The light that shone on this spacious hall was white and soft, and more than 100 bald heads in red robes stood together in twos and threes, talking to each other, and their voices were very low, so that the atmosphere of this hall did not become noisy.

Whispering and silence are necessary at such large gatherings, and all red-robed mages are careful to keep their words on inconsequential things, as if intimate information is accidentally exposed on certain sensitive topics, it can be caught by some snooping spell.

On this occasion, the red-robed mages quietly brought out the prudence and cunning that they had cultivated over the years, and they were all cunning to the point of outrageousness.

After Sanophon's judging meeting, Penny was once again in this kind of large gathering of red-robed mages, and felt more and more that this was a kind of exercise.

Penny and Jan Watsy stood in a corner, looking at the huge ballroom with some boredom.

"Take a good look and take a few more looks. Jen Huashi suddenly spoke: "Blackhall Institute, one of the three abyssal gates of Ser is just below here, this is the high-end and sophisticated technology of our spell school, in the history of our invasion of Mulan's wars, the monsters made out of that door can be a large amount of combat power." ”

"Abyssal Gate?"

He had heard that spell summoners often built such otherworldly gates in the weak parts of Ser's various spatial interfaces, and to build such a portal, it required a large number of precious materials and extremely high spell casting ability.

There are not many mage groups above Fei Lun with such technology, and the red-robed mage is the most famous one, and basically every foreign war is indispensable to the presence of various nether creatures.

"It's a pity that it's abandoned. Zhan Huashi spread his hands: "Now that door has long since lost the power to teleport a large number of monsters. ”

Abandonment?Penny nodded, if there is no extremely powerful mysterious power to support, in the changing state of time and space, the breaking of the portal is an extremely common thing, and the larger the portal, the easier it is to break it, so every such large Otherworldly Gate rarely has a shelf life of more than a hundred years.

As a spellcaster who delves into the spell school of magic, of course, you should be familiar with this knowledge.

"However, it is still possible to summon scattered monsters from them for magical research, or for other purposes. Zhan Huashi continued, "So now this is one of the core research institutes of the spell system. ”

Penny nodded.

"Then why did Master Neveron gather us?" Penny frowned again.

As soon as he woke up in the morning, he was taken to this place by his mentor, and after a long time of jolting, he was still a little confused.

"It's just an academic seminar. Zhan Huashi also shook his head: "As a spell master, it is my duty to respond to the Chief's call. ”

"Symposium?" Penny thought for a moment, which should be a more important thing to do as a group of magicians, "What should we do?"

"Watching a play. Zhan Huashi said lightly: "If you look at the show, the academic research of those high-level tutors is very valuable for reference." ”

He glanced at Penny, "If you focus on arcane research, you should benefit a lot from it, but you haven't really started yet, so I'm afraid it's hard to get more out of it." ”

A real primer.

Penny thought for a moment, and according to Sazastan's Black Book, only an arcane spellcaster with his own methodology was considered an entry-level mage.

The arcane techniques derived from each high-level mage's unique methodology are unique and learn from each other, which is indeed of great value to the arcane path.

Even legendary spellcasters with abilities beyond the mundane will draw inspiration and wisdom from this exchange.

This is also the reason for the existence of academic seminars. ...,

However, for a beginner mage like Penny, he was just going to join in the fun when he arrived at this place.

One by one, the high-level spellcasters shuttled through him like a large school of sea fish, and he had to sigh again that this was a country where mages were worthless.

When the mages of the spell school were basically here, some invited guests from other schools also arrived one after another.

Among them were some of Penny's acquaintances, including Lucent Dearmost, who was now the head of the Darren Moore Academy, who met Penny and talked with a smile:

"Well, it's a rare thing, I thought I'd see you again in a while, dear little Sean. ”

"It's a pleasure to have your attention. Penny politely owed.

"It's so much of a stranger to be so polite to me. Lusendier had a kind expression: "I haven't thanked you yet." ”

"Well, dear Moster, you are so fond of this little friend?" another voice came, but it was from Archmage Nosnoah, and when he arrived, the atmosphere in the whole hall changed subtly.

It seems to be a little more lively.

This is the heaviest guest of this academic seminar.

"Well, Lord Nosnoah, it's a great honor to meet you. ”

Lusendier exaggeratedly owes himself.

"Eliminate these useless politenesses. The archmage waved his hand, "We're still waiting to see what kind of surprise Lord Neveron will bring us." ”

"I'm sure that lady will surprise us. Luxendier greeted him carefully.

Penny was silent, and in this kind of place, he could clearly feel the rank of the red-robed mage.

A high-level mentor may be able to communicate and talk with an archmage without any obstacles, but a low-level red-robed who has just been promoted has a good conversation with an archmage, which is a bit too conspicuous.

In fact, Nosnoah's words just now had successfully attracted the attention of many Dao eyes.

One of them is particularly focused and profound.

This gaze came from Nosnoah's body.

When Penny saw the lace on the red robe, he knew that this was a high-level mentor who was not weak, and the face of this high-level mage made him feel a little surprised.

If it hadn't been beautified with arcane art, the face was too handsome, and there was something familiar between the eyebrows, as if it looked like a person.

"Oh, you're Saban's acting consul?" he nodded when he saw the man speak to himself.

In any case, a higher guru is not something that he can offend.

