When he received the news that a certain someone had escaped in the night, Shure Ewon was furious. However, to chase after a mage, even if that mage was not known for his combat strength, it was not something that could be done by just sending out some random cats and dogs.
At least his own subordinates did not have the strength to kill a mage. They might succeed if they tried, but there would be losses.
Moreover, more than half a day had passed, and he only knew that the other party had left in the direction of the Orange Eaton Academy. There were also small groups of people who started to chase after the other party. Then, what he could do was to gather as many forces as possible and send out a large group of people to chase after the other party. Only then would it be safer and more assured.
Therefore, he habitually came to the central tower in Wulian City and sent out orders one after another. The forces that belonged to the former president of Orange Eaton also started to move. However, this noble descendant thought that everything was under control and did not see the perfunctory attitude of those who received the orders. The old man was dead, and he did not have a biological son. It was hard to say whether the person who sent the letters was worthy of his loyalty.
Although he only informed half of the people he wanted to contact, he glanced at the academy's commemorative pocket watch and saw that the time for the important meeting was approaching. Shure Ewon did not continue to write letters. He hurriedly instructed the young mage who had come to him to sort out a few lists of people who could be roped in, people who were already under his control, and some restless people who needed to be paid attention to.
He himself led a group of young mages with him as the center and rushed to the conference room. Since the concept of the pocket watch and time entered people's vision, ordinary people did not care much about it. However, for the busy big shots, it could avoid the unnecessary waiting caused by poor coordination.
In the past, when gathering people for a meeting, it was normal to go to the meeting place and wait for the people to send out messengers to gather them. If one's status was higher than everyone else, it did not matter if one was late; if not, it was also normal to ask the participants to leave directly because of impoliteness.
Similarly, the people who were invited to participate would generally get a list of the participants from the messengers. If one's status was in the lower group on the list, one had to have the self-awareness to arrive early and not let others wait. If one's status was higher, it was normal to wait until one's business was finished before attending the meeting.
Therefore, in the past, the most time was spent waiting for everyone to arrive for a meeting …
The mages in the Mystic Lands did not have the luxury of the nobles. Simple things were always complicated. A matter that could be solved with a few words would be a waste of time. They had already spent a lot of time waiting, yet they still had to listen to a bunch of nonsense. If they had a bad temper, they would definitely use magic to slap their faces.
The introduction of the pocket watch and the detailed division of time down to the second was a huge blessing for these people. After setting a time, regardless of their status, almost everyone was used to attending the meeting on time. Even if there were other important matters that they wanted to discuss before the meeting, they would use the forum or email to agree to meet at a certain place in advance to discuss.
And this method also gave some people an opportunity to take advantage of it. For example, what Shure Edison was rushing to right now was actually the most influential fourteen-member council in the Sika branch. Before Orange Eaton passed away, he had participated as a representative, mainly to convey the message of his teacher, the president.
This time, it was the first meeting of the fourteen-member council since the chairman's seat was vacant. Although no one informed him, but he still knew the time of the meeting. As for the location, it was in the small conference room in the middle tower. This was the location of the fourteen-member council.
Because he entered the conference room on time, Shure Edison opened the door and took a look. Except for his teacher, who was no longer there, the other members of the thirteen-member council were already sitting in their respective seats. Under everyone's gaze, he sat in the chair that originally belonged to his teacher and that he had sat in several times during his time as a representative.
To be able to become a member of the fourteen-member council of the Sika branch, which had tens of thousands of members and tens of thousands of apprentices, which one of them was not a wily old fox. Regarding this uninvited guest sitting in the chairman's seat, everyone remained calm and collected, waiting to see what this little brat wanted to do.
Because it wasn't yet time for the meeting, even though everyone was present – the dead chairman's agent wasn't included – no one talked about business. They just chatted and probed each other, that's all. Just like waiting before a meeting in the past, all the people who arrived early did this. Perhaps they had other purposes, but it was more to pass the time.
However, as soon as Shure Edison entered the room, everyone quieted down and looked at the young man.
Believing that he had the situation under control, Shure Edison showed a complacent expression. Imitating his teacher's past actions, he knocked on the table and said: "Since everyone is here, let's start the meeting."
"Before that." The one who spoke was the Tower Master of the Western tower, a Great Wizard who had always been at odds with the chairman. In fact, before Orange Eaton succeeded as chairman, Woody Carmel was a strong contender for the position of chairman. And that competitive relationship continued. Although it was not to the extent of turning against him, but he always used a rather strict standard to examine every decision of the former chairman.
