When Penny saw the young mage, a violent ominous omen came to his heart.

Since the sensing ability has stabilized, such signs have rarely appeared.

And that short glance made him immediately determine the source of this bad omen.

The young mage, who was several years older than him, had a chaotic and dark aura attached to him.

The bond is far tighter than that of the broken puppets.

It was a demon from the abyss, and the smell of this demon was no stranger to him.

And Penny himself believes that his own face and breath are no stranger to the demon.

Never go head-on with that person.

Penny immediately understood this and chose to flee in seclusion.

The other party followed behind Neveron, a legendary mage, and his power should not be underestimated, once the good deeds he did in the Northland were exposed, I am afraid that he would immediately invite huge trouble.

Although it is normal for the various forces of the Red-robed Mage Society to be at odds with each other because of a little hatred or a clutch of interests, when it comes to a specific person, the hatred will often continue for a long time.

For example, although Frass and Odyssilon cooperated with each other in the Darren Moore incident, reaped huge benefits, and temporarily formed allies, Santald, the illusionist who caused Odyssilon to suffer huge losses in the Northland incident, is still constantly being victimized by Odyssilon and being ostracized by the pro-Odyssilon faction within the family.

Penny knew this very well, and did not find out the identity of this young mage, and he did not dare to contact this person at all.

If there is a risk of drawing the wrath of a legendary mage, this risk is not to be taken.

After a few moments, confirming that no one had tracked him, the cool breeze brought him back to his composure.

Only then did he realize that he had run a little far, and this corridor seemed to be a little too remote.

Surrounded by distorted plants, he knew they originated in the lower planes, nourished by the special environment created by the magical enchantment.

He looked at the plants, and the hall was now a dangerous place for him, and he would not dare to go back until the meeting was over.

Maybe it's a good idea to walk away with a teleportation scroll now.

His eyebrows twitched, and he felt as if he needed to inform his mentor first.

At this moment, he felt something strange, and when he turned around, he saw a big mouth dripping with saliva and wanted to cover his head fiercely.

This large mouth has no tongue or teeth, and the lip cavity looks soft, but it has a pungent fishy stench that lets Penny know that if he is bitten by this bite, he will definitely not feel too much pain.

Because before that, his head was rotten.

...... "Well, thank you very much for being able to come out of your busy schedule, and as the moderator here, I am sure that the new technology of the Spell School will not disappoint you." Above the chief of the hall, a legendary mage dressed in bright red stood tall in the air, and his voice was crisp and bright: "Analyze the multiverse from all angles with different methodologies, and the multiverse will release more diverse brilliance as a result, draw knowledge and inspiration from it, and enrich our own path, so I hope you will take it seriously." ”

This is what he said to the four ** masters of the spell system next to him.

"Of course, I'm happy to announce that one of my youngest disciples, dear Lifar Odyssillon, has been able to perform the arcane skills of the Fourth Ring, and while such a talent is ordinary, it still gives me great satisfaction. ”

Lifar stood up, smiling and giving all sorts of courtesy to the mages who were looking around.

Some of the mages sighed in their hearts, this young man made them feel a huge imbalance in their hearts.

What is a big deal for a mage to enter the fourth ring?

Worthy of such an introduction by a legendary mage?

But it may be worth it to fall on this person.

Odyssyllon's pure core bloodline, a chief disciple.

So many mages have calmed down.

Zhan Huashi set his gaze on the young man, and there was a feeling of pride in his heart, because he felt that having a disciple who could reach the level that others could only reach in their twenties at the age of sixteen, in a way, he surpassed this legendary mage.

In any case, this is a thing to be happy about.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Because he thinks of his student, only to find that Penny, who should be next to him, is gone.

This made him wake up all of a sudden, and when he looked around, he didn't find the student, and doubts suddenly appeared in his heart.

Where did this kid go?

He began to search, the banquet hall was somewhat large, with hundreds of mages, and they were also dressed in red robes—which made it much more difficult for Jonhuas to find.

Put yourself in your shoes, most people will be dizzy when they see this piece of red-robed bald head together, and they will be dizzy when they look at it a few more times, not to mention that they want to distinguish the person they are looking for specifically?

Those tattoos on the bald head are enough to give a nervous breakdown.

Zhan Huashi walked through the hall and did not find his disciple, at this time, the legendary mage in the chief position continued to speak: "Oh, of course, by the way, the military department has passed the motion, from now on, my disciple is about to join the Southeast Legion and serve as the logistics secretary of the legion, and I also ask those of you who have general affairs positions to cooperate with his work, you know, it will not be long before this place will become very lively." ”

Logistics Division?

Many guys with a keen political sense turned their minds away.

This is a sensitive position.

In charge of the entire Southeast Army Corps' job bowl and material allocation, the power can be said to be quite large.

What's more, this position also dredged up the material suppliers and slave traders who were walking all over the Searles, so to speak, it was equivalent to grasping the entire military-related affairs in the southeast of Searle.

