Why would Hoffman tell him such a thing? This kind of genius pharmacist might not appear even once in a few hundred years, and one more force knowing about it meant one more competitor. Hoffman might not have mentioned it, but he had long been plotting in his heart. What should he think of to pull this young man into the Glittergold Trade Union?
That potion formula was a test. As a businessman, he knew better than people like Johnathan and Englos how to take a roundabout route and how to build trust.
Hoffman had to admit that Hoffman was indeed shrewd. After the gathering, there were at least ten forces that wanted to rope in Lin Li, but from the looks of it, there were only a few that had a chance, and that included Hoffman's Glittergold Trade Union.
Hoffman had used the Spell of Ten Thousand Curses to build a relationship with Lin Li, and then used the Curse of the Dry Soul to do him a great favor. As long as there were no accidents, Hoffman believed that the Glittergold Trade Union that he represented would have the greatest chance among all the forces. This was a 20-year-old Master Pharmacist. Given 10 years, it was only a matter of time before he became a pharmaceutics Guru. By then, who would dare to criticize the Glittergold Trade Union!
Seeing that there was a chance, Hoffman treated Herza as if he was guarding against a thief.
This old man represented the Supreme Council. In terms of status, when Felic joined the Jarrosus Guild of Magic, it was equivalent to him joining the Supreme Council. If this old man wanted to poach someone, it would be much easier than Hoffman. With just a transfer order, many forces, including the two shrines, could only watch helplessly as the genius pharmacist joined the Supreme Council.
"F * ck, I'll never tell you even if you beat me to death …" Hoffman gritted his teeth, but his fat face was full of confusion. "Who should I ask? I'm not from the Guild of Magic, how would I know where he came from? Old man, can you not be so suspicious … "
"Don't give me that …" Herza did not believe him at all. He knew this damned fatty too well. Although he looked honest, he was actually full of evil tricks. If there was even one truth in his words, it would mean that this damned fatty had found his conscience.
"This is a trade secret. I can't tell you even if you ask!"
This time, Hoffman decided to go back on his word. No matter what Herza asked, he would use trade secrets as an excuse. Even the leader of the Supreme Council could not do anything to him. The only thing Herza could do was to glare at Hoffman fiercely and curse in his heart. Damn it, can't I see it for myself if you don't tell me?
Just as the two of them were talking, the battle in the Aurora Square had ended.
Aldwin stood up from the VIP seat. "The winner of the first match is Felic from the Jarrosus Guild of Magic!"
"Hua hua hua …"
The Aurora Square was filled with thunderous applause. Thousands of mages stood up at the same time and paid their respects to the winner of this match with warm applause and cheers.
In the world of magic, the strong were always worthy of respect.
The mages would never be stingy with their applause for the truly strong.
The match just now was too beautiful. Although the young man from Jarrosus had only used some low-level magic from the beginning to the end, how many of the thousands of mages present were blind? How could they not know what these low-level magic meant?
From the start of that sinister Hailstorm, everyone knew that this young man's spell-casting skills were not inferior to many Archmages. Although the elemental structure of the Hailstorm was simple, it was not something that could be easily changed. Without a deep understanding of the essence of magic and precise control of mana, who would dare to take such a risk? A moment of carelessness would result in the bite of mana, not to mention someone like him who did it so effortlessly. He raised his hand and released the Hailstorm without any hesitation.
Of course, the final result was not ideal …
But this had nothing to do with magic. Battle Mages were a different breed, not to mention a Battle Mage with barbarian blood. They were born with unparalleled brute force and frighteningly strong magic resistance. Especially after they added various enhancement spells to their bodies, this resistance would reach an outrageous level.
Legend had it that those Battle Mages were monsters who could withstand spells below level-10 with their bodies alone. Thinking about it this way, Loken withstanding three Icicles was actually nothing much …
Furthermore, the Magic Dispel and Flaming Storm that followed were the real highlights of the entire match.
If one had to use a word to describe everyone's feelings, it would probably be "breathtaking".
Flaming Storm was level-eight, and Magic Dispel was level-five. The difficulty of using these two spells at the same time was something that even an Archmage could not help but flinch at. To master such a perverted spell-casting skill, it would require years or even decades of repeated study. Only then could one divide one's mental strength into two and control two types of mana at the same time. This was the only way to display two different spells in a seemingly subconscious state. The process sounded simple, but it was as dangerous as dancing on the tip of a knife. A moment of carelessness would result in one's body being smashed into pieces.