Now, the disciple of his dead rival was sitting in a seat that didn't belong to him. Woody Carmel questioned: "First, what qualifications do you have to attend this meeting, and what qualifications do you have to sit in that chair?"
"Because …" Shure Edison snapped his fingers, and the young Wizards who came with him filed into the conference room. Some stood at the door, some stood in the corners, but even more stood behind him, giving off an invisible sense of oppression. "… I took over everything that my teacher left behind. This is my qualification to attend. And things should be handed over to the young people, not to a group of old people. So, do you have any questions? "
The thirteen veteran magicians, and even a few Great Magicians among them, were all silent. Their expressions didn't change, just like the polite expressions they had before Shure Edison entered the room. Regarding this young man's performance, they just regarded it as a farce.
However, the behavior of this group of old people gave the young people an illusion. In particular, Shure Edison was even more satisfied with everyone's performance. He said: "First of all, the first thing we have to do is to send people to hunt down the defected Wizard, Guebrach Tripwood. Master Wizard Grimwin, I hope you will lead the team to carry out this mission. "
How could Shure Edison not pay attention to some interpersonal relationships when he stayed by his teacher's side? If he wanted to deal with the Wizard who offended him, then the veteran Great Wizard in front of him, Grimwin, couldn't be bypassed. But asking the other party directly was too low. Taking advantage of that damned guy's escape, he used this method to force the Great Wizard to take a stand. As long as the other party was tactful …
"I refuse." Master Wizard Grimwin answered without hesitation. He even looked back coldly at the person sitting at the chairman's table and said: "You have no right to order me to do anything. Besides, the reason behind a Wizard's departure will naturally be investigated by a Supervisor. It's not up to you to say it. Since the Supervisors behind you are lackeys, just send them. I don't want to carry out such a suicidal mission. "
The merciless words filled the young Wizards with righteous indignation. In particular, a few Supervisor recruits who had just put on the yellow cloak and wanted to make a few achievements were even more angry at the old man's words. How could the dignity of the yellow cloak be offended? He clasped his hands together and recited an incantation. In an instant, all the auxiliary magic used in combat was activated.
This was like a fuse that triggered a chain reaction. First, Master Wizard Grimwin took out his life-saving and combat means, and his body lit up with colorful magic aura in an instant.
In order to have more confidence in suppressing the old guy, the young Wizards also activated the functions of their combat props and quickly cast several auxiliary magic on themselves.
However, the old men who sat firmly in their seats were not easy to deal with either. In order to avoid being affected, or to guard against the young Wizards turning their spearheads and attacking Grimwin while taking care of themselves who were unprepared, they simply displayed their combat postures. They activated their life-saving magic props and cast a series of auxiliary magic in a short period of time to complement their own combat tactics.
It could be said that although the young mages had the advantage in numbers, the veteran mages had more tricks up their sleeves and had more trump cards up their sleeves. If there was a conflict between the two sides, the side with more people would not necessarily win.
It was also because of this change that the momentum of the whole situation leaned towards this group of old men who were looked down upon. The young Wizards were not so confident anymore.
It was only then that Shure Eon realized that these people were not old nobles with fat heads and bellies. Without the protection of their subordinates, when their noble bloodlines did not work, they would become weaklings who were at the mercy of others.
All the old men who were able to enter the Council of Fourteen had crawled out from countless corpses. Whether it was humans or magical beasts, as long as they did not kill them with their own hands, they would not be counted in those numbers at all.
If it were an ordinary old Wizard who was not famous, they might still brag about their achievements. However, those who could attend the Council of Fourteen were all well-tested, and their strength and achievements were impeccable. Forces and whatnot were just subsidiary.
Simply put, the way the nobles played was not suitable for Wizards. It was just that there were many of them, and it might not be enough to deal with this group of old Wizards.
Realizing the mistake he had made, Shor Ethan's mind raced. As if to dispel the hostile atmosphere, he changed the topic and asked, "Master Wizard Grimwin, what do you mean by a suicide mission? As far as I know, that Lich did not leave with that traitor. You didn't count that woman who calls herself the Devil King, did you? "
"Hmph, a traitor is not someone you think is a traitor. Don't use those two words. The so-called suicide mission is that I don't want to touch that person when the Tower of the Great Sage has activated the Arcane Eye. "
"What!"
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