Zhan Huashi, who was looking for a disciple, paused, which was noteworthy news.

The Southeastern Army was not far from the mountains and the harbor.

Other mages looked at Lifal Odyssillon with envy.

The one who cuts the cake for the coming war.

This concept comes to their minds.

Such a position is not available to ordinary red-robed mages, and probably only those who are core members of the family and have close relationships with many big names are qualified to hold it.

What's even more eye-catching is the age of this person, even if he is a puppet and echo worm, it is enough to be able to hold such a huge power in his twenties.

At least the ordinary red robe from an ordinary background does not have this blessing.

Looking at the young mage, a myriad of thoughts came to Fleiz Ferrandlin's mind, and his fingers were gently touching the floor behind his back, showing the calculation in his mind.

Odyssillon's core bloodline, with great power in hand, has a bright future, and is unmarried.

The focus is on the last word.

The head of the school personally introduced, to some extent, it means that a new star is about to rise from Searle.

Although for the red-robed mage, arcane power is basic, but with a strong background and backstage, and a huge amount of power, who dares to say that this is not a kind of strength?

Freez's eyes deepened.

The not-so-lengthy opening remarks were over, the large table was pulled out of the space items by the magic apprentices, and all kinds of food were visited, no matter what, it was unreasonable to gather so many mages and mages together without a single dinner.

"Lord Ferrandrin. When Freze saw Lifal Odyssilon walking in front of him, he was slightly stunned, and then a smile appeared on his face.

Talking to this High Ring Mentor, Lifar Odyssilon certainly had his own purpose: "I wonder how Miss Ferrandlin is doing, I miss her very much, will I have a chance to invite her again recently?"

Freez's eyelids jumped, and then the smile on his face widened.

Although his daughter had caused him a great deal of trouble, Freze was able to assert without hesitation that Lannie Lou was a beauty of absolute charm, and he confirmed this once again from the bottom of his heart by the look of expectation hidden in the depths of the man's pupils.

Although Freez's fanaticism for power and power has made him less concerned with the appearance of mortals as he has grown older, he still believes that there is some use in appearance.

For example, now, and as before, he was able to get the favor of his wife back then, and the more reason was probably his face, you know, among the red-robed mages who competed with him at the same time, there were one or two who had no less talent than himself, and the last thing Ser lacked was a magical genius.

It's a pity that he was defeated in one of his faces.

Therefore, in his opinion, the proper use of beauty will undoubtedly produce great benefits.

Here's a perfect example: "Of course, he's in Port Saban now, and I'm going to ask her for her opinion, and I think she'll be happy." ”

"I hope so. Lifal's eyes flickered, and he stroked his cheek, he remembered the meeting with the woman some time ago, and the light in those two charming eyes on his face was so cold that the chill still lingered to this day.

However, this gave him a relatively fanatical **.

With his status, there are naturally countless women willing to pounce on his bed, but what good is that?

It's just a bunch of toys.

He felt frustrated by the cold, sarcastic face that he felt the need to transform that expression into flattery and submission.

"Lord Ferrandrin, I would love to forge a deeper friendship with you. Lifar smiled and owed.

He believed in his own capital, and he believed in the lust for power that half of Freyz Ferrandlin knew.

"I'm looking forward to it. Freez smiled, "And feel honored." ”

Lifar exchanged pleasantries with Freez with a big smile, and halfway through a deal, it seemed that the market did not disappoint, and they went away satisfied.

And the mentor, who had walked through the entire hall and failed to find his disciples, fell into a panic.

He walked out of the hall.

This is a research institute that gathers the cutting-edge technology of many spellcasters, not the backyard of Saban Port.

Even he, the Mentor of the Ring, rarely came and went.

Who knows what kind of danger you will encounter if you walk around?

His conjecture was accurate.

...... "The ability of the Abyss Man-Eating Flower is very special. In the middle of the remote corridor stood a short, thin old mage, his gaze indifferently caressing a vine: "It can perfectly hide itself in various environments, and unleash deadly attacks at the right time, this concealment exceeds the innate concealment ability of many creatures, you know, many abyssal monsters have ten times more sense of smell, hearing and other kinds of perception than humans." ”

"Thank you. Penny nodded stunned and got up from the ground.

Seeing the cyan lace on the old man's red robe, his expression became very respectful.

"Don't thank me, I'm just afraid you'll break it. The old mage patted the vine lightly, and the horrible carnivorous plant snaked into the depths of the flowerbed: "Oh, I know what would have happened if I had been half a second late, and you really need to thank me from that point of view, because if it was broken by you, I would have killed you." ”

"Uh......" Penny was speechless.

For the red-robed mage, this logic is unassailable.

"Follow me. The old mage looked at Penny for a moment, and then suddenly spoke.

There was a sense of non-rejection in his tone.

Then turn and walk deeper down the hallway.

Penny hesitated and followed.

(To be continued)