Magic Tower Starry Sky

When he got the news of someone fleeing at night, Shure Ion's fury was nothing to worry about. But to chase down a magician, even if that one is not famous for his combat prowess, it is not easy to just send some cats and dogs.

At least his own subordinates don't have the strength to stably kill a magician; they may succeed if they fight hard, but there are bound to be losses.

And it's been half a day, and I only know that the other party is leaving along the road leading to Orange Fruit? Eaton College. There is also a small team of people who started tracking immediately. Then what I can do is to gather as many forces as possible, and send out a large group of people to chase and kill the opponent. This is more secure and sure.

So he habitually came to the Central Tower of Wulian City, sending out orders one after another, and the forces belonging to the former president Chengguo Eaton also started to move. However, the nobleman later thought that everything was under control, but he didn't see the perfunctory attitude of those who received the order. The old man is dead, and he has no real son. Whether the person who sent the letter is worthy of allegiance or not is not a question.

Although the person to be contacted was only half-notified, but looking at the college commemorative pocket watch, he realized that the time for that important meeting was approaching, so Shure Ion didn't bother to continue writing letters. He hastily explained to the young magician who took refuge here, and sorted out a list of people who could be wooed, people who were already in control, and some restless people who needed attention.

He himself rushed to the meeting room with a group of young magicians centered on him. Since pocket watches and the concept of time have entered people's field of vision, ordinary people don't care much, but for busy big people, unnecessary waiting caused by poor coordination can be avoided.

In the past, if everyone was called for a meeting, it would be normal for the caller to go to the meeting place and wait besides sending a messenger. If the status is higher than everyone else, it doesn't matter if you arrive late; if not, it is also normal for the participants to leave the meeting directly because of impoliteness.

Likewise, people who are invited to participate generally get a list of attendees from the messenger. If you belong to a lower group in the list, you have to be self-conscious, arrive early, and don't make people wait. If the status is higher, it is normal to wait until you have finished your work before attending the meeting.

So a meeting, in the past, spent the most time waiting for everyone to arrive...

Fascinated masters don't have the luxury of nobles. Simple things have to be complicated. What can be solved in a few words, it is a waste to say more. I have already spent a lot of time waiting, and I still have to listen to a lot of nonsense. If I have a bad temper, I will definitely use magic to smear my face.

The advent of pocket watches with time divisions down to the second was a boon for these people. Appoint a time, regardless of status, almost everyone is used to press the timeline to attend the meeting. Even if there are other important matters that people want to communicate with before the meeting, they will agree to meet and discuss in a certain place in advance through forums or emails.

And this approach also gives some caring people an opportunity to take advantage of it. What Shure Ion is going to now is actually the fourteen-member council with the highest influence in the Xijia District. Before Chengguo Eaton passed away, he participated as an agent, mainly to convey the meaning of his teacher, the president.

And this time is the first fourteen-member council after the president's throne is vacant. Although no one informed him, he still knew when the meeting was called. As for the location, they are all in the small meeting room of the middle tower, which is the same location as the Council of Fourteen.

Because he entered the meeting room with the timeline pressed, Shure Ion opened the door and saw that except for the teacher who was no longer there, the other thirteen members were already sitting in their seats. In the eyes of everyone, he sat on the chair that originally belonged to his teacher and he sat on the chair several times when he was an agent.

To be able to become a member of the Xijia District Branch with tens of thousands of members, including tens of thousands of apprentices, and a member of the highest authority with only 14 people, which one is not an old fried dough stick. For this uninvited guest, everyone sat on the chairman's throne directly, and everyone remained calm, depending on what this little brat wanted to do.

Because it’s not time for the meeting yet, even if everyone arrives—the dead president’s agent was not counted among them—no one talks about business, just chatting and talking Just testing each other. It's like waiting before a meeting in the past. All the people who arrived early were doing this kind of thing. Maybe it's for another purpose, but it's more to pass the time.

However, as soon as Shure Ion entered, everyone fell silent and stared at the young man.

Thinking that he had controlled the situation, Shure Ion showed a complacent look. Following his teacher's past actions, he knocked on the table and said, "Since everyone is here, let's start the meeting."

"Before then." It was Master Sitata who spoke, a great magician who had always been at odds with the president. In fact, before Chengguo Eaton became the president, this Woody Kamel was a strong contender for the post of president. And that competitive relationship has continued. Although it is not inevitable that everything will be reversed, he always uses very strict standards to examine every decision made by the former president.

