I forgot to post the second update just now, so I'm a little late. Sorry, there are still two hours left. You have to hold on, or else all your previous efforts will be wasted.]
There were no ordinary cattle or sheep on the banquet. They were all magical beasts and magical plants. The magical plants that Eleanor grew were helpful in improving the strength and various attributes of humans. Because only the South Court was growing them, the output was not large, and only those around Salin could eat them.
There was no wine on the table either. Instead, there were exquisite porcelain cups filled with diluted magic liquid.
It was already late autumn, but spring flowers were still placed in the huge room. With the help of the magic seal, the entire temple was like spring all year round. Only in places where it was needed would the seasons change.
Simple decorations, but hidden mageweaths were everywhere. It was more luxurious than any palace. These mageweaths were not even drawn with dragon's blood ink. Instead, they were refined directly on precious steel rocks using alchemy.
Other than humans, there was also Eleanor, an elf, and a demon.
If the Winged Skeleton was here, there would be one more undead.
The Myers Continent had been sealed for a long time. Rare creatures from other planes had all become Salin's subordinates. Alchemy City didn't have such things.
Salin's subordinates were also quite happy. Salin had advanced to Level-10. Salin's teacher was also a Level-10 Magician. Zola was also a Level-10 True Warrior. The number of Level-10 experts in the city was about to break through the single digits. Some of the Sorcerers on Seriger Island were also about to advance to Level-10.
The overall number of Level-10 experts might not be as many as Alchemy City and the Vatican, but these Level-10 experts did not scheme against each other. Metatlin City was everyone's fortress and home. Salin did not ask them to go out to war. They only needed to protect their own territory.
Everyone cherished everything in front of them. It was not easy to obtain such a stable country in this chaotic world, untroubled by wars and infiltrated by religious forces.
Churches had already appeared in the north of Qin Yin. Although few people went to worship, it was still an unsettling thing. Because in the past, if a church appeared in Qin Yin, countless civilians would participate in the attack.
But now, there was silence in the fallen land for the first time.
If the Vatican's power in the north increased, it was unknown whether the faith of the God of Light would really spread. This was the last thing the professionals and nobles wanted to see.
On the second floor of the temple, the banquet went on until dawn. After the banquet was over, tea leaves and snacks were served. Salin began to chat with the people around him to understand everyone's needs.
What surprised Salin was that these professionals didn't need Salin to provide any more resources. They only hoped that Salin could interact with them like he did today.
If Salin didn't have the time, he could let Zola and the other Level Ten powerhouses do the same thing and talk about their experiences in cultivation.
Salin thought of Rex's teacher. That old Magic Shooter used to give regular lectures in Bitter Water Prefecture, inviting low-level Mages to attend. Salin had also benefited greatly from this kind of teaching when he was in Bitter Water Commandery.
For a level-10 powerhouse, even some of the details of life could be of great help to lower-level professionals.
Salin promised generously and made a decision on the spot. In Metatlin City, Salin would arrange for professional exchanges in the temple and various districts.
The exchanges in various districts were targeted at low-level professionals. In the temple, Salin's trusted professionals would come to listen. Every week, there would be a level-10 powerhouse presiding.
This wasn't a difficult task for Salin. Jason might be too lazy to do such a thing, but level-10 magi had begun to appear by Jason's side. These mages could help Salin and impart their experiences to the professionals.
Salin simply started speaking directly and didn't stop until more than two hours later.
Not only did he talk, but he also talked with Nelis and Zola, discussing many problems that occurred in battle or cultivation. Because Salin wasn't prepared, his talk was more complicated and not systematic. Even so, the Mages and Sword Saints listened with fascination.
Salin looked at the magic clock. It was already three in the morning. The Mages of Alchemy City were probably already asleep. Only then did he ask Daniel to invite the people from the Devil's Horn.
Many professionals retreated. Salin only left his followers, as well as Triss and the other demons.
In the second floor of the temple, the Caucasian Warriors all retreated, leaving behind only the demons to guard.
These demons ranged from the lowest level-four to the highest level-eight or level-nine. Salin didn't expect these demons to fight. After all, five-meter-tall demons standing around would give people psychological pressure.
A level-four demon could kill a black iron sword saint. It was all because the bodies of this race were too strong. Like Shika, who could kill a level-ten powerhouse when he was level-nine.
Demons had advantages that Shika couldn't. If Shika was seriously injured, he would immediately lose his ability to fight. Demons, on the other hand, were still a fatal threat as long as they could move an arm or a leg.
