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(Today's chapter 3! So tired … …)
Chapter 526: Magic
Speaking of the Magician's Guild, Du Wei hasn't been here for a long time.
Ever since Du Wei created the "Magic Society" and the "Shared Spirit", breaking the monopoly of the magicians, his relationship with the Magician's Guild has been very stiff.
In the Magician's Guild, he only has one friend, the crazy old man who invented the flying broom, Master Alley.
Today, Du Wei came to the Magician's Guild, not to visit an old friend, but to see the chairman of the Magician's Guild, Doug, the old fox.
After three years, Du Wei once again came to the magnificent hexagram building. Looking at the brilliant magic flames in the square, the tall standing lamp posts, the spacious square, and the solemn and dignified atmosphere … …
When he walked into the hexagram building, he saw the magicians and magic apprentices wearing black or gray robes walking back and forth.
In the hall on the first floor, there were magic shops that once interested Du Wei, selling all kinds of magic materials and custom-made magic tools.
When Du Wei walked in, he was wearing his black magician's robe and wearing his magic badge … … When he walked in, many people immediately recognized Du Wei.
But Du Wei could clearly feel that the eyes shooting at him from all directions were not very friendly.
Although the establishment of the Magic Society and the Magic Academy broke the monopoly of the magicians, the tradition of a teacher teaching several apprentices, and the tradition of oral teaching was broken. The spirit of sharing the success of research was more conducive to the development of the magic culture. But don't forget, in any world, in any era, there will always be some stubborn conservatives.
And the magicians, without a doubt, are the most conservative group of people. Among the magicians, although there are many who applaud Du Wei's pioneering work, and the spirit of sharing in the Magic Society also received the support of many magicians.
But here, in the Magician's Guild, this is the stronghold of the conservatives!
The eyes looking at him with hatred, without a doubt, were full of hatred. Hatred for this young kid, he broke the ancient tradition of the magicians for thousands of years! This hateful kid, he doesn't know how to respect tradition!!
"Uh, excuse me, how can I ask to see the chairman?"
Du Wei casually walked around and pulled the sleeve of a magic apprentice who hurriedly walked past him.
This person who was pulled by Du Wei was clearly nervous and quickly broke free from Du Wei's hand, as if he was afraid that Du Wei's hand had some infectious disease, Du Wei's eyes were a bit of hostility.
Du Wei didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
He really didn't know how to see the chairman.
In the past few times, the only way to enter the magic union was through the magic circle. But every time, there was someone who led him in. Those magic arrays were set up by special means — Of course, with Du Wei's ability, it wasn't impossible for him to force his way in.
But, he didn't come here today to cause trouble.
Looking at the person who was pulled by him, and looking at him with disgust, Du Wei sighed, he knew that he wouldn't get any answers.
At this time.
"Oh, I'm surprised, I didn't expect you to come here." A pleasant and familiar laughter came from the front, Du Wei left the person beside him and looked into the distance.
Sure enough, an old acquaintance appeared.
Clark, the guy who almost became Du Wei's magic teacher, the guy who once said that Du Wei didn't have magic talent, the guy who was very rare in the Magician's Guild, slowly walked out from the corner of the hall.
It was as if he had just walked through the wall, but no one around him was surprised.
Du Wei knew that there were many secret passages in the Magician's Guild building that he didn't know about.
What made Du Wei relieved was that this Krak Mage, who he hadn't seen for a long time, didn't look at him with hostility like the others. On the contrary, the smile on his face was very friendly.
Of course, Clark wouldn't have any hostility towards Du Wei, because he relied on Du Wei to make great contributions, climbing step by step to the position of a deacon in the Magician's Guild!
"My little friend, how did you come here?" Krak Mage smiled and walked closer, pulling Du Wei's sleeve: "Thinking about it, you haven't walked through the door of the Magician's Guild for almost three years."
Although he smiled happily, his words were obviously not that simple.
"Don't forget, I'm also a magician." Du Wei calmly straightened his chest, making the magician's badge on his chest stand out a bit.
Clark looked at Du Wei with a complicated expression, but the smile on his face didn't fade, and then he led Du Wei to the other side of the hall.
On the way, Clark finally lowered his voice: "Du Wei, you shouldn't have come here."
"I feel it." Du Wei touched his nose and smiled bitterly: "It seems like the surroundings are full of hostility."
"You've broken the thousands of years of tradition of the magician profession." Clark sighed: "Although I personally don't have any prejudice against your way of doing things, but … … you have to know that … …"
"Most magicians are eccentric and extreme people. I understand. "Du Wei smiled.
