Mercenaries and Adventurers

The old mage nodded at the table, opened the door of the high-class noble suite, and motioned for mage Donila who was outside the door to come in.

After a while, Mage Donilla, a half-wood elf and half-flower elf with bright hair color, walked in with small steps. Following behind him were four cat mages who were looking for them.

As soon as the cats came in, they played around on their own, while Mage Donila raised her hands from between her thighs, and performed a mage-to-mage courtesy to the old mage.

"Hello, president, the elf mage who made a mistake hereby apologizes to you."

The old mage waved his hand: "Don't worry, there are no casualties anyway, it's just a misunderstanding."

At the same time, Master Kony also stood up from his chair, and performed the same mage etiquette to Master Donila: "Master Donila, hello, Kony who is studying is here to say hello to you .”

Master Donila returned a courtesy to Kony as a greeting to him.

As for the four animal transformation mages in the room who transformed into Fala desert cats, all three of them pretended that they did not exist.

Master Donila was not familiar with those few, and knew that they were not easy to deal with, so he ignored them. Kony, on the other hand, is very familiar with them, so naturally he doesn't keep saying hello every time they meet. As for the old mage, there was really nothing he could do about these students. Their detached personalities were very suitable for transformation magic, but also because of this, it became difficult for them to deal with.

At the end of the greeting, Kony originally wanted to use his magic hand to fetch a stool in the room for mage Donilla to sit on, but the elf mage waved his hand to signal that he didn't need it.

Then Master Donila took a seed from his sleeve and let it fall on the carpet.

There is no need to cast extra magic, the seed grows rapidly, and it transforms into a plant chair composed of vine branches in just one breath.

Coney found it very novel and looked at it curiously, while several cat mages in the room were attracted by the scent of flowers blooming on the plant chair, and cautiously approached the plant chair of Mage Donila.

After sitting down, the elf mage looked at the old mage and said, "President, I have already informed you of the specific situation through your divine seal. I don't know what it is today?"

The old mage nodded, signed and read a few documents on the desktop and handed them to Kony who was beside him, and then said to the elf mage: "I already know the details of the matter, it's just a small misunderstanding. Let me see look."

Speaking of this, the old mage looked towards the side of the house, not knowing what he saw through the building, and then said to the elf mage: "Wait a minute, the local army commander who had a little misunderstanding with you before, there is another An envoy from the Ring of the Sun, the two of them will come to clear up the misunderstanding with us. Hey, the continuous work of the past few days has delayed some contact work when we first arrived here."

"It's all my fault. I should ask Kony to make a special trip to inform the local Sun Ring. Hehe, now I regret that I have distributed magic props that can transmit letters and documents across space to the society as a whole." Speaking of this, the old mage laughed smiled.

But the other mages in the room didn't think it was very funny to each other. After all, compared with the old mage, they are actually not as old as the old mage invented the space mailbox.

Before they were born into this world, the old mage invented this thing. For young mages like them, the space mailbox is actually something that comes naturally after being exposed to magic. I really can't understand what the old mage's life was like before this thing.

For Coney, the fact that he could use the device to communicate with his mother in the castle of his home estate, he always felt that his father's influence was still there.

And for Master Donila, this thing is even more rare. His hometown is farther away than Connie can imagine, even for elves with long lifespans, from an extremely distant place. It is a long and long journey from my hometown to the northern magic society in the human world to learn human magic.

Especially when he set out to travel, Master Donila himself didn't know what the way forward in life was.

The space magic of the old mage is extremely amazing, especially the way that mage Donila was teleported across the space in an instant, which brought him back to his hometown after a long absence, and arranged a space mailbox for his hometown After convenient communication.

Although the old mage's joke only made him laugh, the other mages didn't say much.

Kony began to review the society documents processed by the teacher, and sent them by category through the space mailbox to various society organizations or a certain mage waiting for a response in the distance.

