Mercenaries and Adventurers

In the fortress of the heavily guarded city, there is an anti-magic command room in the center.

"Impossible!" The old general smashed his fist on the desk.

He turned around from his back to his subordinates, and his old but jiongjiong's sharp eyes stared at the elite soldier captain in front of him: "I don't care where the president of the mage organization came from as a guarantor. Assassination at a music party, this is not something that can be solved by selling his face!"

The captain of the soldier group looked puzzled: "General, that is really not a means that humans can fight against. You can ask my men, they have all experienced the previous situation together, it is really beyond imagination."

The old general approached his subordinates and looked at a group of soldiers who looked like they were mentally traumatized: "You have been frightened by the methods of the magicians. You are an officer of the knight rank, you should know that the so-called magicians are always Hidden behind a lot of protection, and often exaggerated."

After finishing speaking, he didn't give his subordinates a chance to argue: "You stay, and everyone else goes back to the barracks. When do you rebuild your courage in your heart and come out to perform the mission again, don't embarrass me!"

The soldiers lowered their heads and walked out of the room one by one in shame.

After all the close senior officers were left in the room, the old general circled around the captain of the soldiers who stayed in place: "To be honest, I've heard of that Northern Magic Society, and I've also heard that they are a huge organization."

"But!" He said emphatically but with the volume of the word.

"This is the Farah Peninsula! It's Taturons! The old noble family that has ruled here for generations has nothing to say here, and the powerful imperial people have nothing to say here. He, the leader of a distant magician organization, suddenly intervened. Even the humblest ant catcher in the desert would not believe that the current situation is accidental."

He looked at the other officers in the anti-magic command room, and asked them, "Tell me, who is in charge here?"

The captain of the soldier group immediately said: "It is the great ring of the sun, yes."

He wanted to say more, but was stopped by the old general: "I didn't tell you to speak, shut up."

Only then did the other officers speak: "It is the great ring of the sun, and it is the same great chief priest of the church and his followers who save all peoples."

The old general stared at the captain of the soldiers: "Don't be intimidated by magic, they are all illusory things, not too great. Only the ring of the sun is the real great existence."

"This is not a place where magicians can confuse everyone. Be firm in your beliefs. Go back and rest first, and I will send other officers to deal with this matter. I hope that next time, such remarks and behaviors will not happen again."

After speaking, he returned to his seat, and when he was about to sit down and give orders to strengthen the search, the door bell of the anti-magic command room rang.

Ding ding ding.

Three mechanical bells connected to the thick anti-magic stone door suddenly sounded, it was someone from outside applying to come in.

A guard in charge of the security of the command room saw his identity through the turning mirror next to the metal bell: "General, outside is the deputy of the parish priest."

"Please come in." The old general said with a wave of his hand, and his **** that had been sitting down stood up again.

The guard pulled the mechanism, and the heavy anti-magic stone door was pulled sideways, and the stone door that had just been closed opened again.

"Good night, Priest 'Blue Sky'." All the officers in the command room touched their shoulders and saluted.

The priest of the Ring of the Sun with the unique title returned the salute to these officers one by one.

In his hand was the local dean's portable magic staff. Seeing this, the old general felt that something was wrong and frowned. With a wave of his hand, he told everyone, including the guards, to back out.

The pastor also signaled to the subordinates who were following behind him, telling them to withdraw temporarily.

When there was no one in the command room, the priest waved his hand towards the anti-magic stone door, and the white light on his body flashed away. The control mechanism at the door not far away moved by itself, closing the anti-magic stone door.

After there was no one else in the room, the old general took a deep breath and asked.

"What's the matter? Want to take the Dean's portable scepter?"

After a moment of silence, the pastor handed the scepter into the hands of the old general: "I'm sorry, the command of the patriarch: immediately after receiving the order, take back the army that was carrying out the search, and prepare to go with the patriarch to the Northern Magic Society to learn The hotel where the boss is."

"What? In this situation? We discovered the hidden power of many former nobles, and there is also evidence that they have been secretly funded by the empire."

After a pause, the old general raised his eyebrows: "They want to conspire to overthrow us! It's not just Taturons! Sowell's Great Oasis, Great Lighthouse Harbor City and other cities near the west side of the Fara Peninsula are all areas where they conspired! There are arrested spies as evidence! There are also a lot of tokens and letters from former nobles as evidence!"

Unexpectedly, the old general's solemn speech was not taken seriously by the pastor: "That's it, then everyone did a good job. But you still have to come with me, and you have to go to the president of the mage society and get involved in the assassination incident." The mage made peace."

Speaking of this, the pastor looked at the reluctant old general, and nodded his forehead: "Don't rush to say something, I already know that the so-called 'assassin' is not what you said."