"That's not pleasing." Clark frowned: "I'm also a magician."
"I want to see Yago's Chairman Doug." Du Wei directly stated his purpose. He understood that the person standing in front of him, Krak Mage, was now a prominent member of the Magician's Guild. As a deacon of the Magician's Guild, he was responsible for most of the daily operations of the Magician's Guild.
Clark stopped and looked seriously at Du Wei: "Do you know, when you first stepped into this building, we knew you were coming? Although the Magician's Guild is big, but every corner is under the surveillance of magic. "
"I know." Du Wei nodded.
"Then do you know … … Here, there are many people who hate you, and even want you dead! And … … You are a magician, you should also understand, if there is a magician who hates you and wants to kill you in a duel, then even the Empire's laws won't be able to protect you! Your Duke status won't be able to protect you! Whether it is the law or the Royal Family, they can't control magicians! "
Looking at Krak Mage's serious expression, Du Wei still didn't seem to be in a good mood, he just nodded: "I know." But, after a pause, he smiled and asked Clark: "You said this to me … … Is it a threat?"
"Of course not, it's just a kind reminder." Clark sighed.
Du Wei quickly glanced at the magician's badge on Clark's chest. It had already become a golden mugwort badge.
This was the symbol of an eighth level magician.
"Oh, I almost forgot to congratulate you, congratulations on advancing to the ranks of the Great Magicians." Du Wei smiled kindly.
"Thank you, I also want to congratulate you, Duke of Magic and Martial Arts." Clark didn't bat an eyelid.
The two of them quickly walked to the corner of the hall between two pillars embedded in the huge stone wall. Clark twisted a disc on the wall.
Then, just like when Du Wei first came to this place, the two of them passed through the magic array and entered the inner building of the Magician's Guild.
Similarly, they passed through the door guarded by those sinister and terrifying magician enforcers, and finally arrived at the inner part of the Magician's Guild … … Under the tall tower!
What made Du Wei surprised was that when the two of them arrived at the bottom of the tower, they actually met an unexpected person!
It was a tall and thin old man in a pure white mage robe. His extremely long white beard almost reached his knees, but it was obvious that his beard had been carefully trimmed and taken care of. It looked very neat and tidy.
And this old man had a kind and broad smile on his face, the complete image of a kind-hearted old man.
"Oh! Du Wei!! "
Different from the gentle and kind image, when the old man saw Du Wei, his words were like a lion's roar, like a loud bell!
That loud voice was as if it was going to break his throat from shouting, but this old man didn't seem to be aware of it. He walked over with large strides, stretched out his thin hand, and pressed it on Du Wei's shoulder: "I haven't seen you for a long time! Looks like you've grown up, and you've also grown taller. "
At such a close distance, that voice was almost deafening to Du Wei's ears.
But Du Wei's face didn't have the slightest bit of impatience, he maintained a respectful smile: "Dear senior, long time no see."
That's right … … He was right, it was "senior"!
The old man in front of him was the late white clothed Gandorf, the oldest disciple left in the Magician's Guild, and the one with the highest status.
Ilnez, a ninth level Great Mage, and also an influential old monster in the Magician's Guild.
Of course … … Du Wei wouldn't forget that this senior of his was a little hard of hearing. He still didn't forget that when he was taking the mage assessment, this somewhat funny old man looked at him with a smile. No matter what others said, he would smile and loudly "roar" in front of him: "I'll take care of you, I'll take care of you … …"
Although Clark was a Deacon of the Magician's Guild, but when he saw this old monster, he still hurriedly bowed his head respectfully.
However, Great Mage Ilnez didn't even look at Clark from the corner of his eyes, he only patted Du Wei. With his bad hearing, it was as if he still didn't hear Du Wei's greetings. Just like before, he shouted at Du Wei: "I'll take care of you! Kid, I'll take care of you! "
Du Wei didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Master Ilnez." Clark smiled dryly: "Mr. Chairman is waiting for us … …"
"What did you say?" Ilnez rolled his eyes with a blank expression.
Although Clark was a little impatient, he didn't dare to show it on his face. He could only helplessly repeat: "Chairman! Sir! Waiting! We!!! "
After repeating it a few times, Ilnez who was hard of hearing finally understood. He nodded and waved his hand: "Go, kids. Du Wei, remember to go see that guy Alley. That old lunatic, his health hasn't been very good recently. Sigh, old people always have all kinds of problems. "
Du Wei's heart skipped a beat!
