Of course, if the bigger ant was willing to take the initiative to be friendly, Lin Li would not reject it.
Yes, just like Sarsen.
After all, he was one of the two Archmages in this trial. When he won the championship and started to build a new guild, he would need some manpower. Although his mentor held an important position in the Supreme Council, he could not directly provide help to him. When the time came, he would still have to rely on himself. An obedient Archmage would undoubtedly save him a lot of effort.
After Gryffindor responded with a "hmm", he had been waiting for the other party to take the initiative to befriend him. Then, he could take advantage of the situation and make his tone more tactful and warm. This would not only give the other party a way out, but also not lose his identity. Yes, just like with Sarsen. Gryffindor believed that he would not have to wait too long.
His current strength was far beyond that of the other trial mages. At this critical juncture, as long as one was not a fool, he should know to "show mercy" to him before the finals.
After all, mistakes were allowed in the finals this time. If he were to use too much force, he would die for nothing.
In the end …
Gryffindor waited for a long time before he suddenly realized that the fella called Felic did not seem to want to befriend him at all. He had been talking to Sarsen, and the content of the conversation was nothing more than meaningless things like the good weather today or what he was busy with recently.
Gryffindor frowned, and his expression became a little unpleasant.
He simply could not understand why these meaningless things would be more important than asking him to show mercy. After all, this was a matter of life and death. If he really held a grudge against him, he did not have to do anything at all. He just had to use a little more force in the finals, and he would very likely be sent back to Jarrosus in a body bag.
With the halo of being the number one magic genius of Felan, Gryffindor would always be the focus of the crowd wherever he went. It was the first time in his life that he was ignored as though he was invisible. This made him a little dumbfounded. After the shock, an unknown anger rose in his heart. This Jarrosus country bumpkin really doesn't know what's good for him. I've already given him a chance to get on good terms with me, but he pretended not to see it. He even dares to treat me, Gryffindor, like air!
Gryffindor's face turned pale. If not for Sarsen, he would have left long ago. So what if Lin Li had the abilities of an Archmage from the countryside? How dare you give me, Gryffindor, that attitude? However, after looking at Sarsen, Gryffindor held back his anger.
Lin Li didn't care much about the country mage since he didn't have any background. Even if he killed him in the finals, no one would stand up for him. However, Lin Li had to give Sarsen face. After all, his mentor was the president of the Nightfall City Guild of Magic. Lin Li would still need his help when he established his new guild in the Breezy Plains.
Gryffindor held back his anger as he listened to their conversation.
"Oh, yes. Mage Felic, I heard from Mr Macklin a few days ago that you haven't returned to the Guild of Magic for a few days?" Ever since he saw the two pharmacists' respectful attitude towards Lin Li, Sarsen knew very well that this young mage from Jarrosus was not as simple as he thought he was. Furthermore, they were not close friends, so they could not speak as casually as Lin Li and Mason. Sarsen was very polite during the conversation, and Gryffindor, who was at the side, was infuriated.
"I can't help it. My mentor thinks that I'm too weak, and that I need more training. I've been busy being ordered around by him for the past 10 days …" Lin Li grumbled, half-truthfully.
"Hehe, Mr Macklin is like this. He's famous for being strict with his apprentices …" When Sarsen heard the word 'mentor', he naturally thought of Macklin subconsciously. In fact, in the Alanna Guild of Magic, only Macklin would treat his apprentices like that. He had never thought that the "mentor" that Lin Li mentioned was someone who was far stricter than Macklin …
"That's true …" Since Sarsen was willing to believe that the mentor he was referring to was Macklin, Lin Li naturally would not be so foolish as to correct him. He went along with the flow and made up a few things about Macklin, causing the trial mentor to take on the blame for no reason.
Sarsen seemed to be in the mood to talk, and didn't seem to have any intention to leave.
But Gryffindor, who was at the side, couldn't wait any longer. If he could, he really wanted to turn around and leave immediately. Looking at this country bumpkin from Jarrosus made him angry. It was really depressing to think that Sarsen had taken the wrong medicine. How could he think of befriending this country bumpkin? Did he really think that an Archmage was omnipotent? Did he really think that this country bumpkin would let him off during the finals?