The acceptance of files in the space mailbox is completely magical and automatic, but when sending files, it is necessary to manipulate magic instruments one by one to select the recipients.

Don't make a mistake in this job, because if you make a mistake, different people will receive different response documents. It is still a trivial matter to cause trouble, and it will be even more troublesome if some people know the information that should not be known to some people.

Fortunately, Master Kony works very seriously and never makes any mistakes. This is also a skill that Kony must have mastered since he grew up in his family.

After Master Donila got the old master's answer, although he didn't really want to face the friend who had some "little friction" a few days ago, he knew that this was something that must be done. Other mages may not have such abilities as him, and can easily integrate into all life groups. So reconciliation with the local Church of the Ring of the Sun is a must.

He understood, so after thinking about it, Master Donila controlled the plant chair he was sitting on, letting it move the vine branches touching the ground, and quietly moved the position from the side facing the old mage to Master Coney. The place next to it is side by side with Master Kony's work desk and chair.

In this way, the seat opposite him and Coney became vacant.

The old mage was very happy that the mage under him understood this, so he knocked on the table, and with two knocks, two elegant long-backed chairs that appeared from different dimensions appeared in the vacant space of the house.

Facing Kony and Master Donila.

Coney rubbed his chin, looked at the chair opposite, and felt that the two chairs looked familiar.

Master Donila, who has stayed in the academy for a long time, answered Master Kony's doubts: "That is the chair in the auditorium of the academy."

"I see. No wonder it looks familiar to me."

As soon as the words fell, the old mage said to Coney: "Clean up your table, our guests are coming. Please go and greet them." After speaking, the old mage stretched out his arms and stuck a stick on his own desktop. With a swipe of the desktop, some of the original files and letters that had not been checked disappeared.

He then pointed to the space mailbox under the wall of the room behind him, and the magic item that looked like a big wooden box also disappeared.

The old mage looked over his shoulder, only to find that there was a pirate parrot standing on his shoulder. This guy has been relatively quiet since Master Donila came.

"Do you want to stay in the room I prepared for you, or do you want to be with your captain? Little guy?" The old mage smiled and talked to the pirate parrot on his shoulder.

Taking advantage of this time, Mage Kony also slapped his head, stopped the busy hands, imitated the appearance of the old mage, wiped on the desktop, and put all these unprocessed files into his storage space, A small space is specially set aside for these important files.

Then, checking his clothes, he rubbed his fingers to release a small swirl of air into his open mouth, dispelling the smell from his previous meal.

After thinking about it, he took out his noble coat of arms and hung it on his chest, and then hung the official mage badge of the Northern Magic Society with the noble coat of arms, and the mage badge was slightly smaller than the noble coat of arms.

Kony looked at the Donila mage at the side, and the elf mage smiled and picked a flower that had not yet bloomed from the top of his plant chair, and handed it to Mage Kony while floating.

"It looks much better this way, Mage Coney. Young, vigorous, and romantic. This represents the appearance of the young mages of the Academy of Magic, and it is perfect." Mage Donila said with a smile.

Kony smiled slightly when he heard Master Donila's praise, but didn't say much. He nodded and walked out of the house, and went downstairs to greet the guests.

The old mage finally conjured up a bird stand, let the pirate parrot on his shoulder stand on it, and waited for the arrival of the guests.

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Not long after the people from the previous army came down from upstairs in a panic, the army inspections in the entire city withdrew silently. Others didn't know what was going on, but as the steward of this high-end noble hotel, he knew exactly what happened.

Maybe it was what he thought was happening.

The army that searched in large numbers outside withdrew the city and returned to the barracks outside the city. But inside and outside the gate of his place, there are several soldiers who have never left.

But fortunately, the steward knew that this was just to prevent some distinguished guests who wanted to come here to rest from disturbing the two mysterious guests on the sixth floor.

