At this time of year, it is in the scorching heat of the Searle.

Although the climate in Sanophon is pleasant, the humidity blowing in the bay in the southwest corner of the hot world is as uncomfortable as a large steamer.

However, as the masters of supernatural powers, the red-robed mages can still enjoy the coolness of the arcane power, they sit in the cold wind blowing in the research room, leisurely drink all kinds of expensive drinks, and in some city clubhouses, you can still hear some mages talking about the latest hot topics.

In Palados and Sazaha, south of Serre, the focus was clearly on the dean's election to Darren Moore.

In a low-level guild in Sazahar, a conversation about the contest was taking place among several middle- and lower-level mage apprentices.

In addition to the official red robes of less than 2,000 people, the vast number of apprentices are also an important part of the Red Robe Mage Association.

Most of them are at some stage of their formal studies, and they are considered by their mentors to have limited prospects, or because of their own reasons, they have been delayed in reaching a certain level in the arcane field, so they have been trained to become professional assistants or arcane workers who are proficient in certain aspects.

For example, alchemy, construction, and the manufacture of magical items.

Most of the large number of magical items that Searle leaks out every year are from these apprentices who have been oppressed by the red-robed mages.

For the Red Robe Mage Society, this is the true value of a large number of apprentices.

Some of the apprentices who were highly skilled were even qualified to be assigned only by high-ranking red-robed mages. If you mix well, a mage apprentice in Serre may not have no future.

Therefore, they are not completely free of personal freedom and status, and it is not surprising that there will be a clubhouse dedicated to their amusement in the city, "Shadow Steel Golem? Well, this is the most advanced arcane technology!" The mage supported by Frass is said to have become the Master of the High Ring for only a year. What skills can he have?"

Few high-ranking mages would explain the intricacies of such a campaign to these apprentices, so the information they received was relatively superficial, but it made it easier for them to make judgments.

"Perhaps, but even if he comes up with the technology of the same class, he may not win the ......" An apprentice sighed and shook his head: "In the end, it depends on how they operate behind the scenes, to be honest, I am not optimistic about Frass, their influence is not great." ”

"That's right...... But this time Frass worked okay. The apprentice who spoke first nodded suddenly, but after pondering for a while, he raised his head again: "There is one of them in the council, the one from Odyssillon, I'm afraid he may not be on the side of Ream......"

"Rem also has two people. One of the apprentices interjected, "That lich in Dalamos is notoriously stubborn. ”

"That is to say...... In the end, it depends on the results of technology comparison......"

"Don't think about it any more, guys. A slightly mocking voice came from the corner of the clubhouse: "That spokesman didn't submit the plan until yesterday, you know, it will start tomorrow." ”

"Hmm, why are you so sure?"

"Of course I'm sure, because I've seen the original work of that Lord Lussendilmost. The apprentice in the corner said, "Compared to the Shadow Steel Golem, that crude thing has no technical content. ”

Hearing the 'inside information', the apprentices in the clubhouse had different ideas.

"What's more, my uncle is Lord Paya's assistant, and he told me......" The apprentice in the corner saw that everyone was attracted by his words, and his heart was a little proud: "Lord Paya's Golem sample, but it is specially made by the ** master, and it is not an ordinary Shadow Steel Golem! ”

"Isn't it an ordinary Shadow Steel Golem?" the apprentices were even more surprised, and when they asked, the apprentice suddenly realized that he had talked too much, and quickly found an opportunity to slip away, and a group of apprentices sat back with a regretful sigh and continued to talk.

"Oh, by the way, have you heard of that Luxendir's authorizer?"

In this big show, in addition to those high-level mages who are well-known in Serre, as the spokesperson of Lusendir Most, the low-level red-robed named Penny Sean was also pushed to the forefront, and within a few days, this name appeared in the mouths of many Serles.

No matter what the final outcome of this scene is, the name of this mage will surely reach the ears of most of the members of the red-robed mage club in a short period of time.

"Sixteen years old, fourth ring...... What an amazing achievement. A middle-aged apprentice said with amazement on his face: "As far as I know, in the past ten years, there have been no more than ten adults who have achieved this achievement. ”

Compared to Penny Thean's role in the campaign, most people's eyes are focused on the mage's astonishing arcane achievements.

