Age of Adepts

Greem soon met Chairman Freed again in Fort Keslin.

And there were three other fourth-level wizards who met Greem with him, and among them was Elder Nicholas who had met once. The remaining two, one is a decent-looking middle-aged witch named Clara, who is the current patriarch of the Denell family where Smashed Face Galo belongs. The other is an old pedantic wizard with an old and disfigured face. His name is Milwa, and he is the vice president of the association.

Under the witness of three 4th-level wizards, the president Fried softly chanted mysterious and weird witchcraft spells. With the sound of the incantation, black smoke from the large canopy escaped from the surrounding walls, floors and ceilings, and gathered in front of Greem to form a mysterious contract with gold letters on a black background.

The material of the contract is composed of mysterious black smoke, but the dazzling golden color floating on it is blurred. Only when Greem slowly extended his spiritual power into it, a terrifying binding power appeared in his mind inexplicably. the contract text.

"Drip, the remnants of the ancient contract were detected... Once the subject imprints the soul on the contract, it will be bound by the contract with other souls. This contract has no soul master, and it is a mutual aid soul contract. As long as the subject does not violate According to the agreement of all soul imprinters, there will be no soul damage."

"After testing, three verbal agreements were found on the ancient contract fragments, the contents are as follows:"

"1. This contract is the common agreement of all fourth-tier wizards in the scattered Tallinn area in the central part of the mainland. All contract participants are not allowed to attack each other or infringe on each other's interests. Those who violate it will be downgraded."

"Second, those who join the contract must safeguard the overall interests of wizards in the Sanchitalin area, obey the assignment of the Sanditalin Association, and resist the infiltration or invasion of foreign forces without threatening their own safety and vital interests!"

"Third, first-time entrants are required to perform an association task assigned by all contract participants. If you refuse this task, it will be deemed as a refusal to serve the Sandi Tallinn Association and will be expelled from all contract participants!"

Greem narrowed his eyes slightly, silently thinking about the contract text in front of him, and vaguely understood something in his heart.

Seriously speaking, this contract is actually to bring together all the high-level wizards (mainly referring to Tier 4) in the central part of the continent to jointly resist the invasion and infiltration of the three major wizard organizations. In essence, it is a good thing for the entire Sandalin!

At least, with this contract, it is impossible for the various wizard wars in the central part of the mainland to spread to the fourth level. Without the participation of Tier 4 wizards, the intensity of wizard wars will become controllable, and it will not cause all kinds of terrible death or infinite wars in the middle of the mainland.

Of course, the top executives of the association are not so stupid as to ban all levels of war.

After all, a certain degree of wizard battle can better cultivate and select more powerful wizards, and it is also part of the internal competition mechanism of survival of the fittest.

Therefore, what the association forbids is actually only conflicts between fourth-order wizards.

As for those below Tier 4, as long as this kind of competition does not damage the operation of the entire wizarding system, the association will not stop the minor wizarding family wars, but will be happy to see them succeed. Because only in this way, it is possible for those newly rising powerful wizards to suck the nourishment from the losers and step up to the top step by step.

From this point of view, Greem and the Crimson Family he formed are actually the beneficiaries of this loose policy.

After reading through the entire contract text, Greem understood it very clearly.

The entire association's constraints on fourth-tier wizards are still very loose.

After all, all the 4th-tier wizards in the central part of the mainland united to form such an association, the purpose was just to keep warm and resist the invasion and infiltration of the three major wizarding organizations in the surrounding area, not to tie themselves up.

Therefore, in addition to the mandatory task when he first joined, once he became a fourth-level elder in the association, Greem would naturally have a great say in the development of the entire Sandi Tallinn area. But the association's constraints on him are very few.

All tier 4 association elders have the right to submit association issues.

When encountering major events or issues, the chairman often convenes a gathering of people to discuss and vote on content that is in dispute. There are currently fourteen fourth-level wizards in the association. Except for the president, Wizard Fried, who has two votes, the other fourth-level wizards each have one vote.

Proposing a proposal requires only one vote, but vetoing it requires more than half of the votes.

Therefore, within the association, as long as more than half of the elders of the association do not object, the will of any fourth-level elder can be implemented unimpeded.

This... perhaps is the main reason why all Tier 4s in the central part of the mainland are willing to join the Sandi Tower Forest Association!

"I'm still at level 3..." Greem raised his head and looked at the President Freed who was staring at him, and asked with some doubts.

The contract in front of him is obviously for a Tier 4 wizard, and he is only a Tier 3 wizard now. The Association is so urgent that he sign this contract now, obviously there are some big problems inside.