Among the thousands of mages in the audience, there was no lack of Archmages and above. But at this moment, not many dared to pat their chest and say that they could be like this young mage and display such superb spell-casting skills.
No one would feel that there was anything wrong with using applause to pay respect to such a person.
"Well done, Felic!" Mason was happier to see his teammate win so easily than if he had won himself.
"I just happened to seize the opportunity …" Lin Li smiled, and casually asked Mason, "How is it? When does your match start?"
"The third match. Don't worry. Do you think I don't know Larry's strength? It's too easy to win against him. When I enter the second round, let's see if that old fellow still dares to curse me … "
"Idiot, it's good to have confidence, but it's not right to not understand the situation …"
No one knew when Macklin came over. This old fellow was like a ghost, appearing behind Mason without a sound. He scared Mason speechless on the spot …
"You, you, you … Aren't you at the VIP seats?"
"Idiot, Felic won so beautifully. As the trial mentor, how can I not come over to praise him? But you, kid, you'd better be more careful. I'm not joking with you. Ever since Larry came back from the Shadowglen, he has improved tremendously. His current strength is most likely not weaker than yours. "
"Really?" Mason was dumbfounded. The expression on the old man's face did not look like he was joking. Could it be that Larry had really improved so much recently? Damn it, why am I so unlucky? I thought I picked up a weakling, but I didn't expect this weakling to take an aphrodisiac!
"You'll know when the match starts …" Macklin said gloatingly, and then looked towards the Aurora Square. "That's right. That little bastard Gryffindor seems to be going up …"
"Oh?" Lin Li followed Macklin's gaze, and saw Gryffindor walking towards the center of the Aurora Square with a smile on his face and a magic staff in his hand. His opponent was also someone Lin Li was familiar with. It was Fedrick, one of Sarsen's teammates during the trial at the Shadowglen.
Seeing that his opponent was Fedrick, Lin Li immediately lost interest. This fella was at most level 11 or 12. He was like an ant in front of Gryffindor. It was no different from a fool's dream to hope to find out Gryffindor's strength in this match.
In fact, this was the common thought of everyone present — including Fedrick himself.
When he stood in front of Gryffindor, Fedrick really wanted to die. He did not expect himself to be so unlucky to be matched against Gryffindor in the first round.
The person in front of him was the number one magic genius of Felan. He had broken through to the Archmage realm in his twenties. Although he had a huge improvement after returning from the Shadowglen, he was only at the peak of level-11 now. What chance did he have against Gryffindor? Gryffindor could crush him with one finger …
"Mage … Mage Gryffindor, please have mercy …" Perhaps only Fedrick himself knew that this was not a polite sentence. He really hoped that Gryffindor would have mercy.
"Mage Fedrick is too humble." Gryffindor smiled, and did not say anything more. He only took two steps back slowly and widened the distance between them. At the same time, he signaled to the referee that he was ready.
"Seems like the two trial apprentices are ready. Then, the match — Begin!"
Almost at the same time as the referee's voice fell, Fedrick began his recitation. The sound that came out of his mouth was fast and hurried. It even sounded a little hoarse. The magical wave that permeated the surroundings was abnormally chaotic. Even Lin Li, who did not pay attention to the battle, could feel that Fedrick was already on the verge of mana backlash. His recitation speed was too fast. Almost every three runes were compressed. This was something that only an Archmage could do. For a Magic Shooter like him to do this was no different from courting death.
However, Fedrick had no other choice.
In terms of strength, he was far from Gryffindor. The only thing he could do was to use an extraordinary spell to fight for a slim chance when the battle had just begun and both parties were still at the same starting line.
Unfortunately, Gryffindor did not even give him this chance.
Just as Fedrick was halfway through his recitation, he suddenly felt that the mana in his body seemed to be blocked …
"Sh * t, Mana Retroaction, how can it be so fast?" Fedrick's heart tightened, and his fat face turned pale. He could not understand how Gryffindor's Mana Retroaction could be so fast. There was no sign of a spell being cast at all. It was as if the Mana Retroaction was released with just a thought.
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