reward of the Silver Council."

"In addition, there are some kittens compared to that temple mage, the Silver Council prefers that a registered mage like you can solve the problem, which involves some unspeakable power struggles within the alliance."

"But you don't need to worry too much, although you are a registered mage, and theoretically under the jurisdiction of the Silver Council, because of Lady Isabel, the Silver Council is only your nominal superior, so no one dares to ask you any trouble whether you refuse or accept this commission."

It may be that I have more dealings with Matthew.

David was honest.

Matthew simply expressed his doubts:

"So that's why the Silver Council chose me?"

David shook his head:

"That's not it, it's really because of a coincidence that I entrusted you to do this - I just happened to be over, so send me over and ask you what you mean, it's that simple."

Matthew asked rhetorically:

"What if I don't plan to visit Overwatch Heights anytime soon?"

David said:

"Then we can only count on that temple mage to save the druids of the Overlord Heights."

"I know this sounds a little unreasonable, but the Alliance is really short of manpower, and before that, after the attack on the Earth Society, I asked the Alliance for help, and the Alliance immediately sent two mages from the "Evaporation Squad" over.

The two mages killed quite a few cultists in the Overseer Heights.

But here's the problem.

The number of cultists in the Overden Heights was a bit excessive, and the vapor team was busy, so the two mages left after killing a wave.

Not long after.

The Druid Order was under an even more severe siege.

The cultists appeared like a tidal wave, attacking the headquarters of the Earth Society like crazy.

The Cross City was stormy and fell into decay overnight.

After that.

Based on the principle of proximity, the Alliance also wants to assign Good, the registered mage of Riptide City, and Wintermoon Ailan, the registered mage of the Jade Firmament, to join forces to quell the chaos in the Warden Heights.

But here's the problem.

Master Gude studied the art of immortality behind closed doors, and the Alliance's commission had no effect on him at all;

Lady Ai Lan was also unable to escape because of the scars of the dead that were becoming more and more active in the Jade Garden.

The matter dragged on for a long time, and the Silver Council could not find a suitable candidate.

A while ago, after Lord Ekmond learned of this, he specially asked someone to transfer a powerful hall mage from the Hall of Humility in the Floating City in the extreme north to solve the problem.

But then again.

Who could expect a young mage with no practical experience to solve the complex problems of the Overlord Heights?

The Silver Council was not optimistic about the so-called genius, and the reason why they agreed to the dispatch of the Far North Floating City was purely because there were really no manpower. ”

Matthew nodded slightly.

The Hall Mage is also a very transcendent existence within the Seven Saints Alliance.

They are the most gifted of all mages, and they are the geniuses of mages.

Most of the temple mages have been screened from major magic academies since they were young and sent to the Far North Floating City to receive the best magical education.

The best of them have direct access to the Hall of Humility or the Hall of Wisdom of the Three Great Halls.

Within the Alliance, it belongs to a privileged group of people who are completely unproductive, but enjoy extremely high welfare.

A practical mage like the Silver Council, who usually needs to worry about all kinds of things, naturally looks down on a pure academic palace mage.

The first time Matthew heard the word temple mage came out of Margaret's mouth.

Margaret hated the temple mage very much.

Because she was screened out in the first round of selection at a very young age.

She's always been a bit of a critic of this.

Later, she also proved with hard work that she was no worse than those gifted hall mages.

In short, in the eyes of registered mages or mages with practical experience.

The temple mages are either nerds who only know how to study the theory of magic, or they are extremely talented mages.

Matthew didn't have any prejudice against the temple mage.

After all, he was a wild man in the eyes of every mage in the alliance.

"What's the name of that Hall Mage?"

He asked.

"Hibbert."

David immediately replied:

"Although the Silver Council was full of doubts about Mr. Hibbert's business ability, it still spoke highly of him in other respects."

"He is a male mage with a very gentle personality, and he does not have the arrogant posture of other hall mages at all."

"His magical talent is among the top three in the history of the league, and he is a true genius."

Matthew was a little surprised:

"Top three in history?"

"And how does this Mr. Hibbert compare to Archmage Ronan?"

David shook his head:

"Even among the existing Seven Saints, Mr. Ronan is not the most talented one."

"Oh?"

Matthew was intrigued:

"Who's the most talented?"

David affirmed,

"Guardian of the West, Lady Yuruo, her talent is the first of the Seven Saints as assessed by Lady Isabel herself."

"The second is not Ronan, but Roderick, the guardian of the north, whose talent in the realm of prophecy is close to that of the Terran sage of the past - the latter is an apocalyptic sorcerer favored by the plane."

"Archmage Ronan's talent is only in the third."

Matthew slurred to himself.

The Seven Saints Alliance is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger, and Ronan's talent is so fierce that he can only rank third in the Seven Saints.