The tables and chairs in the hall were changed by the demons. They were replaced with luxurious noblemen's items. Even the walls in the room were temporarily pasted with all kinds of decorations. The Mages then used magic to make them look old. With a slight corrosion spell, these newly pasted decorations looked like they had been used for a few years.
Salin sat at the end of the long crystal table, wearing the Star Suit. Nelis, Zola, Eleanor, Nicholas, and the others accompanied him, waiting for the Mages of Alchemy City to arrive.
After about ten minutes, a demon outside the hall came to report that the Mages had arrived. Salin didn't go out to welcome them. Even his followers didn't move.
Outside the door, seven young Mages were led in by Daniel. Salin was a little surprised.
The leading Mage wore a red magic robe, while the other six Mages wore black magic shooter robes. None of the Mages held a staff in their hands. They were all empty-handed to show their respect for Salin.
The red-robed Mage didn't show any complaints about Salin's neglect. He walked to the other side of the crystal table and bowed to Salin from afar.
Salin had no choice but to stand up and return the bow.
"My name is Glen. My teacher ordered me to replace the Devil's Horn to do business with Metatlin City."
Salin smiled, but he was analyzing in his heart. This Glen, his real age aside, was worth paying attention to because he had a teacher. The teacher of a Level-10 Mage had to be an amazing person. This Glen was also very outstanding. Salin used his Elemental Eyes to scan him and found that the energy in Glen's body was very balanced. The degree of fine control was about the same as his.
This meant that this Mage had rich battle experience and strong mental strength.
"Master Glen, please sit." Salin smiled and waved his hand. The demons filed in and began to arrange the dishes. At this time, even Mages didn't have much appetite, but Salin did.
He had lost a lot of life force. Although food couldn't replenish much, it was still a solution. Part of the reason why Magic Shooters had such a long life was that they could absorb more substances from food to meet the needs of life.
So even though Mages could go for a long time without eating, Salin wouldn't do so. Instead, he would eat as much as possible.
Glen also waved his hand and let the six Mages behind him sit down.
Salin raised his glass and said, "Welcome, great Mage. A Level-10 powerhouse is the peak of this world. Master Glen, it's my honor to meet you. "
Salin spoke in a noble tone and didn't respond to Glen's words. He didn't seem to want to talk about business at all.
Glen raised his glass and found that the wine in the glass was mixed with magic liquid. He didn't really like Salin's extravagance, but he still had a kind expression on his face.
"Master Salin, you're too polite. I've heard about your battle achievements a long time ago."
"It's not worth mentioning, Master Glen …"
"We're both Level-10. Just call me Glen." Glen really didn't like Salin's drawn-out tone. Although Salin was also a king, Glen preferred to communicate as a Mage.
"Alright, Glen. Are you here on behalf of the Devil's Horn or Alchemy City?"
Salin repeated his question, causing Glenn to ponder. Salin's words had a deeper meaning. If he represented Alchemy City, it meant that the Devil's Horn had the intention of replacing the Elemental Hand. If he represented the Devil's Horn, it meant that this business wouldn't bring any benefits to Salin, because the relationship between the Devil's Horn and the Elemental Hand would remain the same.
"Salin, I represent the Devil's Horn." Glen still spoke the truth. For the time being, the Devil's Horn and the Elemental Hand wouldn't fall apart.
"That's troublesome. The grudge between me and the Elemental Hand is irreconcilable."
Glen frowned and said, "What kind of irreconcilable grudge is there between Mages?"
"The Elemental Hand makes me very uncomfortable," Salin said.
Glen's frown deepened. Salin's words were a bit overbearing. But thinking about the past, when Salin's strength wasn't strong enough, the Elemental Hand also wanted to threaten Salin into handing over the control of the magic core trade.
"Salin, can you tell me how uncomfortable it is?" Glen's words were no longer the way strangers would talk. He asked this very seriously, wanting to make a decision on whether he really wanted to cooperate with Metatlin City.
"Pang Peicheng!" Salin said loudly. "More than a million people in Pang Peicheng died in the magic trap because the Elemental Hand wanted to kill me. I admit that I was very cowardly and didn't go to rescue them. I could only watch from the side, watching an ancient city being destroyed. I was powerless. I felt very insignificant. I hated the Elemental Hand. It was that simple. Me, Salin? As long as Metatlin lives, it will be my goal to destroy the Elemental Hand! "
"But, Salin, you once destroyed Iron Wall City to control the situation!" Glen asked, puzzled.
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