Fen released all the people she had captured over the past few days. No one stayed behind, and no one clamored. Everyone fled in panic at the first moment.
These people weakly supported each other and left the small courtyard. At the same time, someone asked Abel what had happened over the past few days and told him what had happened to them. Only then did the young steward of the Chamber of Commerce know that they were trapped in the small courtyard because of a spell that no one knew about.
The scary thing was that all the senses were responsive. They could think, hear other people's discussions, see the scene in front of them, smell the elegant fragrance of flowers, and even feel when others touched them. The only thing they couldn't do was move. They couldn't even tilt their eyeballs a little.
Their souls were imprisoned in a cage called a body. This was how a mage described his feelings. The other mage, who was more knowledgeable, remembered that a long time ago, when the gods had fallen, the kings of the mysterious land were good at a spell called Eternal Imprisonment. They could imprison many masters, including gods, who offended them, in their own bodies.
As for whether that was the "devil king" who had died under the hands of the brave a thousand years ago, the people who had suffered losses were no longer willing to discuss it. Whether it was or not, it was the same. Their common understanding was that they couldn't afford to provoke that person.
The president of the Basque branch, the great mage Avers, was listening to the report from the steward of the Chamber of Commerce, Abel. He also confirmed that a considerable number of people had been released by that person, including two teams of inspectors.
What made him unhappy was that the two teams of inspectors were not sent by him. They were secretly done by other mages who had the intention to fight for power. No wonder those radicals were as docile as rabbits in the discussions these days. It was completely different from the past. This group of people who always sang the opposite tune had already turned the sky upside down.
Generally speaking, two teams were more than enough to deal with a great mage without the protection of a magic tower. However, they were unscathed by the attack. Didn't this show the disparity in strength?
Now, they were asked if they still wanted to encircle and annihilate that "devil king." Everyone responded with a guilty conscience. None of their words were true, even if they organized a coalition of mages to encircle and attack.
This was because they were all imprisoned without knowing what had happened. If he knew what the other party was up to, he would naturally be able to find a way to break it. But if he couldn't even understand it, how could he decipher it?
Would they have an advantage in numbers? If that person was too busy to attend to one thing and lose sight of another. However, another question arose. Who would want to be the sacrifice and benefit others?
Sorcerers were all calculative people. If they could easily gain a good reputation and profit, of course they would do it. If he wasn't sure if he could obtain fame and benefits, and if he was worried about his life, he definitely wouldn't do it unless he was forced into a dead end. The opening of the Gates of the Abyss was the kind that forced people to a dead end. Therefore, even though there was a chance of death, there were still many Mages who stood up to resist.
Of course, mages would think twice if they had to pay a price in order to obtain good reputation and benefits. Obviously, in the modern era, the crusade against the Demon King should belong to the type where the cost and benefits were not balanced. Especially before that person forced everyone into a dead end, as long as there was some leeway, there would be room for maneuvering.
This was Avers' judgment after hearing Abel's report. How could he, who was old and shrewd, not know what the other party was asking for in sincerity?
Not to mention sincerity, to deal with a great mage who once had the title of 'Demon King', it shouldn't be an ordinary person with the identity of a Chamber of Commerce who came forward. This was insulting the other party and finding trouble for himself in disguise. Therefore, Avers knew very well that Abel was just a mouthpiece, a detector to test that person's attitude. The response he received could be said to be the best result.
Suppression only existed when the other party could be suppressed. It was impossible for a rabbit to suppress a dragon, and the possibility of being slapped into a rabbit pancake was higher. It was just a joke for a rabbit to say that it wanted to suppress a dragon.
Therefore, Avers took the lead and planned to greet His Majesty the Demon King with a rather high standard and member composition. Of course, there were people who objected and were dissatisfied with this. The president's solution was very simple, which was to bring this group of people along.
"Since you're afraid that I'll betray everyone's interests, then all of you can come together. Everything has to be agreed upon by everyone. But it's impossible to say that we won't talk about it. Unless you can solve that thing on the XX floor, then everything will be decided by those who have the ability to solve it. I absolutely support it. "
Reality was urgent, and all those who didn't want this meeting couldn't find a reason to stop it. However, it didn't mean that they couldn't destroy the meeting. In fact, many people had already secretly colluded with each other, intending to destroy and stop any possible agreement. Among them, the most active person was the manager of the Chamber of Commerce, Babic.
With the reminder of his friends, if this meeting was successful, wouldn't it highlight that he had messed up even more? What he should do now was to show the evil of the Demon King and the incompetence of the higher-ups in power. This was the only way to emphasize his importance and gain the support of more people. In other words, he would have more power.
Undercurrents surged, and all kinds of opinions and letters were passed under the table. However, the main parties didn't react as if they didn't see it. In the eyes of the other neutral factions, this was quite strange.