Although there were many genius mages in this place, a sixteen-year-old fourth-order mage was still enough to attract the attention of most red-robed mages.

A group of apprentices said this, with envious expressions on their faces.

They all know that with their qualifications, it may be difficult to reach that point.

Even if they were officially promoted to become a red robe, it was a very difficult thing for them, and many apprentices still had difficulty touching the edge of the three-ring arcane when they reached the age of forty or fifty.

An attendant watched everything quietly in the corner.

There was a scar at the corner of his eye, which looked very vicious, and although he was serving tea and wine in this clubhouse, he knew his identity very well.

He was an Assassin, a dead soldier raised by a red-robed mage.

In Serre, all sorts of bandit organizations from abroad are mercilessly attacked by the red-robed mages.

This is not because the red-robed mages advocate justice, but because as the largest dark regime in Serre, how could they allow foreign underworld forces to easily enter the territory?

Therefore, except for a few marginal areas, in most areas, the thieves' guild is extinct, so it is basically impossible to hire professional killers in Serre.

When the red-robed mages of each faction plot to assassinate, they will raise some killers for themselves.

Or a master from another country, or a dead man domesticated by himself.

Of course, only a mage with a certain foundation has the capital to do this, such as Lord Antlenz, the consul of Sabanshire.

This squire was the Assassin sent by Antrent in order to take out Penny.

His name is Andom, and he was born from an organization of thieves in the Moon Sea, and during the fight against the Santarim Society, his gang was wiped out, and he fled to Serre, where he took refuge under the Red Mage.

Years of assassination have given him a lot of skills, and it has also allowed him to develop indelible habits, so he is responsible for all kinds of murderous tasks.

However, the assassination of the red-robed mage was the first time.

Therefore, adequate preparation is necessary.

Before contacting the locals, he had to personally inquire about the target's information, which was a professional quality cultivated over the years of licking blood at the tip of the knife.

He listened to the conversation between the various apprentices, and his brows furrowed.

Since the target is in that situation, there seems to be no good chance of assassination for the time being.

He turned to leave, deciding to find a local helper.

And the apprentices' conversations about the campaign and the Luxendier spokesperson continued, and such conversations were boiling over in all corners of the south of Serre.

Even many high-ranking mages who had nothing to do with this matter were alarmed, curious, and didn't want to miss a good show, so they borrowed a teleportation spell to Sanophon, ready to witness this scene.

This made the organizers of the selection meeting very busy for a while, and after some tossing, they finally found a large conference hall with 500 seats as the venue for this academic achievement seminar.

A large number of high mages, living people or lichs, sat together and talked about the event.

It's the majority of people who come to see the excitement.

These divisions occasionally talked about winning and losing, and most of them thought that Frass had little chance of winning.

"By any measure, they were prepared in too haste. A short, red-robed mage smiled as he looked at the stage that was still being set up—the stage for the judges to sit on had not yet been fully set up.

He looked to be in his thirties, but knowing his true identity, everyone would understand that it was the power of magic that kept him looking so young.

And the phosphorescent light in his eyes revealed his identity.

This is not a living person at all.

"That's what you're saying. The people around him paid respects to the mage who has turned into a lich in a flattering tone, this mage is from the Boire family, and is the third seat of the Sculpting Department, ** Master Anket Linsur, of course, it is worth touting.

However, people of the same class may not buy his account: "Not necessarily. ”

It was a fat man who spoke, and he had a big belly, and when he smiled, his eyes narrowed into slits, and he looked kind.

Ankterlinsur squinted at the fat mage, and let out a soft snort from his nose.

Everyone around knows that these two are old rivals, Anktor Linsur of Bouvare and the ** division from the Odyssilon family, the third Siniz Odyssilon of the protection department, the concept of this old rival is not quite the same as the enemy, these two people rarely contradict each other on the big position, but because of some small things are often entangled, in the cold red-robed mage meeting, it contrasts with each other.