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"Aren't you an old acquaintance with him? Although the mage behaved strangely, and we suspect that he has sinister spells to manipulate people's hearts, we are not ignorant of related news. The general, the empire and those oppressors may be Planning something, but the Ring of the Sun doesn't care. You've been a little too nervous about it lately."

When the pastor said this, he walked around the small command room with his hands behind his back, and said as he walked, "You may not understand."

"Don't understand what?" The old general was a little puzzled. Since the patriarch didn't care about the conspirators behind the scenes, why did he authorize him to let the soldiers enter the city.

"many."

"I don't understand. Don't hide it from me. My heart is towards the ring of the sun! You know, I have resisted the tyranny of the rich and powerful since I was young. They oppressed me, so I resisted! The ring of the sun was the first half of my life. Looking forward to the best results!" Having said this, the old general raised his voice loudly!

The pastor walked slowly in the command room while looking at the furnishings in the command room.

Hanging on the wall is a large mosaic sheepskin map of Taturones Harbor City, a map of the nearby sea area, a map of the nearby desert, and a map of the desert. The desks of the officers who work here have thick notepads and rolls of parchment, as well as church blessing luminous stone lamp holders for lighting, paper and pens for writing, and various exquisite kettles and teacups.

Nodding, 'Blue Sky' felt that the old general's management was still very good. Not to mention the victories in the war years ago, but also the military stability of Taturones and its vicinity over the years, thanks to the other party's utmost care.

He coughed lightly, and looked at the old general who was staring at him unblinkingly: "General, you are an excellent believer of the Lord."

"Of course, in today's Farah Peninsula, apart from those ex-nobles who were driven into the deep desert, where is there anyone who doesn't think that the Ring of the Sun is doing well. The population is growing, the city is developing, and the army is professional and obedient. So? "

The pastor walked into the old general: "That magician, do you know him?"

"Isn't a magician just a magician? If you say he's the president of the Northern Magic Society, then I know. It's just the leader of a magician association. On the Farah Peninsula, one or two nonsensical mages have to be wiped out every year." Association?"

The old general said unconvinced.

Unexpectedly, the pastor laughed helplessly: "What is the scale of the mage association that you said was wiped out?"

As if realizing something, the old general said reluctantly: "There are three or five people at least, and less than ten people at most. You know, there are always some things left by the predecessors in the desert. They not only attract Nan The sporadic mages who come to the north will occasionally impart magic knowledge to the desert residents."

Nodding his head, the pastor said softly, "The Northern Magic Association compiled the official number of mages last year, and it was 1,330."

"How much?" The old general raised more than one tone.

The pastor's voice became softer, but the old general who was a high-ranking knight could still hear clearly: "1,330 official magicians."

The old general's face changed again and again, and he finally said in a stern voice: "No one told me."

"General, now you know about it."

The old general took the patriarch's scepter in front of his eyes and looked at it. After a while, he raised his head and said, "Are you afraid of the ring of the sun?"

"Of course not. You don't understand that the Northern Magic Society itself is an organization established by magicians who escaped from the empire a long time ago. They fear the empire, and we fight the empire. Will the ring of the sun be afraid of them?"

"Then tell me this." The old general was a little dissatisfied.

"because."

"Because of what?"

The pastor showed a smile. He raised his hands above his head, his palms spread out like holding objects: "The Lord himself has ordered, and He has made arrangements."

The old general stopped breathing for a while, and after thinking for a while, he also laughed.

"Is it time?"

"Maybe, maybe not. Regardless of the result, you have to try, don't you?"

-

The old mage sent out several cat mages, retrieved mage Donila and reconciled with the local power holders.

These things are not a big deal to him, and he is not interested in the backstory of the events caused by Master Donila, after all, he is so busy.

As you can see, he is going to examine the various documents sent by the society with the help of Kony.

Intelligence news, experiment applications, financial review, high-level invitations, processing opinions, etc., etc., these things took up a lot of his time in public. Only when he rests can he relax properly.

A pinch of delicious tobacco from another world's adventures, and a sweet refreshing drink were his easy ways to unwind. He suddenly felt that something was missing. After pondering for a while, he snapped his fingers, opened a circular space channel from his side, and flew out a small gorgeous goblin.

Only the extremely beautiful goblin with the size of a palm happily whirled and danced in the air in front of the old mage. The old mage stroked his long white beard and felt something was wrong.

Then he pushed the goblin back into the space channel.

He stretched out his hands again, and a huge painting suddenly slapped the air from the air and appeared from the void.

The painting hangs in the air, holding steady. The content of the painting is brilliant and magnificent, describing a magnificent battlefield. People with a little knowledge can see from the complicated details of the painting that this is not a war that has ever happened in the world.