While the steward was muttering that the money that flew in was really not easy to earn, Earl Corny Obers, who was dressed in a serious and high-end aristocratic self-cultivation suit, walked down alone.

He hurriedly shut his mouth tightly, waved his hand to keep the male and female waiters who had nothing to do in the hotel hall out of sight, and then slowly approached one of the mysterious two by himself.

"Oh, Earl Obers. May the evening bless you. May I ask what you need? We can meet all your needs here. Especially with your status." The steward was a little nervous at first, but as he opened his mouth, his words changed Get fluent.

Master Kony waved his hand, signaling the hotel stewards to retreat like everyone else, and responded simply: "No need to do this, please retreat, the waiting guests are here."

Just as the hotel steward bent slightly and stepped back to leave, a loud voice from the soldiers outside the hotel came in: "Hello, Master 'Blue Sky'! Hello, General!"

"Hello, everyone."

"how?"

"Reporting to the general, no strangers have entered or exited."

Then the door of the hotel was opened from the outside by soldiers guarding the door.

The people who came were two people who knew at a glance that they were powerful people. Walking in front was a senior priest of the Ring of the Sun Church wearing a white priest's robe. His age seemed to be about 30 years old for a normal person, but in fact, a strong man with great strength had a long natural life span. The other party looked three years old. About ten years old, maybe the actual age will be older.

The priest robe he is wearing is quite gorgeous. The hem of the priest robe that reaches the ground is the yellow color that represents the characteristic desert of the Farah Peninsula. The color of the priest robe from the calf to the chest is pure white. The silver thread is embroidered with ornaments representing the ring of the sun. On the other side's shoulders and collar, it was a deep blue like the sky.

Not only that, this guy who knows he's not easy to mess with as soon as he hears his name has a slight blue and white glow all over his body. On the golden yellow belt around the opponent's waist, there are two equally extraordinary short scepters pinned.

The other was an old man, with gray hair and beard, neatly trimmed, and a serious face, which made it obvious that this man was a serious and stubborn old man.

The old man was quite tall and strong, wearing a black-gray tight-fitting armor with high protection, high flexibility, and a layer of high-end military clothing in local style outside the magic-flowing armor. The cloak behind him contained a large amount of divine power, which also covered up the suppressed energy of the old man's other equipment.

It seems that neither of these two are low-strength people, Kony thought so, and at the same time felt that it should be taken for granted that only those with strong strength will hold more power in this world, which is the basis of everything.

Master Kony did not salute these two mages, but did a noble etiquette popular in the northern United Kingdom: "Both, I am Mage Kony-Obos. I come from the Northern Magic Society. My teacher and Donny Master Rafah is waiting upstairs for the two of you."

The priest walked in front and saluted the young-looking mage Kony first, and said at the same time: "I am 'Zhanlan Tianguang', a name bestowed by God, and the previous name is no longer used. I am Taturones Harbor City The deputy dean of the Church of the Ring of the Sun, on behalf of the dean, this trip is to welcome the president of the Northern Magic Association to Taturons. And to deal with some frictions that occurred with us before learning the mages."

Master Kony nodded in affirmation of what the blue sky said.

Then, the old general next to him supported the sword at his waist with one hand, and slammed it into a fist with the other: "Ska-Guratne. The ring of the sun taught Taturons to be the commander of the Light Army."

Coney nodded and didn't say much. He didn't know much about the grievances between this man and Master Donila. After all, it happened fifty years ago. He had just arrived at the academy at that time. , but at that time he didn't even have the ability to be a formal mage. And the official mage is just a small starting point of a long magic journey.

With one hand, he signaled the two to go upstairs with him, then turned around and walked up first. The two people behind paused for a moment, and then followed Master Coney one after the other.

The three of them walked in silence, but no one spoke.

The gray-haired General Guratne looked at the young man leading the way, and finally couldn't hold back his mouth, and asked, "Boy." As soon as he opened his mouth, he was glared at by the deputy head of the blue sky. The general shrugged and changed his words: "Count Obers, I heard that you have a magic that can shrink people?"