"It's already obvious. Anktelinsur spread his hands to the mages next to him, "Shadowsteel Golem, oh, I remember someone's student being pinched to death by a few of these while exploring the tombs of the Ancient Empire. ”

A look of displeasure passed between Niz Odyssilon's eyelids, but he only sneered in the end: "Well, it won't be the end, who knows the outcome?"

He was answered with a sneer.

The Governor of Sazahar Province sat in a corner of the room, and although he was entitled to be invited to observe the conference, it was not enough for a Governor to compare with the large group of Ring Mentors and the High Ring Teachers.

So he was willing to sit with the last seat.

Although this matter is important, it has little to do with Dalamos, and the leader of this clan is not enthusiastic about this matter.

Perhaps, those chief lords did not take this little thing to heart at all.

Old Muirstantus yawned, glanced at the side, but found an old man who was thin and tall, wearing a tattered red robe, and couldn't tell the specific age of the age, didn't know when he was sitting there, his pair of presbyopia eyes instantly rounded, looked the old man up and down and carefully identified it for a long time, and only then did the old man's mouth spit out an exclamation:

"Well, my lord, you're here too?!"

"Isn't it strange?" the old man turned his face, his demeanor leisurely, like that of many old men walking in the sun on many farms, still holding a stick with a pestle on the ground in both hands.

This cane is swarthy and inconspicuous, with a cavity on it, and a large round gem on the top is dull, if you take it to the jewelry store, it looks like a round stone, but few people can imagine that this humble cane is the famous staff of strength, and the spell released from it can easily destroy a city with a single move.

Of course, what is really scary is the old man himself.

Muirstantus was respectful in front of this old man, and did not dare to show the slightest slackness: "I really didn't expect that, my lord, you would actually come here." ”

Even the ninth-level ** master is difficult to touch the affairs of the legendary realm, and as a legend, he will not have much interest in some affairs of a slightly lower level.

The belonging of Darren Moore Academy is a competition between the mentors of the Higher Ring, and it is normal for a higher level to pull in a few seats, but it is difficult to alarm those legends at the top of Serre.

So Muirstantus was surprised.

"Strange? The long boring life always needs some entertainment to spice it up, after all, it's a bit too boring to always stick your head into the source sea. The old mage smacked his lips: "Well, I'm here to see a good show." ”

"Fun?" Muirstantus's old mind suddenly appeared crying and laughing: "My lord, I don't know yet...... Why did you issue that order through the Government Affairs Department......?

The old man waved his hand: "Muir, after living for so long, do you think that the benefit of this thing is very important?"

This seems like a question off topic.

The old general was stunned for a moment, thought for a long time, and finally closed his eyes and shook his head slowly: "My lord, I think the more important thing is to realize one's self-worth than to fight for power and profit. ”

"Well, Muir, it seems that you have not lived all these years in vain. The old mage's eyes narrowed, his thin spine leaned back in his chair, and he looked up slightly at the ceiling of the conference hall where the arcane conjured up the starry sky: "Finally out of the low-level fun, from a human point of view, you have been very successful." ”

"My lord, I think my life is full enough, but please forgive me for being rude...... I would like to ask. Muirstantus narrowed his eyelids and noticed the old mage's listening: "Over the years, you have basically given up the operation of the Mage Guild, and you have done many things, forgive me for being difficult to see through your thoughts...... "Hehe, Muir, your question is very delicate, what do you want to ask?" The old mage looked at Muirstantus, his voice was very soft, with a mysterious lightness, but his gaze was full of penetration: "The thoughts and purposes you want to know?"

"Yes, my lord, although it is rude, but ......" Muerstein Tustan touched his beard in amazement: "I am indeed very curious, like you, my lord, who has transcended the form of 'man', such a great life, what it is like to think about life, maybe I don't understand, but I want to understand, my lord, your thoughts...... I haven't had a chance to reach your height, so I'm curious......"

"Hehehehehe......" The old mage's throat let out a string of hoarse laughter: "Muir, you are indeed a successful person, and to be able to have such thoughts, you have far surpassed some ant-like walking corpses. ”

Muirstantus's beard curled.