But at the bottom of all the paintings, where the various armies on the verge of attack, there is nothing but nothing.

No, if you look carefully, it seems that in a place where there seems to be nothing, surrounded by countless troops, there seems to be a small black dot drawn in the sky.

After looking at the painting for a while, the old mage felt dissatisfied, and muttered: "Where is it so big and conspicuous?"

Waving his hands to make the painting blur away, the old mage pondered for a while with his hands behind his back, and suddenly started to **** in the sleeves of his robes on a whim.

"It's not this, and it's not this, eh? There are quite a few more of these things, but they're not." After searching for a long time, he finally took out a pirate parrot from the sleeve of his robe with satisfaction.

As soon as the pirate parrot was taken out of the sleeve, it was full of foul language that sailors often said, but the old mage felt very happy. He put the parrot on top of his head, and took the parrot in his hand again when he felt something was wrong.

It didn't feel right either.

The pirate parrot couldn't stand it anymore: "Captain! Captain! Shoulder shoulders!"

The old mage suddenly realized, he let go of his palm, and after flattening his arm, let the parrot jump onto his shoulder by itself.

"Hey, that's right." He said to himself, but he corrected the little animal on his shoulder again: "It's the captain, call me the captain."

This pirate parrot is very smart, and its intelligence is not lower than that of ordinary people: "Yes, captain! Ship? Where is the ship?" The parrot saw the sea in the distance from the glass window of the house, but it didn't ask where the sea is. .

"Ship? It's not here. It has a lot of work to do. Hey, I haven't driven it for a long time. I don't know if it misses its captain." The old mage sighed.

At this moment, Master Kony opened the door and walked in.

He glanced at the parrot on the teacher's shoulder and thought for a moment, remembering the little animal that accompanied them across the ocean.

"Teacher, it's time to eat." Coney said with some reluctance.

The old mage touched the parrot that was standing obediently on his shoulder: "Yes, you are growing your body, you need to eat more nutritious food. Let me take a look, ah, here it comes."

After finishing speaking, the old mage pointed to the restaurant, and the sound of things falling on the dining table came from the restaurant next door.

"Go, eat more, please don't be picky eaters!" Glaring at the picky eater Connie, the old mage began to tease the pirate parrot.

Master Kony reluctantly went to the restaurant to eat. The food rich in magic elements was prepared by Master Harlow, and then the old master sent it from Master Harlow through space magic.

This is a fantasy to outsiders, but to the old mage who uses space magic as simple as raising a dog, it is just a random thing.

Just as he was taking a break to play with the little animals, the cross-space telematics communication system in the study—that is, the space mail box made a ding sound.

The old mage raised his eyebrows. General official documents would not make a sound. They would only receive the documents, cast a spell and put the documents on one side of the desk for stacking.

He only set up sound reminders when some important files or friends sent letters.

Familiar with the situation of the society, he knew that the society had nothing important at all, and the only thing he might receive a reply to was the reply to the letter he wrote to his friend before.

For these old guys, they basically haven't contacted each other for several years. He sent a letter before, and the sound at this time must be a reply letter from his friend who is the president of the Southern Magic Society.

"Haha, lucky parrot!" The old mage touched the parrot's feathers on his shoulder in satisfaction, and then made a small bag between his fingers, and directed it to buckle upside down on the parrot's head, covering its sight.

"Stay still, it's for your own good, little one."

Putting it on the chair, the old mage took the things. Sure enough, judging from the vigorous magic power emanating from the envelope, it was indeed a reply letter written by his friend.

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Your Honorable Master:

Your equally "honorable" friend Naingrom Sarsdoro is here to say hello to you and me at the same time, and wish each other's magical and enterprising hearts are still as clear and bright as ever.

I noticed the problem in your previous letter a long time ago. I feel much the same way you do about it: students, colleagues, students of colleagues, what is happening to them is what happened to us hundreds of years ago.

That is, the habit and pursuit of power status.

They may have made a mistake. What brings power and status is not power and status itself, but magic!

It's really sad. many things.

Good friend, about the cowardly mages you speak of who have lost their aggressiveness, unfortunately, the same thing is happening here on a large scale.

They no longer try to try new magical things that have not been discovered before, but in vain to taste the false honey brought to them by their power status, and after their lifespan is exhausted, they turn to a risk-free way to become, in my life A demented half-undead creature, it seems.

This might allow them to live longer, but so what? Chasing power and status with the same people all day long. ridiculous! I'm not like you, you're too shy for this to work. I reprimanded them directly, but the haggard faces that turned into undead showed only a little shame, and then fell silent.