"I'm Freez Fairlandlin. The strange high-level mentor smiled: "I am about to become your direct boss, I hope we can work together in harmony." ”

Penny's eyelids jumped, and he finally knew where this familiar feeling came from, and he was even more careful: "It turned out to be Lord Ferrandlin. ”

"Freze, don't talk about these inconsequential things. Nosnoah frowned: "This is an academic seminar. ”

Freze Fairlandlin stopped talking, but just glanced at Penny a few more times, and there was a lot of meaning in his eyes.

However, Penny did not have a very good impression of this man, because the impression of this man's daughter was too bad for him, and the vague tone in these words and the hidden sharpness in his gaze gave him a cold feeling.

This is not an easy guy to deal with.

Penny made a judgment.

But Ferrandlin had a different idea in his heart, and he looked at Penny Sean, and then at Jan Huashi behind the little mage, and felt very ridiculous, and deeply felt wasteful.

Being able to come into contact with the Fourth Ring spell at the age of sixteen and be able to make such a big career in the southern mountains shows the excellence of this little boy. ...,

Even he himself was a little vaguely jealous.

If a family gets such an excellent child, it will inevitably absorb it with the core bloodline and cultivate it as a pillar of talent, just like himself.

However, this child married a collateral bloodline with a relatively ordinary family background.

"It's a pity, it's a pity. He secretly sighed in his heart for this kind of violent thing, and began to think about how to let this junior create benefits for himself to the greatest extent.

This has become the inertia of his thinking.

What doesn't benefit you is no different from a stone on the side of the street.

He couldn't help but think about the situation in the south, and as soon as the two heads were sent to Searshan, a good show was expected to be staged in the seat of the parliament, and what kind of changes were about to occur in the south could also be imagined.

That region bore the brunt.

Ferrandlin rubbed his chin and began to think about how it would be appropriate to intervene in this war.

However, he understands that the division of interests in this war depends largely on the initiator of the war.

For example, Odyssilon, who has a powerful military department, and Fras, who provides the greatest opportunity for this war, will get the biggest piece of the cake.

And Bouvare, as a veteran family that has always been very close to Odyssilon, is also indispensable for a cake.

Dalamos was embarrassed.

Although the core of the family is not overly inclined to warring and the two factions, due to the excessively strong position of the Necromantic Chief over the past few hundred years, the family has been targeted by Bouval, and Sazastan himself is also under the dike and vigilance of the leaders of other families.

For example, the legendary mage of Boval, the chief of the spelling school, Neveron, the most powerful spellcaster in almost all of Serre except Sazastan, has always been a clear opponent of Sazastan. Another legendary mage of Odyssyllon, the head of the Enchantment School, Rouzorrell, also has a bad relationship with the Chief Necromancy.

After the disappearance of the former head of the plastic energy department, Aznasher, taking advantage of the great loss of Sazastan's momentum, Neveron and Lauzorell supported Odyssilon's archmage Veroka to become the head of the plastic energy department, and the momentum was great.

Under the pressure of a group of political opponents, Sazakstan chose to support the trade faction dominated by Focal and Rem for a long time, which deepened the contradiction between Dalamos and Odyssillon.

However, when war is inevitable, many people in Dalamos still want to benefit from it.

In fact, the current Necromantic Chief rarely interferes in Searle's administration in the general political direction, so most of the middle- and lower-level Dalamos members have their own small calculations.

In short, this war is a big cake of abundance.

You can't stand stupidly next to you like a stake, looking for a chance to get a piece of the pie.

This was Ferrandlin's idea.

It was at this time that the host of the party walked into the venue.

The red-robed mage didn't have any special lace on his neckline and cuffs.

A flawless bright red.

His appearance attracts everyone's attention.

The face with the hooked nose was not wide, and the deep-set eye sockets made the face look full of personality.

It's a face that's enough to be remembered at a glance.

Of course, it's hard to tell the mage's age by the face.

When Penny's gaze was projected, a strong force emanated from the red robe, as if with a huge attraction, sucking his mind in, and just when his spirit was highly condensed, a chaotic and powerful force rushed to his face, as if the red robe had turned into a sea of blood full of demons.

The pungent smell of blood enters the nasal passages.

He frowned.

When I opened my eyes, I realized that it was an illusory feeling. ...,

This legendary mage has a very different temperament from the one he saw on the Selgau Mountain.

Like a deep purgatory, dangerous and deep.

This is Neveron, the chief mage of the Spelling School.

It doesn't take much judgment to let Penny know who this mage is.

Many high-level teachers and archmages had already greeted them and began to greet them in a routine manner.

However, Penny's gaze fell on a young mage behind Neveron, and in a short glance, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he hesitated for a moment, and quickly turned away while many mages were obscuring their vision.

This anomaly barely attracted the attention of any mage, as there was no reason why a legendary mage should not be welcomed by a large number of high-ranking mages.

Among the many mid-level red robes, Sazarstan's influence is declining on a steady trend year by year, and as the rumored chief mage second only to Sazastan in power, Neveron is currently in hot demand.

After a moment of commotion, Neveron noticed that the young mage's gaze had been lingering in one place.

He thought about it for a moment, and it seemed that his disciple had been doing this for a while.

"Lifal, what are you looking at?"

"Nothing. Lifal Odyssillon shook his head, a puzzled look in his eyes.

"Fool, just catch up with him there and get him out," a crazy voice roared in his heart.

He frowned, ignoring the demon's call, for he could barely see anything in his field of vision except for a large patch of red robes.

At this time, he can't be rude at will.

However, he also had a sense of anticipation in his heart, and after a few months, when he was about to lose hope, he caught a clue here.

He narrowed his eyes.

Do a good job of investigating it afterwards...... ，