Now, the disciple of the dead enemy is sitting in a seat that does not belong to him. Woody Kamel questioned: "First of all, what qualifications do you have to attend this meeting, and what qualifications do you have to sit in that chair?" superior."

"Because—" Shure Ion snapped his fingers, and the young magicians who followed him filed into the conference room. Some were guarding the door, some were standing at the four corners, but more people were standing beside him. Behind it, there is an invisible sense of oppression. "──I took over what my teacher left behind, and this is my qualification to attend. And things should have been handed over to young people, and should not be occupied by a group of old people forever. In this way, everyone still Doubt."

The thirteen veteran magicians, and even several great magicians among them were silent. There was no change in the expression, just the same as Shure Ion's polite expression when they chatted before entering the door. Regarding this young man's performance, they only regarded it as watching a farce.

However, the performance of this group of old people gave the young people an illusion. Shure Ion, in particular, was satisfied with everyone's performance, he said: "First of all, the first thing we have to do is to send people to hunt down the defected magician, Gabrash Tripwood. Great Mage Greenwyn, I hope you will lead the team to carry out this task."

Staying by his teacher's side, how could Shure Ion not know some interpersonal relationships that should be paid attention to. Wanting to deal with the magician who offended him, Greenwyn, the great magician of the senior inspector in front of him, couldn't get around. But it would be too inferior to ask the other party directly. Taking advantage of the **** guy's escape, he used this method to force the great magician to express his opinion. As long as the other party knows each other...

"I refuse." The Great Mage Greenwyn replied without hesitation. He even looked down, looked back at the person sitting on the chairman's seat and said: "You have no right to order me to do anything. And what is the reason behind the departure of a magician? Naturally, the inspector will come forward to investigate. It’s not what you say, it’s something. Since the inspectors behind you are running dogs, just send them, I don’t want to carry out this kind of death mission.”

The merciless words filled the young magicians with righteous indignation. Especially the inspector recruits who were ridiculed, who had just put on the yellow cloak and wanted to make some achievements, were even more angry at the old man's words. How could the dignity of the yellow cloak be offended? With his hands clasped together and a spell recited, all the auxiliary magic for combat was on his upper body in an instant.

This is like a fuze, triggering a chain reaction. First of all, the great magician Greenwyn took out the means to save his life and fight, and the colorful magic aura on his body instantly lit up.

In order to be more confident in suppressing the explosive old guy, the young magicians also activated the functions of the combat props on their bodies, and quickly applied a few auxiliary spells to themselves.

However, the old men sitting firmly in their positions are not fuel-efficient lamps. In order to avoid being affected, or to prevent the young people from turning their heads and attacking Greenwyn while cleaning up their unprepared self, they simply showed a fighting posture. The magic props for life-saving are activated, and the auxiliary magic is added a series of ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ in a short period of time to match his own tactics.

It can be said that although the young magicians have an advantage in numbers, the old magicians have more means and more cards. If there is a conflict between the two sides, the side with more people is not a sure winner.

It is also this change that makes the momentum of the whole situation lean towards this group of old men who are not seen in the eyes. Young people, confidence is not so full.

It was only then that Shure Ion realized that these people were not old aristocrats full of fat. Without the protection of his subordinates, when the noble blood doesn't work, he becomes a weakling to be slaughtered.

There is no old man who can enter the Council of Fourteen who has not crawled out of countless bones. Those who have made their reputation, whether they are people or monsters, as long as they are not killed by themselves, they will not be counted in those numbers at all.

If it is an ordinary old magician who is not well-known, he may even brag about his achievements. But who can attend the council, which one has not been tested, and the strength and achievements are so strong that they are impeccable. Power or something is just an accessory.

To put it simply, the nobleman's style of play does not apply to magicians. It's just that there are so many people, it may not be enough to see this group of old magicians.

Realizing the mistake he made, Shure Ion's thoughts changed. As if to relieve the tense atmosphere, he changed the subject and asked, "Greenwyn, what do you mean by the mission of sending death? As far as I know, that lich didn't leave with that traitor. You won't It must be counting the woman known as the Demon King."

"Hmph, the traitor is not what you think it is, it is. Use those two words sparingly. The so-called death is because I don't want to touch that person when the Tower of the Great Sage opens the Eye of Arcane Technique."

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