"You will be a Tier 4 soon!" President Fried looked at him with a smile: "I have confidence in you!"

Greem was still hesitating.

The black-mouthed and black-faced Elder Nicholas said coldly: "What? You want to reject this contract? I warn you, think carefully about the consequences of rejecting this contract!"

President Freed smiled and waved at Elder Nicholas.

"Don't scare him... Your Excellency Greem will definitely make a wise and correct decision!"

When speaking of the word 'wise', Chairman Freed obviously emphasized a bit.

But Greem looked at his kind smile like a smiling tiger, but really wanted to hit him with a fireball in the face.

One red face and one black face!

While Greem was still hesitating, a familiar female voice sounded clearly in his mind.

"Sign it! I'll explain it to you later..."

It was Alice's voice.

The moment Alice's voice sounded, the President Freed who was standing opposite Greem seemed to sense it, and suddenly looked up to the north.

Greem no longer hesitated, stretched out his right index finger, condensed a cluster of tiny bright yellow flames, and gently pressed on the mysterious contract. The moment the flame touched the contract, Greem's name written in the common language of wizards appeared strangely on it, and then the whole contract exploded into a boundless black mist and merged into the surrounding air with a bang.

Greem could perceive that this mysterious contract did not dissipate, but was directly stored in the core of Krislinburg's activated consciousness.

Seeing that Greem signed the contract, the faces of the fourth-level wizards in front of them instantly became lively. Witch Clara and Elder Nicholas, who were witnesses, nodded and smiled at Greem, congratulated them, and disappeared without a sound.

Soon there were only Greem, Fried, and Milva left in the secret room.

Although Greem is not yet a fourth-level wizard, but seeing the smiling faces of the two wizards, it seems that he is completely treated as a same-level wizard.

"Here... this is the reward you deserve!"

What President Freed threw over was a magic ring with a unique and exquisite shape. The logo of the Sandalin Association was inlaid with small fire diamonds on the ring surface.

"This is your elder ring. With it, you have the right to freely enter and exit Keslinburg. At the same time, you can also call the wizard troops within the association to a limited extent. There is also a small storage space inside the ring. Promise that your 500 Sith source quality has been placed in it..."

Even with Greem's calm mind, he couldn't help trembling the moment he caught the ring.

After all, the power and will represented by this ring are heavy in the entire central part of the continent, and its weight is definitely higher than that of most wizard families. To put it bluntly, with this ring on, if Greem is determined to destroy a wizard family, he doesn't even need to do it himself, there will be a lot of wizard forces willing to do it for him.

After all, there are tens of thousands of wizard families in the middle of the mainland, but there are only fourteen fourth-level wizards.

Who is more important and who is less important on both sides is simply self-evident!

"Don't be too happy too early. Before you become a fourth-level wizard, your elder power is still temporarily frozen. Only when you really become a fourth-level wizard, all of this officially belongs to you! But I believe that this It won't be long in a day..." President Fried showed a weird smile on his face.

"In addition, if I were you, I would directly teleport back to the Crimson Family, and I would not take a single step before advancing to the fourth level. You must know how tempting these source qualities are for a third-level wizard. And the ultimate Temptation will make countless people take risks..."

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Throne of Fire.

When the dense teleportation light slowly dissipated, Gargamel, who had changed greatly, stood at the door of the teleportation room with a respectful expression on his face, bowing to salute.

"Welcome back, Master Patriarch!"

The news from afar has already been sent back to the Crimson Family.

At this moment, the entire Crimson family was completely boiling, and there were excited and celebrating people everywhere. Therefore, as the big housekeeper of Crimson, Gargamel's tone was also full of endless joy and uncontrollable excitement.

"Okay, okay...don't play with these silly things anymore, the Patriarch you were waiting for didn't come back, it was us who came back!"

Hearing that familiar voice, Gargamel raised his head abruptly, only to realize in embarrassment that there were only Mary, Wen Lier, and Emelia standing in the teleportation formation, and there was no Greem at all.

"M...Master Mary...where is the Patriarch?"

"Hmph, I don't care where he goes! You can wait here if you like!" Mary was full of anger when she mentioned this, and walked away angrily.

"Master Gargamel, just wait here!" Wen Lier was obviously in a good mood, and left with a coquettish smile.

Seeing his father making a fuss, he couldn't figure it out. Emelia Laggage, who fell on the sleeve of the witch robe at the end, leaned over and whispered: "The Patriarch is going to the Tower of Destiny!"

"oh oh!"

Gargamel waited for a long time before realizing it.