Master Coney slowed down, turned around, nodded and said: "You can call me Master Coney, everyone calls me that. And about the magic you said? Ah, I haven't mastered that magic myself Complicated things were laid out by my teacher."

The old general chuckled: "So? I wonder if that magical and complicated magic has the ability to shrink me like my soldiers? I'm a little curious about it and want to try it."

Master Kony licked his lips. He really didn't expect the old general to be such a hot-tempered guy. He is really difficult to get friends with this kind of personality. After all, although he has suffered at home, he is a direct descendant of his father after all. He has a strong and obvious magical potential since he was a child, so he has also been loved by other family members.

After coming to the society to study, he directly became the new student of the president of the society because of his father. Although he was only a magic apprentice at the time, no one dared to entertain him.

After becoming an official mage, he got a good education, not only in knowledge, but also in the education and learning of human nature itself. Kony had never encountered such a high-ranking person with such a character.

He was a little embarrassed, and felt that he couldn't keep silent like this: "Well, if you want to, it's not impossible. I can borrow the power of the teacher and let you try it too. In fact, this magic has many uses, especially when it comes to some big guys. Allows us to move things easily. You know, big things get smaller, and it’s always easy to fiddle with them."

When Kony said he was borrowing the teacher's strength, a vice-principal, Zhanlan Tianguang, who was walking behind him, squinted his eyes, and showed no other expression.

The old general was more casual: "Hmph, it's interesting to say that big things become smaller. Can it make the main warship smaller? It's the one with the largest port."

Kony froze for a moment, recalled the so-called "main warship" that he saw here at the port a few days ago, and then said: "It should be possible. But the big guy I'm talking about may be bigger."

"Bigger?"

"Bigger."

"How big is it?"

Kony opened his eyes wide, and stretched out his hand to gesture: "A few years ago, the United Kingdom unearthed the skeleton of an ancient giant beast in the Arctic permafrost, at least half the size of this city, and the thing itself has a kind of Weird magic power, no one can use magic to affect that thing, in the end it was the teacher who shrank the thing from the outside, and then moved it out of the ground."

"Really, I don't believe it." Although the old general was surprised, he directly refuted it.

Kony shrugged. He also knew that it was impossible to convince this seemingly stubborn old man with his mouth alone. Beast bones.

The two were talking, stepping on the local high-end carpet, and soon followed the stairs to the senior noble suite on the sixth floor.

"Please come in, my teacher, the president of the Northern Magic Society and Master Donila are inside." After speaking, they walked in one by one.

Vice-principal Zhanlan Tianguang and General Gulatne both took a careful look at the burn mark no bigger than a palm on the carpet at the door, and they looked at each other, which was inexplicably profound.

The two powerful people had already entered the high-level noble suite at this time, and heard some cats playing and purring. But from the descriptions of the soldiers and officers who had experienced the "invitation explanation" before, the so-called cat was transformed by a magician who was skilled in transformation magic.

The two looked at each other again, and followed Master Coney silently.

Everything in the room is very ordinary, it is a house where nobles who have no characteristics in their eyes live temporarily. Until, after they turned a corner, they saw an ordinary old man in robes sitting behind a desk, and a plant chair made entirely of vines.

"Two, we are here. This is my teacher, Mr. Du Ying-Matthews, the president of the Northern Magic Society. This is it." Kony has not yet finished his introduction.

The old general interjected and said, "People's good friend? Donnie."

The corner of Mage Donila's mouth twitched. He didn't release magic or other disguises at this time, so his elf appearance was very conspicuous at this moment: "It's me, Donila, everyone calls me Mage Donila, from far away country of elves."

The deputy dean of Zhanlan Tianguang stretched out his hand to signal the old general not to say more, nodded and said, "God-given name - Zhanlan Tianguang."