It's a pity that he has no impression of the guardian of the West, only that it is a female mage who has no end in sight, and she is usually at the former site of the Alliance, Brettonson, the land of natural disasters, and is responsible for guarding some of the secrets of the Alliance.

"Then you mean, that mage named Hibbert has a talent stronger than the existing Seven Saints?"

Matthew was piqued with curiosity.

David nodded:

"I guess that's what everyone says, after all."

"As circumstantial evidence, Mr. Hibbert is the only mage who has been accepted as a student by Ms. Youruo, and Ms. Youruo once admitted that she has only one criterion for selecting students, that is, talent, only people whose talent is close to her or even higher than her have the opportunity to become her student, and only Hibbert has done it at present."

"Although Hibbert became a student of Ms. Youruo, the latter was unable to go into retreat, and I remember that Hibbert had only met Ms. Youruo once, but this did not affect the authoritative certification of the former's talent."

After hearing this, Matthew couldn't help but complain:

"What is the difference between accepting students and not meeting them, and confiscation?"

David smiled and said:

"There are also a lot of rumors about this within the alliance, and one of the more recognized theories is that Ms. Youruo is lazy by nature and is unwilling to teach students at all, choose the most talented, and after completing the indicators given by the alliance, she can completely let him be self-taught, anyway, she was completely self-taught."

Matthew was amazed.

Every time he learned about the secret rumors of these high-level mages, his eyes lit up.

No wonder Ekmond worked tirelessly on this.

If you have to have his ability, it is estimated that you will read the gossip if you have nothing to do!

"Okay, I'll take this commission for the time being, but whether I want to actually carry it out or not will have to wait until I go to the Overwatch Heights to find out."

Matthew was very interested in the genius named Hibbert.

Of course.

1 million was the most important reason for his decision.

"I see, we'll let Mr. Hibbert know as soon as possible that he'll be meeting you at the Horn Guild in Overwatch Heights, and we hope you two can work together happily."

David said expertly.

Matthew hurriedly asked:

"How's Hibbert looking?"

David said unhurriedly:

"Mr. Hibbert has a very good temperament, and you can recognize him at a glance in the crowd."

"Remember, the melancholy and misty eyes, the white face is always written with confusion - he must be the one who meets this condition and has a unique temperament."

Matthew thought for a moment:

"The description sounds a bit like a poet."

David clapped his hands vigorously:

"Yes, the one who most resembles a poet is him."

"I also need to remind you that Mr. Hibbert, although he is a good man, he also has a little problem."

"Sometimes he will seem more confused, it's not that he doesn't respect you, it's an innate flaw, I hope you don't mind."

Always looking lost?

Could it be the mage Chen mentioned earlier?

Matthew muttered to himself.

After quickly finalizing the formalities with David.

Matthew returns to Rolling Stone.

After that, he cleaned up and took Bing and Peggy through the teleportation array of the Crucible House and headed straight for the Watcher Heights.

After paying an expensive delivery fee.

The figures of the three appeared on a high platform in mid-air.

The slight discomfort quickly subsided.

The wind in mid-air lifted Matthew's spirits, and the sight before him was even more enlightening.

He saw high mountains rising in the distant sky, with clouds wrapped around the mountainside, where the heavens and the earth seemed to be next to each other.

A faint dragon groan came from the other side of the mountain.

When they reached the platform, all that was left was a vague majesty.

Matthew's dragon-slaying realm responded automatically, vaguely discerning that it was the singing voice of a golden dragon.

It was the northern part of the Overseer Heights, the Helen Mountains and the Cloud Plateau in the middle of the continent.

In that area.

Scattered among tribes of highlanders, trolls, goblins, and other intelligent subspecies.

The Helen Mountains are also the territory of the metal dragons.

As far as Matthew knows, there are more than 10 metal dragons nesting in the area, two of which are legendary dragons.

He stepped out of the teleportation array and looked in other directions—

To the southeast were lush forests with no end in sight, and the part of the woods closest to the Watcher's Heights was in severe withering and decay.

It is the old capital of the Wood Elves, the Court of Fallen Leaves, now occupied by the green dragon Fatina and some strange spider-like intelligent life;

To the east of the Garden of Fallen Leaves, there is a solemn Black Forest, where the Night Elves inhabit the Eternal Song Forest.

Further south, it is the most familiar jade garden in human society.

And to the southwest.

A vast plain stretches silently to the foot of the Watcher's Heights.

On the plain, there are three rivers that are almost parallel and rushing happily.

Riptide Plains and the most brilliant city on it, Riptide City, are named after it.

The flat terrain stretches all the way to the Watchman Heights, creating a dramatic bulge that diverts the three rivers, one to the north and two to the south.

This is the Overseer Heights, a land of highly developed forest resources and pristine wildness.

Matthew took in the view.

Then ride the magic carpet towards the human settlement.

The most prosperous area of Overwatch Heights is the Cross City, home to the headquarters of the Druid Order and home to the largest number of mercenaries in the entire South.