"In fact, the long life and great power are not as interesting as ordinary people think. The old mage continued to whisper, their conversation so soft that only the two of them could hear it clearly: "The pressure we endure is far greater than that of you ordinary people, whose lives are short, can you imagine? ”

His voice was flat, without any emotion, and what he said might have been ridiculous to ordinary people, but Muirstantus was silent for a while:

"So, what sustains you on such a path?"

"Freedom...... Throw away the shell of the ego, the barriers and constraints of all external objects...... Sazastan paused: "We only have this purpose left......"

"Freedom?"

"No matter what kind of powerful force and will you face, you must maintain your own beliefs, improve your self-coordination methodology, and become a true 'being'. That's the ideal in the minds of most old monsters like me. But it is a very painful and difficult thing to move between those wills, and Muirstantus, I tell you about these things, and you probably will not understand them. ”

"Indeed, my lord, I am too stupid. The old governor was convinced.

"I have long since given up the power thing, because the help of this kind of thing has become very scarce for my path, and I am interested in something else now......" Sazastan smiled suddenly, "fate." ”

"Fate?" said Muirstantus was stunned for a moment.

"I've been studying this thing lately, our destiny depends on both the self and the multiverse, and in general, in my opinion, fate is the inevitable result of the communication between the self and the universe and the interaction between each other. The old mage said with a smile on his face.

Muirstantus had a thoughtful look on his face.

"So every step we make is extremely important......" Sazastan raised his head, two phosphorus fires in his eyes: "At our point, the slightest wrong step will only end in destruction...... In recent years, I have been reflecting on how to control my own destiny through reasonable choices, and gradually, I have a very special hobby. ”

"Hobbies?" the old governor frowned.

"Observation...... Observing the fate of others, especially those who, like me, have been different from the beginning, what choices will be made in the face of those hazy wills, complicated paths, and what results will those who listen to his answers give him......" A sly smile appeared on the old mage's face: "It's funny...... Of course, it is also a reference to let me know how the fate of human beings is decided, and in what ways the multiverse affects the path of each of us. ”

"Oh, that's great. Muersantus cried out with surprise: "My lord, so he is also a sample of you, a 'different' person in your heart?"

The old mage did not reply, and continued to hunch his back, holding the dangerous cane in both hands and staring at the conference platform, on which many high-ranking mages whispered to each other, or remained silent, and the atmosphere was slightly noisy and calm.

Those apprentices had already set up the venue and walked down one after another, and a ** master who was the winner appeared at the door of the venue, and suddenly, the atmosphere became a little quieter.

"Who do you think will win?" Muersstantus opened his mouth again after a long silence from the conversation that had just ended.

Compared with the illusory fate, the selection is the most important thing at the moment.

"When the winner wins, when the loser loses......"

After a moment of silence, the lich gave such an answer.

His eyes were still as deep as the stars.

...... The young red-robed mage waited silently at the entrance.

The time is near...... He took a deep breath.

There are more viewers who come to see the show.

This undoubtedly made him feel a lot of pressure.

There are many kinds of stress, one is to race against death in a tense operating room, one is to fight a murderous enemy, and another is to show oneself in plain sight.

One cannot be good at dealing with any kind of stress, and neither is he.

I have experienced the biggest similar scene in my last life, that is, the defense of my graduation thesis.

Now this scene has obviously tested his mental quality.

"Relax......" Oseaa, the High Ring Mentor, gently pressed Penny's shoulder: "Don't be nervous, you have to believe in your creation, it is indeed a masterpiece like no other in the world, think about it, Lord Andrea said the same." ”

"I'm sorry. He wiped the cold sweat from his head and smiled reluctantly.

He secretly activated the release of his self, shielded the anxiety in his heart, opened his eyes again, and finally there was peace.

He's certainly confident.

Del Sompaya walked past from a distance, his eyes still as calm as a zombie, but there was a smiling expression on his face.

The group of assistants and apprentices who followed him almost wrote their arrogance on their faces.

Penny remained silent, nodded to Osea, and walked into the room.

Swish!

A large gaze mixed with various spells, the snooping effect, suddenly enveloped his body.

(To be continued)