How do I break the team invitation from my old enemy?

"Knock knock."

The bent knuckles knocked on the black wooden door, which was as old as the owner of this house, as if it would fall dust with a slight knock.

The wind in the floating capital is very strong, and in the early morning, it brings a comfortable coolness.

"This old man is too weird-he doesn't even want to write down the name of the store." A slightly complaining voice sounded on the quiet street in the early morning.

It was Lin Wei and Duan Yu who were standing outside the door at this time. It was already evening when they left the trading house yesterday, so they naturally didn't have time to go to the magician's discussion field - this is their visit to the floating capital this time. The main purpose of the trip also came from the suggestions of their respective teachers, so they wandered here in the well-proportioned alleys and streets until night.

One thing worth mentioning during this time is that when he came to the headquarters of the Magic Association under the Statue of the Goddess, Lin Wei did not forget the cunning request of the empire, and communicated with the two guarding magicians at the gate of this large building, When I asked to see the president, or any member of the elders, I was arrogantly refused by the two magicians!

"Mr. Magician, no, judging by your age, you should be a magic apprentice who has just entered school. We can't confirm whether you are playing a prank—even if you claim to be an emissary from the land empire, I don't know. Think there's going to be anything of our concern going on there."

——Little Duke Linwei's life, two lifetimes added up, although sometimes it was not going well, but how could he ever have such an experience of being rejected by others?

Moreover, since this kind of thing is not suitable for too many people to know, Lin Wei did not tell his companions where he was going, but just found an excuse to leave the team, so at this time the sunset, standing at the gate of the association was only He was alone, and he looked very lonely in the evening wind.

Lin Wei ground his teeth and went back.

If he couldn't find another way to enter the Magic Association in the next few days, he could still ask his friends for help.

As for those two damn magicians... he was a narrow-minded man, on account of that.

After returning to the hotel, it was a very peaceful night. In the early morning of the next day, he and Banyan came to the door of the shop again according to the old man's request.

Hearing Lin Wei's muttering, Duanyu's right hand who knocked on the door turned around, and his fingertips slid along the slightly sunken lines that seemed to be strange patterns on the door—his hands were undoubtedly beautiful, as seen in the In Lin Wei's eyes, even the series of weird patterns are more pleasing to the eye.

He only heard the oracle say: "Eisenstein's cemetery."

"What is this?" Lin Wei opened his eyes wide in surprise: "Does it mean the pattern?"

"Maybe it's the name of the store."

Wait... In other words, this pattern, like the text in the book I got in the store, is in a language that I don't understand at all, and I can definitely recognize this language?

As if knowing Lin Wei's doubts, Duan Yu explained to him: "This is the lingua franca of the mainland."

Continental lingua franca, what is this...

Isn't the common language on the mainland the same language that I have been speaking all along, whether it is in the empire or the magic world?

However, before Lin Wei continued to think about it, he heard the loud voice of Mr. Arnold, who was far less deaf than the old man, came through the door: "It's the name of the shop, that's right...you can come in."

——It seems that although the old man is old, his ears are still very good.

In the shop, the old man didn't lie on the soft chair like yesterday, but stood beside the container, wiping those mysterious magic items.

The old man slowly put down a uniquely shaped white cup that he was holding in his hand—its handle looked like a human joint, and turned to look at them.

Then, the old man looked at Duanyu with his cloudy eyes, and opened his mouth to spit out some strange syllables.

Lin Wei: "..."

It seems that this is the "Common Language of the Continent" again—he suddenly had a premonition that the first thing he will learn from the old man may not be some brilliant incantations or wonderful history, but how to speak !

The judgment naturally answered the old man in the same language, Lin Wei could only listen to it boredly, his eyes flicked back and forth between the old man and the judgment.

The old man was very peaceful at this time, and with the deep wrinkles on his face that represented age, he was a wise and respectable elder.

Judging from his tone, the old man seemed to be asking Juanyu something, and Juanyu answered him calmly - after this question and answer lasted for a while, the old man took a few steps in the direction of Juanyu, and approached him Juan Yu leaned down slightly so that the short old man could touch his forehead after stretching out his arms.

The old man put his palms on Duanyu's eyes, the expression on his face seemed very satisfied?

Lin Wei frowned and looked at the old man, convinced that this guess was correct.

If the stature and appearance of these two people are ignored, this scene is really like a ceremony where the venerable elders of the family give guidance and blessings to the boys and girls on the mainland when they come of age.

It's a pity that the old man's frail and old image is really unflattering.

After nodding in satisfaction, the old man put down his palms and continued to speak—this time his tone was much more serious, which made Lin Wei a little puzzled.

The language used by the two at this time is very different from the mainland language that Lin Wei is familiar with. Compared with the very fluent mainland language with almost no ups and downs, its syllables are not coherent and have a strong sense of rhythm. It's like the difficult incantations that elemental mages chanted endlessly when they condensed their magic.

After the conversation between the two came to an end, the old man finally turned his attention to Lin Wei who was standing aside, this time speaking in a language he could understand.

"Summoner boy, do you know what you should do!"

Well, just now he could be called a kind old man, but when he faced himself, he turned back into that fierce old man again!

"I think so," Lin Wei touched his nose, "I need to learn the language you use first."

"Yes, otherwise—you won't learn anything here!"

"But, dear teacher, we can obviously talk in the current language without any obstacles..."

The old man glared at Lin Wei: "Ignorant brat—if you insist on using this stupid language that can only be used to talk about food and weather, there is no way to learn real magic!"

Well, on the distant Siren Island, all the teachers who studied magic carefully were all met with merciless contempt from an old man in gray robes in the floating capital at this moment.

"So, dear teacher, how should I study?"

The old man pondered for a while, and said: "Of course it doesn't need to take up the old man's precious life... If you have any doubts, just ask your companions—you seem to be very good friends." After speaking, he looked at Duan Yu : "The old man asked you to teach this ignorant boy to learn the common language of the mainland, wouldn't you be unwilling?"

"No," Duan Yu replied lightly, "I am willing."

"Then the problem is solved—boy, let me see the book you got yesterday."

Lin Wei took out the not-so-heavy, even slightly thin black book from the space ring. Its cover seemed to be made of some kind of Warcraft skin, which had become very hard due to the age.

The old man squinted his eyes and looked at the book cover: "This is the contract...you are lucky."

In fact, in Lin Wei's mind, the summoning of the undead mentioned by the old man was his favorite, but since he was praised as "good luck", then this book should have something unique - Lin Wei decided to follow the old man's words.

"Does it record a different contract method?"

"Hehe..." The old man let out a low laugh in his chest: "Contracts are not just for ordering those mindless beasts, boy, I just want to tell you one thing."

Lin Wei listened quietly.

I just heard the old man say: "Boy, you must have recited the iron law of the damn magician... It always said how profound and unreliable space transfer is. Of course there are also those stories, the great magician who studied space magic How miserably you have lost yourself, never to be found again—but just think..."

Speaking of this, the old man bent down, coughed a few times with difficulty, and continued: "When your summoner opened the door of the magical contract, the guys who came out...are still alive and well?"

The author has something to say: Little Theater

Judgment (reading the script): This is not the right direction, my wife seems to be better than me!

Lin Wei (laughing wildly): Beauty, come here~

Old man (sneering): Boy, you think too much.