He knew that these old monsters were all people with high magic power, they definitely wouldn't fall sick on normal days. And these antique old guys, if they had problems with their health … … I'm afraid … …
"Go, go." Yiernez suddenly smiled at Duwei, and then, with his loud and clear voice, completely ignoring Wizard Clark's expression, he spoke to Duwei as if there was no one else present, but with a profound meaning.
"Be careful, Du Wei, kid. Be careful that there are people hiding daggers in their smiles."
On the side, Clark's smile became very strange.
Du Wei's heart skipped a beat as he looked at the old man who was smiling calmly. Then, Du Wei calmly smiled and didn't say anything. Together with Clark, he walked into the tall magic tower of the Magician's Guild.
Standing at the bottom of the magic tower, Ilneis and the others disappeared behind the door. The old man's kind smile instantly disappeared. His turbid eyes revealed a trace of deep worry as he raised his head to look at the sky.
The sky was clear, the sun was red, the clouds were black, and the sun was shining brightly.
However, Yiernes suddenly sighed. The sky was clear, but the old man muttered: "The sky is changing … …"
— — —
Out of Du Wei's expectations, when he came to the top floor of the magic tower, the floor where the chairman of the Magician's Guild, Doug Yago, the chairman of the Magician's Guild, the leader of the continent's mages, was already sitting on the soft chair used to receive guests. In front of him was a small tea table with two cups of bitter tea with the fragrance of potions.
Clark respectfully bowed to the chairman and left. Du Wei came to the front of Yago Doug.
Just like before, after three years, the chairman of the Magician's Guild didn't show any signs of aging. His eyes were still as sharp as an old fox's.
"Tell me, Du Wei." Doug Yago's silver hair was neat and tidy. He pointed to the chair in front of him, indicating for Du Wei to sit down. Then he directly opened his mouth. Although his tone was calm, the content of his words was definitely not friendly!
"Tell me, Du Wei, what should I do with you? Should I treat you as a friend? Or … … an enemy! "
The chairman's eyes were calm, but full of oppression.
"Logically speaking, you should be our friend, because the Magician's Guild has also helped you a lot." Doug Yago's tone seemed to hide a sharp thorn: "But, you also seem to have done a lot of things that hurt the interests of the Magician's Guild. Then, may I ask, are you a friend or an enemy! "
Du-Wei didn't answer this question, although he was very surprised that this shrewd old man would suddenly say such words so straightforwardly.
Du Wei pondered for a moment. He smiled neither servile nor overbearing: "Mr. Chairman, the only thing I can answer you is … … I am also a mage."
— — —
He finished writing three chapters. [The following words don't count.]
After finishing the third chapter, I felt that my head was twice as heavy as usual. Hateful cervical headache, I miss the young and healthy me from two years ago! The me who could still run out to drink with friends at night after exploding seven chapters in a day!
I am an easily agitated person, maybe because I am type A and a Leo. Yes, emotional.
Sometimes, I would be annoyed by some unreasonable attacks and curses in the book review section. But slowly, I found a way to calm myself down.
Later, when I saw those insults, I would open the subscription data table in the author's section, look at the number of subscriptions after each chapter, look at the data of the monthly votes, look at every favorite, every click, every recommendation … …
I would say to myself: Look carefully, these readers who care about you, they are still supporting you. You don't need to care about those clowns, you only need to be responsible for these readers.
In my opinion, those are not boring data, but lively readers.
That's right, that's how I comfort myself.
A few days ago, I revealed that Qidian's annual champion prize was a low-end car. I jokingly said a few "drooling" words, but it should be obvious that I was joking.
What I want is not a car, and I don't mind going out to take the subway, taxi, or bus.
What I want is a "champion", the "champion" itself! That's it!
My favorite star player is Roberto Baggio. He was a footballer, but unfortunately, he never won the World Cup.
What I want to say is, a lot of people may think that dancing is already very popular, but there are a lot of people who can't even be "forever second place". You are too greedy.
But this is my personality. If I can fight for first place, I will definitely not be satisfied with second place! Otherwise, so many rich players in the NBA would not be fighting for a championship! Baggio also would not have left that despairing back in 1994 when they lost the World Cup — — although they were already very successful. What are they fighting for? It's for a "championship"!
Of course, I am a small writer, I am not a superstar, but I also have a "championship" that I want — —
The annual champion of the monthly votes!
That's right, I canvass monthly votes, canvass monthly votes very hard.
But I don't rely on my "mouth" to canvass votes! I rely on my fingers to write!
"Write with all my might, canvass loudly for votes." This is what I do!
And neither of these two can be missing!
So, I will write with all my might and do my best to write.
At the same time, I will say to everyone with a clear conscience:
Please, everyone, please vote for me!
Thank you!
— — Dancing
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