They are resisting, maybe they are afraid of my power, maybe they are just not ready to overthrow me?

what can i do

The society has developed rapidly in the past two hundred years, and it dealt a severe blow to the arrogant empire a few decades ago. They were the ones who did it, good lads.

At least used to be good lads.

In this regard, I transferred away the mages who didn't suit me. Although I didn't want to, they still left. I couldn't see it. Really, it made me feel a lot easier, although I knew that in places I couldn't see, they only The wheat seedlings who learn magic will be cultivated into magical nobles who are exactly like them.

This is the identity of the imperial magician they once fought.

Your letter mentioned the matter of the Sunlight Lord. Fortunately, I can see the flying city of the Sunlight Elves twice a year here. It's really romantic, the powerful elf magic, and the courage and firmness of chasing the sun forever.

It's a pity that their cities are flying too fast, and the timing of their appearance is not fixed. Whenever my subordinates report, I can only sit on the high tower and watch the distant shadows across the sky.

I thought before that, just to say hello to them, I can't spend a few days waiting for the city that will cross the sky at an unknown time.

However, you mentioned what your high elf friends said, and I would be interested in information about how the elves among them survived the crisis we now face.

Maybe, I mean maybe, I can set aside a few days to wait for the flying city of the Sun Elf.

I hope your news is reliable. If it is not reliable, then I am too stupid to do something stupid.

Then you'll have to come over and prove to me that the stupid things I've done have a mystery in them that they don't understand. (Don't tell them the truth!)

Although some apprentice mages may be biased, taking a few days a year to do nothing is actually a kind of magic practice! !

Counting the days, they passed by me this year, that is, these days.

After receiving the letter, wait for my message at any time.

Remember to destroy the letter after reading it!

your old friend.

Naingrom-Salsdoro

The president of the Southern Magic Society who spends all day with the sea breeze

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After reading the letter, the old mage shook the letter, and the entire letter written in high elf script collapsed into a point, and then disappeared into pure burst energy.

These energies were transferred to an unknown space by his space magic, and did not affect the study where he was in the slightest.

"Okay, you can take off the bag on your head." The old mage said with a smile.

The pirate parrot, who couldn't stand the bag for a long time, removed the small bag covering its head with its claws. It looked around and found nothing different from before.

"Captain! Captain! Where's our ship?" The parrot pretended to be silly.

"Call me Captain. The ship is not in this world, it is busy." The old mage began to sort out official documents, but his mind was not on the documents.

Of course, he who can disperse his thinking doesn't mean he can't do another thing while thinking about one thing. This is something that many magicians can do. After all, many large-scale magics are difficult to complete by one person, but what should you do when you have only yourself, or you can only rely on the development of yourself to complete it.

Master Kony came back after eating, his face was full of dissatisfaction with the food.

"Hehe, Harlow's craftsmanship is at the top level in the world. How can you be dissatisfied? How many kings and nobles begged him to cook them a meal all day long, but they couldn't ask for it. And it is also beneficial to the body and rich in magic power food." The old mage said as he looked at Kony.

Hearing the criticism, Kony's face became even worse. He complained, "Teacher, let's forget about it. I don't know what new ingredients he got in the city today. It's too weird."

"Oh, what are the ingredients of UU Reading www.uukanshu.com? Can our little gourmet be dissatisfied?" the old mage joked.

Coney gesticulated for a while, then got distracted and found a pen to draw on the back of an official document.

He was guided by a professional painter at home when he was a child, and he drew the food he just ate with a few simple strokes. It was a large ant slightly smaller than a dinner plate.

When the parrot on the shoulder saw what Coney had drawn, it yelled loudly: "Ants! Ants! Help! Help!"

"This is it, a very big ant. It tastes, uh, a little sour, and it has enough magic power of the earth, wind and life. It's really difficult for him. I don't know where I got it." Ke Ni complained.

The old mage stroked his beard, and reached into the sleeve of his robe to search for it. After searching for a while, he took out a book that looked new from his sleeve.

"Look, Master Donila's travel notes published half a century ago! I have read this travel notes as a recreation, and it seems that there is something mentioned in it. Let me take a look." As he said, the old mage read the thick travel notes I flicked it quickly with my fingers, then closed my eyes slightly, and found a page exactly.

"Look here. The desert weaver ants are huge in size. The advanced desert weaver ants are a magical creature and a precious treasure!" Seeing Kony's weird face, the old mage coughed in embarrassment: "Okay , It may be exaggerated in the book, but it must have taken a lot of hard work for Harlow to let you taste the treasure. This is a good intention."

"Who knows where he got that thing? Whoops." Coney sat back in his seat, listlessly.

The old mage knocked on the table: "Come on, the cats are back, and our mage Donila is here too."