He saw Master Kony who was already in his seat and Master Donila who had been sitting in his seat, and naturally he also saw the two vacant seats opposite them.

The two walked over and sat on the chairs, and then they both looked at the ordinary-looking old mage who hadn't spoken but smoked a kind of tobacco with a pipe.

That is to say, but in fact, the two of them realized the unusualness of this room as soon as they saw the inside of the room.

There is obviously a conspicuous magical creation in the room, that is, the plant chair that Mage Donila is sitting on at the moment, but neither of the two, who are strong themselves, can perceive the slightest magical reaction in this seemingly ordinary room.

Both of them looked at the old mage. If the other party is really that powerful, then it is normal to do this step.

"Your Excellency?" Vice-principal Zhanlan Tianguang asked first, seeing the old mage only smoking tobacco, he had to speak first.

"Oh, by the way, you are here, I was distracted just now. Let's start." The old mage came back to his senses and said.

"Actually, it's not complicated. There are only two things. Kony." The old mage called.

Master Kony immediately took out the simple document that had been prepared. Above it was a simple list of the masters who traveled with the old master this time. It was really a simple list.

It doesn't even have the names of the mages on it, only the honorary titles and simple features from the society. The so-called title of honor is actually the name of a certain achievement that the mage is good at or has made. When people call a certain mage, if they are out of respect, they will naturally not call him by his name directly. On the one hand, it is also because chanting the name of the strong will make the other party unconsciously perceive it, and it is also because some curses or spells sometimes rely on the name of a certain life as the casting medium.

There are naturally different influencing factors for mages of different strengths. The weak are naturally afraid of being hurt, while the strong are not tired of it.

The document that Kony took out flew into the hands of the vice-principal of Zhanlan Tianguang. In this regard, neither he nor the old general felt any magic flow or existence.

And the other party obviously controlled the magic to make the file fly over.

It was the old general who came to his senses. He patted the vice-principal on the shoulder and gave him a meaningful look.

Zhanlan Tianguang immediately reacted, he no longer paid attention to the situation where he could not perceive the magic power, and concentrated on looking at this simple list.

It's a bit crude, but you can actually see something coming out.

But there's no need to show it here.

The vice-principal later briefly stated that this crude list of documents could hardly satisfy the Church of the Ring of the Sun, which actually controls the Farah Peninsula. However, the old mage made a promise that their travel behavior this time would be None of the inhabitants of Farah Peninsula will be harmed.

any physical harm.

Everyone in this room sensed the exit of this promise, and seemed to understand the truth of this promise and its powerful effectiveness.

Vice-principal Zhanlan Tianguang then agreed with the old mage on the scope and time of this trip. According to their previous information, the scope of travel of the mages is the entire Farah Peninsula. Being able to discuss this matter with the organization that actually controls the Farah Peninsula naturally agrees to the entire scope of travel by default.

As for the time, what the old mage said was ambiguous, because the mages who traveled with him this time had different purposes. Some are just pure tourism, and they are satisfied with using magic to visit some famous places on the Farah Peninsula. Some mages are quite looking forward to turning travel into a wonderful adventure. Some mages hope to expand their knowledge and knowledge on the Fara Peninsula, and increase their knowledge and potential.

Other mages have a very simple purpose. They go out with their teacher and respected president simply because the old mage wants to travel. They don't care about other things.

Like Coney, as the old mage's student and mage assistant, he was responsible for the old mage's secretarial work outside of magic. He himself doesn't want to leave the academy. After all, he thinks that he is very shallow in magic, and still needs to learn a lot. But if the old mage wanted to travel, he had to follow him. Even if he doesn't want to.

During the conversation with the old mage, Zhanlan Tianguang, the deputy dean, grasped the travel intentions of each mage on the list bit by bit, and he himself was quite satisfied with this.

