Judging from the expression on the blonde loli's face, D 'Adrion's guess was spot on.
"The Tree of Life, tsk tsk." The president of the Magic Association sighed. The Tree of Life was second only to the World Tree to the elves. No, the elves had yet to come to a conclusion about the existence of the Tree of Life. So, it was not a problem to say that the Tree of Life was the most important treasure of the elves.
There was only one Tree of Life in the entire elven world. It was the root of the elven race. Any attempt to destroy the Tree of Life would be regarded as a declaration of war against the elves.
However, as one of the conditions to end the second magic war, the elves were forced to send a branch of the Tree of Life to the headquarters of the Magic Association. That was when the research on the Tree of Life began.
All the existing information about the Tree of Life came from this branch. It was indeed a very magical material. Not only did it have a high elemental affinity, but it also had the effect of hiding magical waves. It was simply against the rules to use it to make a staff. However, it was not easy to get a small branch of the Tree of Life from the elves. If they wanted more to make a staff, the elves would have to fight for it.
So, when he saw the emerald staff made of the Tree of Life in the girl's hand, even D 'Adrion could not help but show a touch of surprise.
How did those guys from the temple do it? They could even get their hands on such a thing. If the elves found out about it, wouldn't they be afraid of a new round of war?
However, the president of the Magic Association obviously had no time to think about this because the remaining seven people did not intend to stand aside and watch the show. When the blonde loli made her move, they also moved together.
In the face of this sloppy man in front of them, no one dared to take him lightly! The eight of them were on high alert from the very beginning!
The other party was the manager of all the mages in Gudilesi City. He was once the proudest disciple of the ninth-grade supreme wizard, Steins. Back then, he was also a super genius who had the potential to compete for the title of the strongest.
When dealing with such a guy, they could not relax for even a moment. Any seemingly small mistake could cause them to fall into a situation from which they could never recover.
The battle officially began at this moment!
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Rob did not look up. "Since you're here, don't hide anymore."
After a while, a voice came from the darkness. The voice asked curiously, "How did you find me? My footsteps, aura, smell, and even aura have all been reduced to the minimum. I don't have a heartbeat or body temperature. Even a high-level Detection Spell can't detect my presence. How did you know? "
"There's no special reason. If I really have to say, it's the so-called sixth sense." The future Supreme Magister Your Honor put down his pen, closed his notebook, and stood up from the ground.
"Yayaya, what terrifying battle instincts you have. No wonder that kid, Dean, was defeated by you two." As the voice spoke, it also walked out from the darkness. It was a stooped old man with an unremarkable appearance.
Rob pondered for a moment. "Dean? Is that the name of the Shadow Stalker beside Morteris? What's your relationship with him? "
"That good-for-nothing fellow is my student," the old man sighed. The old man sighed, "This is why I don't like to accept disciples. Usually, I can't help but scold them. They don't do well here and there, but once I receive the news of their death, I'll be very sad. I'm already so old, and I still have to collect the corpses of my students. It'll be very troublesome. So, I beg you to do me a favor and die quickly, okay?" The old man said as he bowed, looking very sorry for causing trouble.
The future Supreme Magister Your Honor nodded. "So, you're here tonight to avenge your student?"
"No, no, no. Don't misunderstand. I'm different from that stupid disciple of mine. I have to pay for what I do, and it's very expensive. So, I'm just casually talking about revenge. In fact, the biggest taboo in our profession is to mix work with personal feelings." The old man seemed to be very experienced. "Actually, I don't really like killing mages because it takes up a lot of time. The last time I killed a level-8 Great Wizard, it took me more than half a year to kill him before he came down from his Mage Tower. But when it comes to actual combat, it's still quite fast."
"How much did the Temple of Light pay you to kill me?" Rob raised his eyebrows.
"300,000 gold coins. You have to admit that this price is irresistible." The old man straightforwardly revealed his earnings from this mission.
"It's a pity that your asking price is a little low." The future Supreme Magister Your Honor expressed his regret.
"It's alright. I've always been a person who is easily satisfied. I'm already very satisfied to be able to earn 200,000 gold coins from killing a person." The old man was very reasonable. "If the price is set too high, the employer won't be able to earn any money and won't come looking for me in the future. In our line of work, we have to know how to make steady progress."
"No, you seem to have misunderstood me. I said the asking price is low because I feel sorry for you. I didn't expect that the number one assassin in the dark world would give up his life for a mere 300,000 gold coins. I think your life can be worth a little more."
The old man was a little surprised. "You know who I am?" He then shook his head. "Really, are all the young people nowadays so confident? Being able to see through my hiding place doesn't mean that you can block my attack. Next, dear Mr. Mage, please try to keep up with my movements. "
After saying the last word, the old man's temperament suddenly changed dramatically. His original senile look was gone. His movements were as fast as a cheetah, and his steps were as light as a leopard's. The Shadow Stalker named Dean that Rob and D 'Darrion met at the Count's banquet was already very fast, but compared to the old man, Dean seemed to be the older one.
The title of the number one assassin in the dark world wasn't just for show. It was earned by one head after another. This kind of thing couldn't be faked. Unlike other professions, once an assassin made a mistake, it often meant that he would lose his life.
Therefore, in a sense, being able to live to this age was already a proof of his strength.
The old man's figure was completely integrated with the darkness, fully displaying the characteristics of the Shadow Stalker. His speed had even broken through the limit of time, comparable to the magicians' teleportation.
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