As the light of the teleportation technique dissipated, a blonde lady in silver armor appeared in the middle of the hidden hall, the gloomy atmosphere seemed to make her feel a little uncomfortable, and her expression darkened visibly when she saw the dozen or so sick red robes present.

It was clear that these old and sick 'remnants' had aroused a sense of compassion in her heart, but such a performance did not satisfy the red-robed mages present, especially Nildron and Lulan Boire, who were sitting on the throne.

They stared at the emblem on the blonde lady's chest, and said to Penny in a questioning tone, "Oh, who have you summoned? A guardian warrior of the Temple of Justice? Lord Sean, don't tell me that you want to inspire us with the radiance of the God of Justice. ”

"This is the samurai chief of the Cathedral of Blind Truth, Lady Grofia. Penny shook his head, not directly replying to Nildron's slightly rude question, "You need to prove that I am not in the same league as Lord Sazastan, and I think there is nothing more convincing than the affirmation from the gods of the upper realms." ”

Nieldron froze for a moment, then looked at Loulan Boire instead.

Obviously, Panny's words are very reasonable, Sazastan's behavior is undoubtedly contrary to the concept of the gods of the upper realm, if Penny Sean is really approved by the gods of the upper realm, then he must not be the same person as Sazastan.

However, this method of 'proof' is undoubtedly a little strange for the group of red-robed mages.

You see, this famous group of spellcasters in Feron is known for its evil, but now there is a man who has used the messengers of the gods of the upper realm to gain their trust and convince them that this man is not an enemy.

Whether it was Neil Dron or Lulan Boire, and even every red-robed wizard in the room, there was a strange feeling in their hearts, and this strange feeling caused them to fall silent, and this silence lasted for a breath or two before Penny broke it, and he saw that these people were silent. With a strange expression, thinking that the evidence he had 'presented' was not convincing enough, he added: "Not only the Lord of Justice, but all the Upper Realm gods of Torrell can testify for me." I am by no means a minion of Lord Sazastan, and if you don't believe me, you can go to the Vast Lands, or even any of the temples of the gods of the Upper Realm, in Faeron, right now, and ask questions about this issue. ”

This statement caused all the red-robed mages in the chamber to open their mouths, and they stared at Penny incredulously in disbelief. It seemed to be to confirm whether the red-robed mage, who looked extremely young, was blowing nonsense - the answer was obviously no, this kind of lie was too easy to debunk, and it would be tantamount to self-deception to use such a lie to deceive others.

However, this made all the red-robed mages present not know what to do, and they looked at Penny in the center of the hall in confusion, their eyes focused on trying to find those dazzling upper realm brilliance behind this red-robed guy.

"Ahem...... Sean, you really gave us a huge surprise. Lulan Boire laughed dryly: "But did you make a mistake ......?"

"Proof what you want. I have given it to you on behalf of my Majesty, gentlemen of Serge. Sera Grofia, who had been silent and willing to put things on display, suddenly spoke, and a soft voice came into the ears of every red-robed mage: "You should not be unclear. We 'stupid and boring Tyr doglegs' never tell lies, and if you are still not reassured, there are many temples of the gods of the Upper Realms in Raven Bluff, and you can confirm it now, in less than a quarter of an hour. ”

"No, no, no, Miss Paladin, we don't have any doubts about the authenticity of the evidence, but we have some opinion about the 'evidence' itself. Neil Deron looked at Penny with a strange look, "I said Lord Sean, are you trying to inspire us 'dark and evil' arcane researchers in the light of the gods of the Upper Realm? Only then did we know too little. ”...,

He turned to Lulan Boire, "Boire, he has deviated from the position of the Red Mage. ”

Bouvard's face was pensive and worried, and he stared at Penny with that suspicious gaze - was the red-robed mage who could be blessed by almost all the gods of the upper realm, or the red-robed mage?

"Position?, Lord Neildron, are you questioning my position?" Penny cocked his fingers. He looked at Neil Delon with a calm gaze: "Then can I, a junior, humbly ask you, what is the position of our Red Robe Mage Society?"

"Of course it is......" Neil Deron opened his mouth to answer, but was immediately stunned.

The expression of Bouval next to him also became strange.

"Everyone~ who can answer my question? Who can? Whoever it is!" Penny stood up, spread his hands, and looked around at all the red-robed mages in the hall, and everywhere he looked, he only saw a blank look: "Can any of you answer? What is the position and purpose of our red-robed mage association?"

Silent......