Then, the old mage said: "It seems that everyone has completed this matter satisfactorily. I hope that your church can produce a batch of items similar to warrants as soon as possible, and pass them on to other mages who come here after I hand them over to Mage Coney." In this way, even if they have some inappropriate ideas and behaviors, they can immediately contact the local Church of the Ring of the Sun."

"This is as it should be. When I go back, I will ask the head teacher and the chief priest. I believe they will agree."

"Then, the business is done, let me resolve some small conflicts." The old mage took out a drink that he did not know where he took it out, and said after taking a sip.

Mage Donila and old General Guratne, who had been staring at each other before, couldn't help but twist in their chairs at this moment.

"So, why did you guys fight before? After all, this still caused some confusion and uneasiness. Based on my observations in the past two days, the Fara Peninsula is still undercurrent."

"What do you mean?" the vice-principal asked softly.

The old mage chuckled twice: "What else could it be? The empire! There is also something mixed with the empire, um, the ruling power before the Farah Peninsula?"

"We generally call them the old ruling nobles," said the vice-principal.

General Guratne was even more merciless: "The old aristocrats who are cruel, oppressive, bullying, and have no blood in the desert men!"

The old mage nodded: "So, as you can see, the reckless Mage Donila is not a so-called spy of the empire or an assassin of the old nobles. Although his actions a few days ago were reckless, they were not as serious as they used to be. As you can imagine, because he is a mage from the Northern Society of Magic, he has nothing to do with the local area. This time he also accompanied me to the Fara Peninsula, if I didn’t want to come here He may never enter the Farah Peninsula again in this life. Naturally, it will not have anything to do with all of this."

"But he is an elf after all, and he is also a mysterious figure who appeared in the chaotic situation on the Fara Peninsula many years ago." General Gulatne said stubbornly.

Zhanlan Tianguang's vice-principal also deeply agrees with this view, not because this mage Donila is an elf, but because this mage possesses a strange and dark magic that can control people's consciousness.

This is very dangerous. He himself doesn't think it's dangerous for a mage who can release fireballs and thunderbolts to control rain and sandstorms. After all, these priests in their ring of the sun can also do it, and even do it better.

A single ritual can shatter the clouds that drive away the sky, calm a sandstorm, push a hill into the sky or crush it into the ground.

But the human spirit cannot be manipulated by evil. The influence of people and people should be changed by the words spoken by the mouth and the teachings heard by the ears, not by a magic spell.

This dangerous person haunted the chaotic Fara Peninsula many years ago~www.readwn.com~ and then disappeared before the climax of the war. He is a suspicious person.

If it weren't for the fact that the president of the Northern Magic Society was here at this moment, and he was on bail to explain, the search army and the combat priests of the church would definitely catch him and judge him.

Mage Donila coughed lightly, indicating that he had to defend himself: "Gulatne, you are still like this. I am actually just a half-elf, but this does not mean that I have nothing to do with the empire and the local old noble rulers. Yet?"

"Then you are working for the Northern Society of Magic? What is the purpose?" General Guratne followed up.

Mage Donila looked at the old mage, and the old mage motioned for the other party to speak directly.

"Gulatne, in fact, when I came to Fara, my purpose couldn't be simpler."

"What?"

"I'm here to travel."

"Traveling again?" General Guratne's face was full of disbelief.

"Of course, look at this." Master Donila grabbed from his sleeve and took out a well-decorated book.

A book that looked like a stone brick was thrown over. General Guratne grabbed it, glanced at the cover, and found that it said "Travel Notes on the Farah Peninsula in 722 Imperial Calendar" and the author's name was Master Donila.

His expression was shocked, and he checked the whole book carefully, and found that although the book was well preserved, it was made of ordinary materials after all, and half a century passed, which obviously left a lot of traces. traces of time.

This is not an old book.

General Guratne and the vice-principal next to him exchanged glances, and the two unfolded the travel notes written in the common language of the empire. In the preface of the book, they saw Master Donila's preparation and enthusiasm for preparing the travel notes. .