Chronicles of Ryan the Wizard

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After a while, His Majesty the King came to the Royal Arena under the protection of hundreds of guards. The atmosphere at the scene was even warmer. After all, being able to see the emperor of the empire with his own eyes was not easy for many people.

Ryan also took a second look. Because of the distance, the surroundings of His Majesty and the Emperor were protected. It was not very clear, but it was vaguely seen that His Majesty the Emperor was probably a young man about thirty years old.

After His Majesty arrived, the lottery ceremony officially began. Everyone was quiet. After all, a good lottery was drawn to allow your team to go further. Everyone was staring at Iraq standing in the center of the venue. Archbishop Beier.

Under the eyes of all eyes, a sealed container filled with the names of the participating teams was opened with a small mouth that could be extended into one arm. Archbishop Ibeer slowly extended his hand into the closed one. Soon, he took out the first A note.

A bishop wearing a red cape next to Archbishop Ibeer's cautious result note read out loudly under the watch of two monitors: "The first team is, 'Gulf of the Bay'!" A magician read the spell, and the words "Gulf Gentlemen" appeared on the huge slate behind Archbishop Ibe.

Ryan took a closer look at the huge slate, which seemed to be very similar to the one from the Royal Academy of Magic when he listened to Victor's lecture. Faras seemed to have guessed Ryan's thoughts, and she whispered in Ryan's ear: "This slate and the Royal Academy of Magic are indeed of the same type."

Ryan looked up at Faras, their eyes met in the air, and everyone remembered the inadvertent contact in Victor's class, his face filled with tenderness.

"The second team, the Eastern Suburb Wilderness Squadron

"The third team, the squad of Tislulak Mercenary Corps"

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The members of Lace ’s team were also very nervous. They had already drawn nearly 30 teams. They had n’t reached them yet. Elena leaned tightly on Farath. Her small hand grabbed Farath ’s arm and asked quietly. : "Sister Fanny, why haven't you reached us yet?"

Faras comforted Elena and said: "This is not afraid, the key is not to hit the strong team, as to whether the order of the lottery is in the front or back does not matter."

As he was speaking, only the bishop in the red cape shouted loudly: "Thirty-third team, Team Lace."

Faras said nervously: "Thirty-third, that is to say, the following seven may all be our opponents."

Reid said: "Everyone listen carefully to see if there is a strong team."

"Thirty-fourth team, the giant mercenary squad."

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"The thirty-ninth team, the Alkire mercenary squad."

Faras was nervous, she took Ryan's hand and said, "Never be the Royal Knights, and never the Royal Knights."

"Fortieth team, Simone Squad."

Faras heard the name and stayed for a while. Red said, "Simony, this name is so familiar, is it ..."

Faras nodded and said, "It should be them."

Ryan asked: "Do you know anyone in the Simone team?"

Faras said: "Simony was a junior magician who studied at the Royal Academy of Magic. I was promoted with them. They once asked me to participate, but I didn't agree. I never thought they would meet them.

Elena asked: "Sister Fanny, how do you know we will run into them?"

Faras explained: "The first team is the No. 1 team and the second is the No. 2. After all the draws are over, we can calculate the number of our opponents. In the first round, Team No. 1 competes with Team No. 2, the third and fourth confrontation ... The second round is where the first and second winners and the third and fourth winners compete ... and no team exceeded in previous years. 64 teams, that is to say, this will continue until the last 8 teams are left. Basically, every team with eight numbers next to each other will have one team in the final eight finals. "

Reid saw Faras talking a lot, and a little breathless, he said for Faras: "We are the 32nd, as long as there are no more than 64 teams participating this time, we are sure Will compete with the strongest of the 33rd to 40th squads to grab the qualification for the top eight. Therefore, Faras does n’t want us to encounter the Golden Knights squad, because they have won 20 consecutive times. The champion. "

Under the explanation of Faras and Reid, everyone immediately understood that at this moment, only the bishop wearing a red cape shouted loudly: "The fifty-seventh team, the Royal Knights Squad."

This sentence immediately caused a sensation, especially for the teams that did not remember the name. Some people could not sit still and shouted loudly: "Unfair, unfair. Why do we make us encounter the Royal Knights team?" "

This voice resonated with the teams that had not yet been drawn.

"Yes, yes. There must be a problem."

"We are asking for a new draw."

"Let the Royal Knights die, they have won the championship more than twenty times, and each time they come, they will not give others a chance."

Archbishop Ibeer stopped the lottery ceremony and said softly: "Under the eyes of all, there are high-level magician supervision of the Royal Magician Legion. Who can cheat? Who dares to cheat?"

Archbishop Ibeer's voice was not loud, but it spread to everyone's ears in the Royal Arena. The noisy voice suddenly became quieter.

Archbishop Ibeer continued: "Don't give up anything before you start. Did you start the game? You must think you won't win? Indeed, the former Royal Knights squad is relatively strong and once took a full Ten championships, but the Royal Knights did not use any unfair means, their honor is to fight for themselves. Each time the Royal Knights team members participating in the Royal Athletic Competition are participating for the first time, they can only participate This time, is n’t that enough to show their attitude? If you do n’t have confidence in yourself, you can give up now. ”

Archbishop Ibeer's words made the entire Royal Arena quiet.

After a short pause, seeing that no one raised any objections again, Archbishop Ibeer continued the lottery ceremony. Soon, a total of 62 teams were drawn.

Seeing the dense writing on the stone board behind Archbishop Ibeer, Ryan sighed and said to everyone: "It seems that the opponents of each team have been decided, and we have to target the giant servant. The squad of the corps has practiced for a while. "