What a joke …
So what if he was an Archmage? He was nothing more than a slightly higher position among the young mages. Among the mages in the entire Felan Kingdom, he was nothing at all. He had neither status nor background. Other than being lucky enough to become Macklin's trial apprentice in this trial, what else did he have to offer?
Moreover …
Want him to let you off during the finals? That would depend on whether he could really live to that day.
Gryffindor had long heard that there was a fool who offended Matthias the moment he came to Alanna. He only found out that the fool's name was Felic after asking.
"What a fool …" Gryffindor couldn't help but roll his eyes at the thought of this. He couldn't understand how someone would be so foolish to actually offend Matthias. Who was Matthias? He was the son of Wilhelm, the second in line of succession to the Marathon Family. Even he didn't dare to offend him, not to mention this fool from Jarrosus …
At this moment, Gryffindor really wanted to tell Sarsen to forget it. This fella would not live to see the finals, and there was no point in trying to befriend him. In a few days, the people from the Marathon Family would come to find trouble with him. For a small figure like him with no status or background, no one would stand up for him. Even if it was his mentor, Macklin, he would not offend the Marathon Family for the sake of a nominal apprentice.
Of course, although Gryffindor thought so, he naturally couldn't say it out loud. Even if he wanted to say it, he couldn't say it in front of Lin Li …
So, he still maintained his silence with a pale face.
"Oh no, it's actually so late. I'm sorry, Mage Sarsen, I think I have to go." At this time, Lin Li looked at the sky and realized that it was gradually getting dark. He couldn't help but have the intention to end the conversation. After all, if he went out too late, it would take a lot of time to find a restaurant to eat.
"Let's talk another day then." Sarsen smiled. Just when he was about to leave with Gryffindor, he suddenly heard a conversation coming from the center of the hall.
After listening carefully, it seemed to be a few Archmages from the guild and Mr. Macklin. Oh, yes, there seemed to be a voice that he had never heard before.
Just when Sarsen was thinking about who that voice belonged to, Lin Li frowned. Damn it, why am I so unlucky? If I had known, I wouldn't have chatted with Sarsen. No, no, I have to run!
"Mage Sarsen, I'll make a move first …"
In a hurry, Lin Li couldn't care so much anymore. He hurriedly said goodbye to Sarsen, and turned around to walk out of the guild hall. But just when he took a step out, he heard Macklin's voice coming from behind. "Felic, you're here too. Just nice, I was looking for you …"
Lin Li didn't know what was wrong with Macklin today. His wretched old face was full of smiles, and when he came down the stairs, he seemed to be walking with the wind. He had a face full of happiness. If it was someone who didn't know what was going on, they might have thought that he was having a second spring …
"Can you not look for me?" Lin Li looked at the fat man behind Macklin, and immediately felt a headache. Didn't this Hoffman already promise him to consider for a few days? Did he have to be in such a hurry? He couldn't even wait for a few days, and he actually came to the Guild of Magic?
"And the rest of you, come over too …" Macklin said as he grabbed Lin Li, who was trying to avoid him, and waved his hand to call Sarsen and the rest over. "Come, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Hoffman from the Glittergold Trade Union. You should have heard of his name, right?"
"Hoffman …" Once Macklin said that, Sarsen's eyes widened. How could he not have heard of Hoffman? He was the person who controlled almost half of the business of the Glittergold Trade Union. At the same time, he was an outstanding Conjurer. In the Breezy Plains, if he were to stomp his feet, the whole Breezy Plains would tremble.
Furthermore …
Sarsen had heard from his mentor that this Mr Hoffman was a true Master of Pharmaceutics!
Oh God, a Master of Pharmaceutics …
Sarsen had never dreamed that he could actually see a Master of Pharmaceutics with his own eyes. Compared to this Mr Hoffman, what was the pharmacist who had made things difficult for his mentor? What were the two fellas who had given him a hard time that day? Pharmacist and Master of Pharmaceutics might sound like a difference of one word, but the distance between them was as far as heaven and hell.
"Very, very, very … Nice to meet you, Master … Master Hoffman!" When Sarsen greeted him, he seemed to be incoherent.
Compared to Sarsen, Gryffindor was undoubtedly more composed. After all, he had a mentor from the Supreme Council. In these ten years, he had seen a lot of the world with his mentor. After the initial shock, Gryffindor quickly calmed down.
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