In the beginning.

There are actually only two crossroads running from north to south, and merchants set up tents at the crossroads to do small business.

The druids emerged from the woods to the west and east, where they worked to repair the damage done to the Court of Fallen Leaves and watch over the remnants of the Marks of the Dead.

Gradually.

Crossroads began to flourish and eventually evolved into Crossroads.

Due to its close trade with the plateau, the commerce of the Cross City was once highly developed.

But with the change of situation.

The conservative forces within the Druid Order continued to expand, and the trade atmosphere in the Cross City was also affected.

Since then, it has been raided by cultists such as the Blight Order and the Scourge Order.

Time.

The people in the Cross City were terrified.

Many people have fled elsewhere.

So when Matthew crossed the rudimentary city walls and reached the streets of the Cross City, he felt a bleak smell.

Pedestrians are in a hurry on the road.

There is a look of vigilance in the eyes of those who pass.

It's just early autumn.

The street trees on both sides of the street are already covered with leaves.

The leaves are not taken care of at all.

This is clearly not what a normal druid city should look like.

"Why doesn't this place even have a street sign?"

Peggy looked around:

"How do we find the Horn Guild?"

Matthew pouted forward:

"The Horn Guild was originally called the House of the Horn, an organization of druids who took in the homeless.

But somehow, it gradually became a gathering place for adventurers trying to go to the cloud plateau and the Helen Mountains.

He is still nominally an official charity organization in Cross City, but in fact he already has the rudiments of an underground guild.

It should be the most visited place in Crosstown.

Let's go ahead and see where most of the people are. ”

The trio made their way along the main road.

Halfway through.

Suddenly, a little girl with a dirty face stopped in front of Matthew.

She looked at Matthew innocently with a pair of big clear eyes:

"Sir, can you give me something to eat?"

"I haven't eaten in two days."

Right now.

A teenager walked past him quickly, quick to get something out of Matthew.

Can be a second.

He exclaimed.

A skeleton's claw pressed his hand—

Bing's knife was also on his neck.

That moment.

The girl's face turned pale.

The boy pleaded:

"I'm sorry sir, I'm so hungry."

Matthew glanced at the boy and motioned for Bing to let go.

Then he asked the girl:

"Are you really hungry?"

The girl was so frightened that she couldn't speak, and after a while, she stroked her shriveled little belly and said:

"I, I, I'm hungry, really hungry......"

Matthew didn't say much.

He took out a lot of bread and some water from his bag and handed them to the girl and the boy.

Then wave your hand at them:

"Let's go."

The boy ran away with the bread in his arms ecstatic.

The girl was stunned for a moment.

She said to Matthew:

"Thank you!"

As he spoke, he followed the boy and ran to a nearby alley and disappeared.

"Shall I come along?"

Peggy said with some trepidation.

"Yes."

This little episode did not affect Matthew's progress.

After watching Peggy leave, he continued with Bing.

Soon.

In front of them appeared a tall, ancient mud building, with a plaque of the Horn Guild hanging on the gate.

But what puzzled Matthew was.

There weren't many people in the hall of the Horn Guild, and the crowd of people nearby seemed to be crowded into a small square next to it.

He followed Ah Bing and leaned over.

You can still hear a lot of people talking along the way.

"What are they watching?"

Matthew approached with curiosity.

The next second.

There was a loud bang.

But when I saw the place surrounded by people, a beam of magic fireworks rose into the sky.

Brilliant fireworks explode quickly, leaving a bright emblem in the sky.

Followed by.

Three lines of magic that made Matthew jaw-dropping suspended in the air above the square for a long time—

……

"Welcome to Rolling Stone's Archmage, Matthew, to the Watcher's Heights.

I'm Hibbert.

I'm waiting for you here."

……

Those three lines of text floated in the sky for a long time.

Matthew blushed as he listened to the people next to him talking about who Matthew was.

For a moment.

He even wanted to just leave.

But in the end, he squeezed through the crowd and looked inside curiously.

But in the middle of the crowd, there was a man with a well-proportioned body and deep-set eyes.

His eyes are very clear, but he always exudes a blank temperament.

Facing everyone's puzzled gaze.

He didn't seem to feel anything out of the ordinary, just rubbing a magic firework every 10 seconds.

The text above is also set in stone.

Every time he sets off fireworks.

Matthew felt like he was being whipped.

So he finally mustered up the courage to step forward:

"Hello, Mr. Hibbert."

"I'm coming."

Hibbert replied somewhat absent-mindedly:

"Oh, I'm sorry, but I'm not a fireworks seller."

Matthew was slightly stunned, and he raised his voice slightly:

"I'm not here to buy fireworks."

"I'm Matthew."

Unexpectedly, Hibbert asked him with a blank face:

"Who is Matthew?"

……

(End of chapter)