Herza's words were like a match thrown into gasoline. With a "boom", it lit up the entire banquet hall. The originally quiet banquet hall suddenly became noisy. Almost everyone was discussing fervently, and the sounds of whispers mixed together, turning the quiet banquet hall into a bustling market.
Most of the faces of the 24 young mages were filled with surprise.
Before coming to Alanna to participate in the trial, none of them could have imagined that there would be such an opportunity waiting for them. Before today, they had probably never even dreamed that they would have the chance to become the president of a Guild of Magic.
The Felan Kingdom was a kingdom of magic. The president of a Guild of Magic was not just for show. He would have a huge amount of resources in his hands, and would be qualified to learn the most profound spells. He would not even be restricted by the laws of the world.
Most of the people present were only in their twenties. At this age, powerful strength and noble status were undoubtedly the most tempting things.
It was unprecedented in the history of the Felan Kingdom to be able to become the president of a Guild of Magic at the age of 20. The winner of this trial was almost destined to become the most dazzling star in Felan.
Who would be able to resist such an opportunity and temptation?
Even Fedrick, who had been twisting around as if he had hemorrhoids, had his eyes lit up at this moment. He stared at Herza like a wild wolf that had been starving for a few days and nights and was staring at a piece of fresh fat meat …
Sarsen looked at Gryffindor, who was in the distance. This number one mage genius of Felan had a calm expression all along. When he conversed with his companions, he would even reveal a relaxed smile from time to time. However, what was emitted from his body was endless confidence, as if the final winner of this finals was already in his pocket.
Sarsen sighed slightly. Even with his pride, he had to admit that Gryffindor did have a reason to be confident.
Since returning from the Shadowglen, Sarsen had seen Gryffindor a few times. He could clearly feel that Gryffindor's strength had increased by leaps and bounds again. The current Gryffindor might have already touched the edge of the Archmage realm. Perhaps he only needed to take another step forward, and he would be able to step into the realm that all mages dreamed of.
Even Sarsen could not tell how strong Gryffindor was now.
He only knew that he had been left far behind by the number one magic genius of Felan.
The scene in the Shadowglen appeared in Sarsen's mind. He had to admit that there were real geniuses in this world. The purpose of their existence was to make those who were chasing after them feel hopeless. For example, Gryffindor, who was already close to the Archmage realm at the age of 20, and the guy who fought against the Lich head-on …
Perhaps only that fellow could be Gryffindor's opponent.
Sarsen subconsciously looked into the distance. The young mage from Jarrosus also looked calm. At this moment, he was playing with two cutlery in boredom, looking like an outsider who was not affected by the previous news at all.
Compared to the cheers of the young mages, Macklin and the others were much calmer.
In fact, the expression on their faces could even be described as solemn.
The 20-odd Archmages present were all core members of the Alanna Guild of Magic. They knew far more than these young lads.
The way they looked at the problem was naturally very different.
In fact, Macklin was having a headache now.
A new Guild of Magic was not as simple as it seemed.
This meant more realistic things, such as the division of power, the distribution of vested interests, the relationship between each other, and many more …
These problems were very unscrupulous, but they did exist, and they troubled everyone all the time …
The interests of the 24 Guilds of Magic in Felan were intertwined like a mess. This mess had not been sorted out for more than 1,200 years since the Dark Age.
And the decision of the Supreme Council was like taking this mess in their hands and kneading it harshly a few times. The mess that was originally unclear became even more chaotic.
No one knew what the Supreme Council was thinking, and no one knew what they were planning to do.
Macklin didn't even know where this new Guild of Magic would be established.
The 24 most prosperous cities in the Felan Kingdom had long established their own Guilds of Magic. Where would this new Guild of Magic that suddenly popped up be established?
"Could it be the Breezy Plains?" Thinking of this possibility, the expression on Macklin's face suddenly changed. "This is too exciting …"
The more Macklin thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible. As this thought extended, many questions that he could not figure out before suddenly seemed to have answers. No wonder the Supreme Council would arrange this trial, no wonder they deliberately added the Shadowglen mission in the middle, no wonder the final rules were so strange …
There was a hint of understanding on Macklin's face, but at the same time, there was a hint of worry.
He looked at Aldwin, who was beside him, and saw that he had a similar expression. It seemed that both of them had the same idea.
Macklin could not sit still, and decided to ask Herza.
Fortunately, it was Herza who came this time.
Herza was in charge of external affairs, and would come to Alanna a few times every year. Macklin had some friendship with him.
Hence, Macklin leaned over wretchedly. "Mage Herza, is it the Breezy Plains?"
"The weather is good today …"
"…" Macklin was choked by him and rolled his eyes. In his anger, he could not help but curse secretly. Bitch!
Macklin did not scold wrongly. Herza was indeed worthy of the word bitch.
A good meal was ruined by Herza just like that. Under the bombardment of this earth-shattering news, who could still eat? The sumptuous food that was served later tasted like wax in the mouth of everyone. With their minds distracted, the meal was simply tasteless. It was only about eight o 'clock, and everyone had left early.
After this hasty meal, the atmosphere in the Alanna Guild of Magic suddenly became tense. Almost every one of the 24 young mages was trying their best to improve themselves. Those who were qualified to enter the Omniscient Tower could not wait to move their homes into the Omniscient Tower. Every day, before the sun rose, they would go in early, and would only leave the tower at nine o 'clock in the evening. They were so focused that they could not bear to waste a minute or a second. Even when it was time to eat, they would want to pour everything into their stomachs.
The dozen or so who were not qualified to enter the Omniscient Tower were also not to be outdone. They went to the Adventurers Guild almost at the same time, and accepted a large number of difficult missions there. They used this self-torturing method to close the gap between themselves and the others.
Even though there was a huge mountain called Gryffindor pressing on their heads, no one gave up in this month.
Who knew what would happen in a real battle? Gryffindor was not the only one who had the chance to compete for this position. Maybe a mistake in casting a spell would send this opportunity to them.
This was probably the thought of most of the young mages.
This tense atmosphere did motivate quite a number of people.
Even Mason, who had never been diligent, went to the Omniscient Tower almost every day these few days. Moreover, he would pull Orrin along when he had nothing to do. The two of them hid in the Spell Testing Hall and blasted various spells.
As for why they looked for Orrin and not Lin Li? This was a little complicated …
If Mason were to answer, he would most likely mutter, "F * ck, do I have nothing better to do? Why would I look for that monster?" That was called masochism, okay …
Of course, even if he wanted to look for Lin Li, he might not be able to find him.
Lin Li was also very busy.
It was just that the things he was busy with were not the same as the others.
Originally, he had given Elijah a month's time to look for someone in the black market. But, it had only been a week, and the blond youth had brought him good news.
"Mr. Magician, I've done what you asked me to do!" The fair and clean face of the blond youth was filled with excitement. He could not help but be excited. That was a big business of three bottles of Bull's Strength Potion …
"Bring me there immediately." Without another word, Lin Li pulled Elijah out of the Guild of Magic.
The two of them hurriedly left the guild hall and crossed the streets of Alanna. It did not take long before they saw the door of the Adventurers Guild. Like Jarrosus, Alanna's black market was also opened near the Adventurers Guild. This was very normal. The place where adventurers came and went was naturally the most suitable for such business …
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