Netheril’s Brilliance

Master Kirk Weilun... you... why are you here?

The sorceress asked a little timidly.

No wonder she was terrified, although it was rumored that Master Kirkweilun was not a grumpy mage, and not only did he not have the eccentricities of many mages, but he was also very kind.

But no matter what, the other party is also a powerful master-level spellcaster, and his status is even the head of the Thinking of Truth Huiyu Country Branch. It can be said that he is in a high position and has power in his hands. improper punishment.

But this time the witch's luck was obviously good. Master Kirk Weilun didn't pursue the complaint of the witch just now, but stood quietly in the center of the hall and looked out the door deeply with his eyes covered with cloth.

I didn't see him speak, but when Master Ke Keweilun stood still, a voice that embraced the vicissitudes of life unknowingly echoed in this hall:

The old man is getting old, and his legs and feet are not very agile, please invite the little friend to come in and talk about it!

The old man's voice sounded really weak and lifeless. If one ignored the strange appearance of the voice, it really sounded like a dying old man.

But among all the people present, no matter whether they were talented apprentices or curious full-level mages, no one dared to underestimate this old man, including the black-clothed boy standing outside the door.

Master Kirk Weilun is really polite!

Facing Kirk Weilun's personal welcome, ordinary mages would definitely be flattered, but the young man outside the door just said a little politely, and then strode into this quiet and somewhat scary hall.

The moment the young man in the blood-patterned black robe stepped into the hall, except for Kirk Weilun who was still calmly standing in the center of the hall, almost all the wizards present couldn't help but gasp. gas:

Big... master level powerhouse!

What day is it today, yet another master-level powerhouse!

This is terrible, two master-level powerhouses, if there is a conflict... hiss... how should we run!

The mages around couldn't help whispering with pale faces, and some cautious official-level mages were ready to run away immediately when they saw something bad. They could clearly feel the terrifying coercion from the black-robed boy who came in just now ——That is a terrible coercion that will bleed into rivers as soon as one strikes!

There is no doubt that the black-robed young mage who entered the mission hall of the Thinking of Truth branch at this time is Punk.

After crossing the Sea of ​​Red Sand according to the information, Punk flew directly towards this swamp that belongs to the Thinking of Truth. He knew that the soldier was not lying, and the Gray Rain Country did have the Thinking of Truth. The location of the branch, and this branch is not like many small organizations that hide their heads and show their tails. Instead, they put the secret seal directly on the border of the Gray Rain Country, so that mages who enter this country can be the first to enter the country. Time knows where the branch of the Thought of Truth is located.

It is precisely because of the openness of Thinking of Truth that punk saves the time of flying around and searching.

Punk, who couldn't wait to start research on his research topic, flew straight into the swamp before stopping, but out of politeness and basic respect for the legendary organization, Punk didn't fly all the way into the mission hall of the Thought of Truth, but walked to the hall the door.

Then, Punk saw the old mage standing in the hall who seemed to be waiting for him for a long time.

A master spellcaster of the nineteenth level? It's truly a legendary organization, even such a small place is hidden dragons and crouching tigers!

Punk cautiously confirmed that there were no magic traps in the mission hall in front of him, and the old man standing in the middle of the hall showed no sign of concentrating his magic power to prepare for an attack, so he unhurriedly blessed a bunch of defensive spells, and finally entered the building with enchantment as if nothing had happened. The Mission Hall of the Slate Building.

In fact, when the old man who seemed to have been waiting for a long time looked at himself, Punk also looked at the old man carefully.

Now that Punk has come to this Thought of Truth branch, he will naturally not break in without knowing anything. He knows that there is a powerful nineteenth-level mage sitting in this branch, and this master is also a member of this branch. the minister.

When facing this very famous mage officially, Punk can only say well-deserved reputation!

Sometimes judging the strength of the enemy and ourselves does not need to catch up with real swords and guns. Often two masters with keen intuition will glance at each other, and the strength and weakness are almost the same.

In the eyes of Punk, this Master Kirk Weilun, who looks no different from an ordinary old man, can be said to be the strongest powerhouse he has personally come into contact with, and his spellcasting level of level 19 is enough to make anyone, including Punk, daunting up.

While Punk was quite shocked by Kirk Weilun's strength, Kirk Weilun was also a little bit surprised by Punk.

As a master mage who has lived for more than 2,500 years, Kirk Weilun asked himself that he has seen countless spellcasters of all kinds in his life. A young mage under pressure, and now, Kirk Weilun had to admit that the boy with blue pupils on the opposite side had a huge pressure that he couldn't explain clearly. This was his intuitive feeling as a mage specializing in prophecy.

As for the fact that his prophecy spells were blocked by the other party... Kirk Weilun was even more surprised. He knew the detection ability of his prophecy spells best. One of the reasons why Master Lun was surprised and took punk so seriously.

I don't know what this little friend needs, but the Thought of Truth doesn't sell supplies to outsiders. If you want to buy materials, I suggest you go to the Mage Union.

The temptation of the two was fleeting, and Kirk Weilun said calmly after being patiently surprised.

I do have some ideas, I want to join the thought of truth, what do you think?

...

Kirk Weilun opened his mouth halfway, and after hearing Punk's request so straight to the point, he closed his mouth abruptly.

And the mages who watched the excitement in the hall tremblingly were also a little dazed:

Although it is normal to join a mage organization, it feels a bit weird to just say it like this...

No matter what the other spellcasters think, Punk didn't play sloppy with this smiling old man. If it was normal, he wouldn't mind going around with these rigid old men, but now Punk didn't feel that way at all.

I heard that the Thought of Truth welcomes spellcasters of all neutral camps to join, so I will join. Is there any problem?

...No, no problem but no problem..., you just need to fill out the form and leave a secret mark...

Kirk Weilun, who has always been a human being, was a little dazed at this time, because Punk's words directly choked him up, and now Kirk Weilun stood awkwardly at the same place and felt his embarrassing heart ache:

This kid doesn't play cards according to the routine. Usually, someone recommends him, and then talks in private for several days, and finally backs down and joins quietly. Doesn't he speak aggressively under the eyes of everyone? What kind of routine is it to suddenly say that you want to join?