It was a spacious and bright Magus Hall.
The walls of the hall were inlaid with countless runic crystals. Each crystal shone with a faint radiance, projecting a strange image. When all the images were pieced together, they formed a strange wall with thousands of postures.
In most of the images, there was a male or female Magus silently observing them. Their backgrounds seemed to be in different places. Half of the images were black, as if there was no connection.
In the center of the crystal curtain wall, a white-robed wizard, who was wearing an old-fashioned pointy hat, had an old face, a pair of tortoiseshell glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a silver-white beard hanging down to his chest, heavily tapped the magic staff in his hand and questioned loudly, "Speak! You've investigated for so long, you should have a conclusion by now! What is that Fire Magus trying to do by coming here? "
The Magi in the images on the wall were busy with their own things, and only a little of their attention was diverted here.
A few high-ranked Magi wearing different colored robes bowed in front of the white-robed Magus. They looked at each other, and finally, one of them stepped forward to speak.
This was a strange male Magus wearing black armor and a clown mask. Judging from his physique and aptitude, he had the strength of a rank 3 Magus.
"Lord Domhnar, according to the information from the surveillance team and the prophecy team, it seems that Grim is here to look for someone!"
"Look for someone? Who? Someone from the organisation or someone else? "
"M-Someone from the organisation!"
"Oh, who is it?"
Hearing the conversation between the vice-chairman and the clown Magus, many of the Magi in the images became interested and began to focus their attention on them.
"Lord … Lord Olivier!" The clown Magus could not help but lower his head at this point, and cold sweat seemed to be dripping down from his mask.
"Olivier …"
"Hey, when did he get to know Olivier?"
"That's right, Olivier. Have you met that Fire Magus before?"
In an instant, many Magi began to discuss among themselves, and many of them could not help but tease each other.
On the other side of the curtain wall, there was a projection of a beautiful and tall witch with shoulder-length black hair and a golden ring on her head. She was originally lying lazily on her side on the bed, listening to the conversation in the hall from time to time.
However, when the clown Magus said that name, she suddenly sat up straight, and her beautiful and gentle face suddenly became serious.
"All of you, shut up!" The young female Magus shouted, suppressing the gloating laughter of her colleagues. She then turned her gaze to the clown Magus, and her purple eyes glowed with a terrifying aura unique to a rank 4 Magus. "Did you say that Legendary Fire Magus is looking for me?"
Under the horrifying gaze of the Sadistic Witch, the clown wizard broke out in a cold sweat. He forced a smile and said, "My Lady, this is not what I said. It's the prophecy of the seven members of the prophecy team. There shouldn't be any mistakes …"
Unfortunately, no matter how she stirred, it was still a blank space.
Apart from hearing about some of the great achievements of this Legendary Fire Wizard, there seemed to be no other information that was related to him or had anything to do with him.
"Olivier, you … know that Fire Magus?" The old white-robed Magus frowned as he asked.
"I don't know him … I've never had any contact with him before!" The young witch said flatly.
"That's good!" Domhnar, the white-robed wizard, let out a sigh of relief. "This Grim has been causing quite a ruckus in the central continent for the past few decades. It was said that he had gathered a sizable force, and the Crimson Family had become the only super wealthy family in the scattered Forest Towers. Many people are saying that he might become the core power of the Central Continent … To be honest, the Association is also discussing how to deal with this guy! "
"What do you mean?"
"Since this guy has come to our east, we naturally have to take this opportunity to get in touch with him and observe his development potential. If he's really as powerful as the rumors say, then the Association will have to consider suppressing the Crimson Family … "
"The Association's actions are up to you, I don't care. But since this guy has come to find me, I'll go meet him and see what his intentions are. If there's a need, I can help you test his limits. "The young Olivier said arrogantly.
"That's good. In that case, I'll arrange for a few people to assist you and be your assistants … "
"No need. Are you still worried about my abilities? It doesn't matter if he was a dragon or a worm in the past, he'll turn into mud in my place! "
With that, the light screen that Olivier was on suddenly dimmed. It was obvious that he had lost contact with the Magus Hall.
After Olivier went offline, the Magi who had not had enough immediately began to discuss amongst themselves. It was obvious that they could not wait to see an exciting battle that would be like Mars colliding with Earth.
