The First Mage

Immediately after...

All I saw was a figure slowly appearing in front of everyone amidst a burst of black mist...

"Congratulations, Your Excellency Speaker..."

At this time, Nolan, who was still extremely domineering before, bowed his head respectfully, turned sideways, and stood aside.

But now, all I could see was that figure nodded slightly, and a hoarse voice sounded slowly.

"Have you made everything clear?"

"Yes, I have informed several titled wizards according to your instructions, but they seem to be a little unwilling..."

When the voice fell, he was a little malicious, and looked at several titled wizards...

There was a sense of gloating in that voice.

Hearing Roy and the others, they all gritted their teeth.

this little man...

It's just a blatant threat.

It's just plain mean.

"If you have an opinion, just say it. I have a good relationship with a few old guys. There is no need to lose my temper because of a little thing..."

And somewhat unexpectedly, this Speaker, His Excellency, is unexpectedly young.

It was a face that looked like it was in its twenties at most, but it seemed that it was actually slightly older than Lynch.

A face looks ordinary, it belongs to the kind that can't be recognized even if it is thrown in the crowd.

It's just that on this body, there is a vigorous breath of life, full of a kind of vitality of life.

And compared with the lifeless Nolan next to him, it's the complete opposite...

It doesn't have the feeling of being haunted by the necromancer at all.

It's just that the only thing that fits the image of a necromancer in my impression is that extremely hoarse voice. That figure combined with that indifferent demeanor has a feeling that has gone through countless years...

The whole person just stood there, as if he had become the center of the crowd, making it impossible for people to ignore him.

But now, in front of him, the few titled mages who were able to fight for reason before all had bitter faces...

"Speaker Monchi, why are you here in person..."

At this moment, even when Roy spoke, there was a hint of tremor in his voice.

This is not to say that Roy was terrified all of a sudden.

In fact, in the Twilight Council, he communicated with Tian Tier a lot.

It's just that it's different after all...

The current Speaker of the Monchi, obviously, is not a good person. He fired with all his firepower as soon as he came up, and even he was facing tremendous psychological pressure.

Don't hurt your peace despite what you say...

But looking at this posture, if a few titled wizards refuse again, it will be a matter of hurting the peace.

It's about whether they can get out of here.

In front of a heavenly rank, to disobey his face?

It's impossible to kill a few titled wizards...

And this time...

Roy could only sigh deeply in his heart, and reluctantly said these polite words...

"You are all sent by those old guys, hehe, you are so old, and you still miss this place, it's fine if you don't want to let go, but you don't want to get ahead, but you actually sent out a few juniors, this is a bit greedy ..."

If someone else talked about their ancestors in front of their faces, Roy and the others would have turned their backs.

But now...

Roy and the others had wry smiles on their faces, not daring to say a word.

after all……

This Speaker Monchi is indeed an old acquaintance with his ancestors.

People at this level of people talk about it, and it's their turn to intervene?

Thinking too much...

Of course, it would be even more impossible to follow suit.

No matter when, the face is still needed...

Right now, Roy could only listen in embarrassment and remained silent.

After finishing this sentence, the Speaker of the Monchi cast his eyes on a few people.

"How do you think about my proposal? Of course, if I refuse, I won't stop it. It's just that it's a pity that you missed this cooperation opportunity, and if you go back empty-handed, hehe, I'm afraid a few The old guy won't let you go, will he?"

"Speaker Monchi was joking..."

Roy smiled bitterly. Now that the situation is stronger than others, there is really nothing to do...

After looking at the few people next to him, he sighed in his heart, and immediately said resignedly: "Since you are here, everything is up to you, but we few forces come To get here, after all, I have paid a lot of sacrifices... You see..."

This is already very clear.

Several of our forces can join your team.

But after all, we were sent by the superiors. Although the situation is stronger than others, and we are suppressed by you now, we still have to complete the task.

If you just go back like this, it's absolutely impossible...

In any case, you have to give some meat to eat, right?

after all……

Several forces were sent by the ancestors, and after paying such sacrifices, they couldn't be dismissed with a few sips of soup.

"Don't worry." However, the Speaker of the Monchi, as if he had expected this, just smiled lightly: "Belongs to you, and naturally you will not be missing, and I am not one of those Old guy, not so greedy..."

"Hehe, that's good, that's good, let you decide, of course you won't embarrass us juniors..."

Roy smiled awkwardly, which is equivalent to agreeing now...

In just a few sentences, the conditions have been negotiated.

However, this is also equivalent to acquiescing. When the time comes, the division of the cake will be decided by His Excellency Monchi.

In fact, this is also the effect that Sol wanted to achieve after a lot of trouble.

At that time, so much effort was wasted, but the goal was not achieved.

But now...

The Speaker of the Monchi, just a few short words, has already decided.

This is the naked strength gap...

"Okay, don't look at me with such eyes. What I said will naturally be counted. When the time comes, not only a few old guys, but even you, I will not treat you badly."

In just a few words, a huge division of interests was discussed, but the Speaker of the Monchi did not see any joy, as if everything was in his hands.

Then, he glanced at the few people lightly, and promised the conditions again.

It can be regarded as a slap in the face and a sweet date...

And the few titled magicians who are mature and mature naturally understand this truth, but they have to sigh in their hearts that His Excellency Monchi's methods are so sophisticated.