After a long time, Lulan Boire coughed, a few tired expressions appeared on his face, and deep confusion appeared in his sight: "Sean...... Say whatever you want. ”

"Frankly, you may not like the identity of the Red Robe Mage, at least not when I first entered the Red Robe Mage Guild. Penny walked slowly down the hall, passing in front of everyone in the red robe, looking up at the ceiling, with emotion and sighing in his tone: "I don't think anyone likes it, maybe there is, but very few...... Think about it, we were dragged out of the house at an age when we didn't understand bullshit, and we were forced to learn a lot of things that were difficult to learn - if we didn't learn fast enough, we would die, and we had to be afraid to be killed by classmates or mentors who didn't like it, oh~ I think, people who will like this kind of life must be born psychopathic, do you say?"

His dry humor did not provoke any laughter, but it caused many young red-robed mages to hang their heads, and the faces of Loulan Boire and Nildron also became slightly dazed.

Sierra looked at the wizard who was talking in amazement, and some complicated emotions welled up in her heart.

"Well, since you haven't died in this kind of life, I think you should get used to it, if you don't get used to it, I don't think you can live to the present, what are you used to?" Penny walked up to a red-robed mage, "Tell me, what are you used to? Fraud, betrayal, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, judging the situation, or bullying the weak and fearing the hard? Or nurturing the threat in the bud? Or doing whatever it takes for one's own benefit, or being patient with the mentor and the support from above. Silently gritted his teeth and endured those tasks of his life, and waited with the thought of replacing them? Is that so? Is it so, if my memory is not too bad, the life of the red-robed mage. It seems like that, doesn't it?"

Luran Boire opened his mouth to say something, but eventually shook his head.

"This is the purpose of the Red Robe Mage, can you say that these are the purpose of the Red Robe Mage Society?" Penny raised his tone, "Answer me, has any of the Red Robe Mages publicly declared that these are the positions and purposes of the Red Robe Mages?"

"Who made us enemies of the gods of the upper realms in the days that passed, and who made us dark or evil?...... Still no one answered. Well, I'll try to answer, it's for ourselves, of course, for our own good, for the good of the Red Mage Society, for the good of us dark and evil wizards. Penny paused: "No one disagrees with that, does it?" well, everybody, ......."

Luran Boire sighed.

"We are taught that we are destined to pursue greater power throughout our lives. More wealth, more power, I think most of my colleagues think that. This is nothing, the Red Robe Mage Society is to cultivate such people, and this is also the idea of the ancestors who founded the Red Robe Mage Association. Penny shook his head: "Well, probably not many of you will miss the life of childhood, but fate has not given us the power to choose, at least most of our colleagues have not ......" His eyes were in a trance: "But since you have come to this point and accepted this idea, then there seems to be no better path than to go down this path, doesn't it?...,

As for the position of the Red Robe Mage Society......"

Penny cleared his throat. Brewed a few words:

“...... Our ancestors fought hard to conquer the chaotic and barren lands left behind by the Orc Gate Wars and built the most powerful nation in the Desperate Eastern Regions, oh, don't get me wrong, they left nothing to say that we would like to carry the empire forward. The Red Mage Guild and Serre have survived to the present day because of our philosophy - every Red Mage is fighting for his own interests. Guys, am I wrong?"

"In the same way that profit drives us to expand, interest that keeps our internal struggles endless, interests that make us enemies of all our neighbors, interests that cause us to conflict with the believers of the gods of the upper realm, in the same way that we can trade with outsiders, or ally with the Tucans of the steppe, or we can be treacherous.

Every red-robed mage struggles every day to learn more arcane knowledge and gain more power...... The order of the Red Robe Mage Guild is also built on the basis of these concepts......

These ideas and orders are left to us by the ancestors of the Red Robe Mage Society...... But what about now?"

The wizard's voice took a sharp turn, causing the hearts of all who listened to beat abruptly:

"What about our interests? What are we left of? Ladies and gentlemen, we have been driven out of Serre like wild dogs, and now we are hiding in this dark basement in fear, not only to guard against the eradication of the grass and roots of Sazastan, but also to watch out for the revenge of our former enemies, for our authority has been lost, our business is completely ruined, our fortune is about to be exhausted, and even a few people are dead...... I think if the harpist or the moon star still existed, they would be very happy to see this, and the red-robed mage would be finished—at least soon?"

"It's over, it's over......" Neil Delon's expression suddenly became hideous, and he roared at Penny loudly: "Hell, what the hell are you trying to say?!"

"I want you to seriously think about it, the Red Robe Mage Guild has been reduced to this point, where should it go in the future, and where is the future?" Penny smiled, "Isn't this something that should be considered?"

Neil Delon stared at Penny with wide eyes, took a deep breath, and quickly spit out, slumping in his chair, staring blankly at the ceiling, looking depressed.

“...... What do you think?" said Lulan Bouvare in a calm tone, "Where do you think the future of our Red Robe Mage Guild is, Sean?"

He stared at Penny motionlessly, waiting for his answer. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )