Master Tongtian

According to Patsy's news, the storm in Crescent Town is already on the eve of breaking out.

By then, Crescent Town will be in ruins, and at least 40,000 civilians will suffer greatly.

But the bad news in the northern town, after being weakened by multiple social classes, had almost no visible impact on the mage community of Silver Moon Castle.

At most, it just gives the mages more topics to talk about.

When the carriage stopped at the entrance of the mage's guild, looking out of the window, one could see that the guild hall was as lively as ever, and the formal mages entering and exiting the guild were as aloof as ever.

Rosen, who was wearing a dark blue leather trench coat, a flower staff on his waist, and an intermediate 8-star divine grace gold emblem on his chest, got off the carriage first.

Nearly ten months have passed since the beginning, and Rosen's stature and body have undergone tremendous changes, and he is already taller than Thrandis.

Now he has broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs. He has a face that is not particularly handsome but full of energy. Coupled with decent clothes and powerful magic weapons, he attracts the attention of many onlookers as soon as he appears.

Someone in the hall immediately turned to look and recognized his identity immediately.

"Look! Master Liushu is here~"

"Hmm~~What a rare handsome guy."

"Hmph~ Although the achievements in magic are indeed good, they are moral."

"Hush~ Stop being quick with your words, buddy, so as not to anger the master and make you unable to pass the official mage exam for the rest of your life!"

There was a lot of discussion, but it was different from the mixed reviews and criticisms in the past. However, almost no one said anything bad about Rosen to his face, and no one who didn't know him personally spoke against him.

Immediately afterwards, Rosen took Thrandis's hand and helped her get out of the carriage.

Thrandis wore a dark red slim-fitting flowing silk skirt and a dark red lady's velvet hat with black veil covering her face. The color of the clothes blended with her thick long hair.

The dark-colored clothes made her skin glow even more. Coupled with her naturally indifferent expression in front of outsiders, her whole person showed an indescribable grace and coolness, as if she was standing high on the clouds and looking down at the world. goddess.

Anyone can tell at a glance that this is no ordinary noblewoman who is attached to a man, but a real noblewoman with power and wisdom.

If Rosen's appearance only caused a discussion, Thrandis's appearance caused a moment of silence in the lobby on the first floor of the guild.

There was suddenly silence, as if time had stopped. It lasted for more than ten seconds before gradually returning to normal.

This is not only because of Thrandis's extreme beauty, but also because she has reached a high level of powerful magic.

After reaching this level of mana, every move will naturally have a breathtaking aura.

In fact, when a high-level mage stares at an ordinary person, that person will immediately feel flustered.

The stronger ones will immediately turn away to avoid looking at each other, while the weaker ones will be frightened and run away, or even faint.

Without him, the gap in souls is just too big.

Rosen raised his arms slightly and walked into the wizard's guild hall with Thrandis on his arm.

Wherever the two of them went, everyone quickly retreated and saluted respectfully, as if they were carrying a powerful gravitational spell.

The two of them didn't stop on the first floor and walked directly towards the stairs.

Master Philama wanted to come up to receive him, but Rosen glanced at him lightly, waved his left hand casually, and the other party obediently stepped back, like a transparent person.

Arriving on the marble spiral steps, Thrandis chuckled and said, "Rosen, it feels like everyone knows you."

She felt that many people looked at her with doubts, but when they looked at Rosen, they all recognized him immediately, which showed Rosen's huge reputation.

Rosen smiled slightly: "Maybe it's because I often run outside."

This has nothing to do with the level of strength. Mortal fame must naturally be accumulated through mortal affairs. If you live in seclusion, you will naturally know fewer people and your reputation will naturally be low.

For example, if St. Alfreya suddenly appears in the mages' guild, it is guaranteed that no one will recognize her.

If she dressed more plainly and restrained her power and aura, many people would probably have the idea of ​​taking her under their control.

Soon we arrived on the second floor. As a habit, I walked to the entrance of the thesis review department first and looked inside the door, but I didn't find Fuller.

After counting the time, Rosen understood: "Mr., you have a rest today."

So the troops divided into two groups.

"Ana, I'll buy the spell book, and you can change the badge."

"good."

Thrandis was very familiar with the layout and functional areas of the Mage Guild. After recalling it for a moment, he turned and walked towards the third floor, but to find President Fearon.

According to the guild rules, the emblem of a high-level mage is made of precious meteorite eternity, and the certification of each high-level mage is personally carried out by the guild president.

We soon arrived at the third floor, and those who could come to the third floor without invitation were basically accomplished and powerful mages, at least possessing the power of the mid-level peak.

Soon, Thrandis stood at the door of the president's office.

The door was closed, and there were two armed guards standing at the door. After seeing Thrandis, the two guards were a little surprised, and one of them asked: "Madam, how can I serve you?"

Thrandis stopped 4 meters away from the two of them: "Is the President here?"

"Of course, but it's currently under discussion."

"How long will it take to get better?"

"It should be soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened.

A middle-aged mage who was almost forty came out with a gloomy expression. There was a secret gold 9-star emblem hanging on his chest. He should be a mid-level peak mage.

Thrandis actually had mild prosopagnosia, and he didn't care much about the outside world, so he didn't know the man's identity. He just glanced at him casually and nodded as a greeting.

President Fearon's voice came from inside the door: "Which mage is standing outside the door?"

"President, it's me, Anna Thrandis Philander."

President Fearon's voice added a layer of smile: "Ah ~ Miss Thrandis"

"No, President, you should call me Mrs. Philander."

"Well, Mrs. Philander, come in."

With these words, the guard at the door stepped aside and opened the door for Thrandis.

After Thrandis entered the president's office, he saw Feren sitting behind a very large red oak desk.

It can be seen that the table is very new, it must have been replaced recently, and a high-quality red oak table like this costs 300 kroner.

Thinking back to the days when he received the 15 kroner relief in the past year, Thrandis felt like he had a nightmare, and his impression of Faerun had also been greatly reduced, from impression preference to indifference.

Of course, etiquette still needs to be talked about.

He bowed to Faerun as a mage and then expressed his intention.

"President, I have recently changed my meditation image and been able to break through the high-level obstacles and be promoted to a high-level sun mage. Therefore, come and receive my high-level badge."

Fearon's face suddenly showed unconcealable shock.

"High-level Sun Mage. Oh ~ Mrs. Philander, your talent in magic is really shocking, but are you sure you are a high-level one?"

If he remembered correctly, the other party was only 21 years old, and his breakthrough speed to the high level was only one year later than that of the Earl.

At this rate, becoming an Archmage is almost a no-brainer.

Therefore, he didn't dare to believe it.

Serandis' thoughts shook slightly, the mana in his body surged faster, and a faint glimmer suddenly appeared in his eyes.

The bright light in the eyes is a sign unique to high-level mage, and it cannot be faked.

A very gentle smile suddenly appeared on Fearon's face: "Mrs. Philander, it is really an honor to witness you achieve such an amazing achievement."

After a pause, he asked again: "But I want to ask, are you still focusing on studying magic?"

"certainly."

"Then do you think you are a pure scholar now, or do you occasionally act as a mercenary?"

If it were in the past, Thrandis would of course say that she was a pure scholar, but now, she has seen through Faerun's true face.

She replied calmly: "President, you don't have to ask in a roundabout way. Let me tell you straight, my husband is a mage from the temple sect, and I am naturally a mage from the temple sect."

Faeron was stunned for a moment, carefully observing Thrandis's expression, and immediately knew that this person could no longer be deceived.

In this case, he didn't bother to pretend.

The smile on his face gradually faded, and his voice became indifferent.

"Mrs. Philander, I am very disappointed with your answer, but I think you were deceived by Rosen."

Thrandis' face turned cold: "President, I'm here for high-level certification, not to listen to your nonsense!"

Saying this sentence means that the last bit of friendship between the two parties has been broken.

Fearon's face turned cold, and he leaned back hard, and his back hit the thick cowhide cushion with a 'pop' sound.

"Thrandis, I admit that your little husband is very capable, but he is too young, comes from a commoner, and is a foreigner. His current achievements have reached their peak."

"Without the help of his family, he would never be my opponent in this life!

"As long as I catch him with a sore leg, I will directly report him to the Winter City Mage Association. Maybe he won't even be able to keep his qualifications as an official mage!"

"As for you, woman, you may be a magic genius, but you are the canary in the cage. Without Philander to protect you from the wind and rain, you are nothing!"

Thrandis clenched his fists when he heard this, and anger surged in his heart: "President, you are not going to give me a high-level emblem, are you?"

"No~ I'll give it to you."

Faerun stretched out his hand, and a small wooden box flew into his hand. He opened the lid, and inside was a high-level emblem made of emerald green meteorite gold, which was also the dream of countless mages.

He turned his hand over and the wooden box fell from his hand to the ground in front of the table. The emblem fell out and rolled on the ground.

"If you want it, just pick it up yourself, woman."

Seeing that Thrandis' face was as cold as frost, he raised a finger and shook it in front of him, smiling slightly.

"Don't be angry, and don't try to use magic on me to vent your anger. The real world is much crueler than you think!"

"If I want, I can kill you right here, and your husband can only come and collect your body."

"If he can't suppress his anger and attacks me, then I can fight back openly and send you and your wife to the Kingdom of God."

"Perhaps someone will scold me behind my back, Earl. If she had been the Earl, she might have punished me, but it would only be punishment."

"I don't care, it's just about spending money to maintain relationships."

"As luck would have it, I have plenty of money!"

Of course he wouldn't actually kill people in the guild, he just wanted to humiliate this nerdy female mage who betrayed the scholar sect and vent his anger.

He also understands the other party's character, status and abilities, and knows that there will be almost no consequences.

Thrandis turned pale after hearing this, because she discovered that the other party could indeed do this. Although the consequences would be huge, with his status and reputation, he could indeed withstand it.

But at this moment, an indifferent voice came from outside the door.

"Faerun, if you dare to take action, then I guarantee that the most explosive news in Silver Moon Castle tomorrow will be that President Faerun died tragically in the office, and his body was not found!"

It's Rosen.