As the president of the Basque branch of the Society of Sorcerers, Avers was not a powerful president, but he was definitely not a puppet who was controlled by others. As a leader, having clear ears and eyes was a basic requirement. However, the president's current performance couldn't be considered a pass.
Just as everyone was thinking, the time for the meeting arrived. Beside President Avers was his most trusted student, holding a long box in his hand. It was said that this was the 'sincerity' of this trip. What was inside? Everyone was guessing. However, this gift was personally prepared by the president and didn't go through the hands of anyone in the Society. Thus, no one knew what the contents were.
As the manager of the Chamber of Commerce, Abel called the door, two girls opened the door of the small courtyard. However, they were also surprised by the number of people who came. There were just too many people. However, they still followed the original instructions and invited everyone in and brought them to the room with the long table.
As the host, Lich and Mage Tripwood didn't wait here. This gave the people who opposed the meeting an opportunity to unscrupulously criticize all kinds of rude and malicious words.
In fact, it was common for people of high status to make people of low status wait. However, there were people who didn't want to acknowledge Fen's identity as a great mage, and they were even more unwilling to admit that her strength was above theirs. This matter continued all the way until this meeting. Everyone was still arguing endlessly over the name of that person.
In the end, Avers was still not allowed to add the word 'great' to his title of Fen. This was because the president's words to some extent represented the attitude of the Basque branch. If he said something inappropriate without permission, then his opponents would be happy to criticize him, and at the same time, celebrate in private, and even plot to oust him from the position.
He took a deep breath. After discussing with his students and staff last night, he had already memorized all kinds of countermeasures. However, he was inevitably a little nervous to face this legendary figure.
Amidst the clamor and silence, the Lich appeared. No matter how much he heard about her beauty from others, it was not as good as seeing it with his own eyes. And the strange clothes that were different from the traditional ones in the maze was actually a woman's suit. Her exquisite figure, coupled with the fitting cut of her dress, added a bit of flirtatiousness to her temperament.
It could be said that Fen became the focus of everyone's attention the moment she entered the room. Not only because she was one of the parties involved, but also because of her seductive curves that made people unable to take their eyes off her.
Sitting on the other side of the long table, Fen slowly took out a golden tobacco pipe and smoked another one for himself.
For Lin, who was sitting behind her, the meaning was clear enough. She wanted him to mind his own business. Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable. Of course, he would follow her advice. After all, he had no choice. Therefore, he secretly turned on his glasses, opened the window, and continued to worry about the problem that he had been thinking about for the past few days.
The negotiation was actually a competition of who had more bargaining chips and who was more patient. And all the advantages were on Lich's side.
For the mages of the Basque region, their territory was being invaded by unknown things. As time went by, the situation was getting worse. To put it simply, they did not have the capital to waste.
In terms of patience, there were too many mages from the Basque region. Not all of them had the skills of the older generation like the president, who could pretend that he didn't care about anything without changing his expression. Since some of his subordinates were ready to make a move, Mage Eversley did not want to be tied down by these juniors. Therefore, he did not want to compete with others. He asked his student to bring a long box and said:
"Sir, this is …"
"Wait a minute!" Babich walked past everyone and slammed the table. "Evil man, Demon King Tikal, do you know how many lives the monsters you created have taken? And how those who died became monsters, further expanding this disaster. You have to take responsibility for all these disasters. Do you have the awareness to realize this? Don't think that we will let you go so easily. The only place you can go is to be burned at the stake. "
Babich was best at creating momentum. Standing on the side of the law, he could lead people to do what he wanted, or force most people to do what he wanted. As long as he had the power, the world would be under his control. This feeling was very intoxicating. Given the current situation, as long as he took the initiative to set the tone, and then provoked the other party to resist, everything that happened after that would be logical.
However, his current status was not high. Furthermore, as an ordinary person without any magical talent, he had to personally stand on the front line if he wanted to guide the actions of the mages. He could not just hide behind the scenes and direct the people under him to do things.
But what he did not consider was that this was a world that worshipped individual strength. What he wanted to control was a group of mages who were far more powerful than ordinary people. Babich's proud smile became eternal at this moment.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the president of the Basque branch, Mage Eversley, quickly took out a shiny sword from the long box that had been opened. Before anyone could react, the sword in his hand flashed a few spells and slashed the neck of the manager standing next to him.
The sword was sharp, and there was only a small cut. Drops of blood slowly seeped out. In the next moment, a large amount of blood gushed out from the neck. Even the head could not be placed firmly on the neck. Eversley casually threw the sword aside and grabbed Babich's hair. He lifted the head and placed it on the table.
"Sir Archmage Tikal, this is my sincerity."
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