After all, the Association had more than forty grade 4 Magi, and that Olivier could definitely squeeze into the top ten.
Using this kind of power to directly clash with a little Fire Wizard who came from a 'backwater', no one would think that this so-called 'Legendary Fire Wizard' would win!
… …
After casually extinguishing the spell crystal, Olivier reclined on the soft couch and began to ponder silently.
This was a beautifully decorated lounge. The interior was luxurious and luxurious, filled with the extravagant and extravagant style of high-ranking nobles.
After the Soundproofing Barrier disappeared, through the thick golden oak door, Olivier was able to hear the boisterous sounds of the musical instruments downstairs, as well as the tidal waves of voices, flooding into the room, causing Olivier to frown slightly.
However, before she could do anything, the two sturdy golden oak doors were smashed open by a huge force. Three young men and women who were chasing each other barged in.
The young man in the lead had a fair and handsome face, and his body was strong and straight. He was dressed in a beautiful black magus robe that was well tailored, making him look even more outstanding.
From the style and style of his magus robe, as well as the exquisite magic runes and magical gems at the corners, it was obvious that it was not a standard robe issued by the Magus Association, but a custom-made, high-grade product. Just from this alone, it was obvious that this person's family was rich. It was really shocking.
However, it was a pity that he did not care for such an exquisite magus robe at all. The front and corners of the robe were stained with wine and grease. At this moment, he was obviously drunk beyond recognition. In his arms were two beautiful witches with hot bodies, and he laughed loudly as he stumbled into the room.
The three of them were only at grade 1 …
The two young witches were originally laughing to their heart's content, but when they saw Olivier's cold face, they shivered and hurriedly bowed, their faces filled with fear.
Although the young magus was only at grade 1, he did not show the slightest bit of fear when he saw Olivier. He shook off the two witches and rushed towards the grade 4 witch. He grabbed the corner of her sleeve and shook it violently.
"Sister … Sister … So you were hiding here … I was wondering why I didn't see you in the hall!" The young magus was so drunk that he could no longer support himself. He half-collapsed on Olivier's body, and the strong smell of alcohol from his mouth sprayed directly onto her face.
"Both of you can leave!" Olivier said coldly.
The two grade 1 witches hurriedly bowed and carefully left the room, closing the wooden door behind them.
Olivier sighed and raised her hands to hug the young magus's head. With a wave of magic, a faint yellow smell of alcohol seeped out of the young magus's pores and condensed into a ball of alcohol in her palms.
After the smell of alcohol was extracted, the young magus trembled and instantly became sober.
"Sister, why is it you!" The young Welsh could not help but hug his head, still immersed in the intense headache of being drunk.
"Welsh, you should know that losing a clear mind because of alcohol is a big taboo for us magi!" Olivier's face was full of reproach, but her actions were not as cold as her words. Instead, she took the initiative to massage the young magus's forehead.
"Sister, don't worry about me!" The young Welsh raised his head and laughed bitterly. "Ha, what can a useless person like me do even if I maintain a clear mind every day? Is there still room for improvement? "
Olivier's hands froze, and a look of despair appeared on his face.
The talent and potential of this younger brother of his was so poor that he was practically an insulator from magic. Even after Olivier had spent countless resources and paid a huge price, he had only managed to raise his strength to the middle of grade 1.
At this stage, the development of his strength had also reached its limit. No matter how many resources were thrown at him, not even a sound could be heard, let alone bringing him the slightest bit of improvement.
"Welsh, don't give up on yourself. Believe me, I will definitely find something that can improve your aptitude and let you continue to live! "Olivier stroked his face with a pained expression.
Welsh laughed bitterly and shook his head. "Sister, you have said this tens of thousands of times. You also know that my aptitude can no longer be improved by even half a step. I am already 337 years old. If it wasn't for the life extension ritual that you performed for me decades ago, I'm afraid I would have become a skeleton in a grave by now. Now … My soul has been strengthened so many times that it has long reached its limit. Even if you find a better and more useful life-extending treasure in the future, my soul will no longer be able to take it. "
"So, sister, don't force me to meditate and study magic anymore. I'm not cut out for this. If I have the time, why don't you let me indulge and happily exhaust the last of my life … "
With that, Welsh gently pushed away the grief-stricken Olivier and once again stumbled out of the room.
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