The Silver Emblem Traveler's Magic Society was a typical Magic Society that focused on regions and races.
This was a regional magic society with elven archmages as its core. Most of the members were mixed-blood elven and elven. Many of the members came from the Northern Elven Empire, or even maintained the Northern Elven Empire's nationality.
Mages were a job class that pursued knowledge. Mages generally weren't interested in politics or racial conflicts. They were basically the most open-minded academic society of any race.
However, the name Silver Emblem explained a lot. This was a magic society with silver elf archmages as its core. Of the five leaders, three were silver elves, and one was a moon elf.
Silver elves weren't the most racist of the Superior Elves (the moon elves and the dark elves were the most racist). However, the Superior Elves' arrogance that had lasted for thousands of years wasn't something that could be easily discarded.
However, there was no need for a regional magic society to exist if it didn't have many members. It was necessary to recruit other elves and mixed-blood elven archmages to replenish its members. Even now, there were still many human members.
However, just like other regional magic societies, the Silver Emblem Travelers magic society had highly popular core members. Although the Silver Emblem Travelers magic society had quite a lot of members, it was basically impossible to become a top-level magic society.
To put it bluntly, the Silver Emblem Travelers magic society was destined to be a second-rate or third-rate society from the very start. It was basically impossible for the Silver Emblem Travelers magic society to become a second-rate or third-rate society.
Even if I ignored the fact that other proud and arrogant archmages of other species would have far too many choices to choose from, and would choose to join a mage guild of their own species just to be treated with such disdain (disdain). Even the ambitious and ambitious silver elf archmages would choose to join a mage guild that was much purer in order to facilitate their own development.
The other side of regional magic societies was that although everyone seemed to be of the same origin, their inner circles were quite small. Not only did they have little interaction with the outside world, there was also quite a lot of infighting.
This was also why many ambitious archmages would never consider joining a regional magic society from the very start.
The smaller the circle, the more trouble there would be. The older you were, the more cowardly you would be … In the most recent ranking of the Silver Emblem Travelers magic societies (based on the number and quality of their annual research papers), the Silver Emblem Travelers magic societies were gloriously ranked in the top five. This was a ranking that only a small magic society with only a dozen or so members should have.
Although this was mainly because most of the research results of this regional and racial society had been internally digested, such a ranking was indeed ridiculous for a large magic society with only several hundred members.
However, this didn't mean that the Emblem Travelers magic society lacked high-level combat strength. The five leaders were all archmages of level 7 and above. At this level, mage magic magic society's level was no longer that important..... and mages were archmages who were invincible in the eyes of others. what truly mattered.
The fact that the five of them were willing to stay in such a club probably explained their mentality … Among the Great Mages, they were considered lazy and retired.
Erwin was the youngest of the five Chiefs, which meant that he was more capable of stirring up trouble. At the very least, while the other Chiefs were living in seclusion and playing with their own things, he was still frequently seen in the organization.
... in the Emblem Elven 'Emblem Travelers magic society........
However, the scholar was so angry that his eyes were on fire and his body was surrounded by flames. How could the Energy Evoking Fire Technique have a good temper?
In front of him was the trembling Level Four Wizard Shur. This was a matter that this direct apprentice had helped with, and in the end, something had happened.
............................. '.............
.......... He actually dared to not play by the rules? "
"… No. The one who attacked was only that apprentice who should still be seriously injured. According to witnesses, Morden's injuries seemed to have all healed, and he used a special item on the street to transform into a gigantic demon. He directly tore down the tavern that Rainster was in …"
"Give it to me."
Elven roughly took the report and looked at it. The fire had already reached the ceiling.
Morden had directly beaten up another apprentice. First, he provoked another apprentice, then he dueled. Just like before, Morden's' Travelers magic society used the same method to get back at him. Not only did Morden's' Travelers magic society win, he even successfully defeated seven apprentices by himself.
This wasn't just a matter of losing seven apprentices. The most humiliating part was that Elven, as the mastermind behind this plan, had used only one day to turn his warning into a joke. Morden then used the same method to slap Elven in the face.
As for Morden's' Travelers magic tools … well, magic tools were a part of a mage's power. Elven had given Rainster his trump card and magic scrolls. Providing magic tools and battlefield consumables for the apprentices was naturally a part of a mage's power.
Now that things had reached this point, it no longer had much to do with the apprentices. It was now a battle of reputation between two mages.
"There were also messages left at the scene …"
"Speak!"
"He, Morden, said that he wants to duel with the strongest apprentice under your command. One week from now, there's no limit to weapons, no limit to life or death …"
* Boom! *
The entire room was instantly set ablaze by flames.
This was no longer just a slap in the face. This was basically a slap in the face.
"Little sister, you need to study hard when you're there. Don't cause any trouble. Your identity is quite sensitive right now, so be careful not to expose yourself …"
"Got it, got it. Big Brother, stop nagging me."
Seviala waved her hand in annoyance outside of Bair's royal mage tower's teleportation room. She told her older brother, Quill, to stop nagging.
She knew that Quill had good intentions. Now that she had lost her God Equipment, Auland had sent a letter to question her, and the higher-ups in the country were in a rather subtle situation. If it weren't for the fact that her marriage with the wood spirits had stabilized the situation, and that people wouldn't be so harsh on a newlywed wife, she would probably have been tossed out as a sacrifice already.
Right now, the best thing for her to do was to go abroad and lie low for a while until the storm passed before returning.
Her plans for the underwater city would have to be put on hold for the time being … She had no choice but to put them on hold. It would be impossible for her to even begin her plans before she defeated that demon and took back her God Equipment.
Unwilling to give up, Seviala even found someone to calculate how much money it would cost to forcefully construct a city with current technology without the use of a God Equipment … In the end, the astronomical figure, which was equivalent to several years of national GDP, instantly dispelled all her plans.
Right now, she had nothing to hope for.
To Bair's brothers and sisters, she was already a married woman, a spilled bucket of water. She was an outsider. Especially after she lost her God Equipment, the Heart of the Ocean, many people felt that the old king had lost his trust and love for her, and was directly using her as a political tool to trade.
Perhaps they still maintained basic respect for her on the surface, but behind her back … Seviala had already heard that they held countless banquets to celebrate her failure.
Those who had previously tried to curry favor with her were now looking at her as if she was the bane of their existence. As for those loyal knights and subjects, they didn't know if they should support her or not. She was a wood spirit in name, and the old king's attitude towards her was subtly silent.
Right now, perhaps only her older brother, who had always been kind to others, truly treated her as his younger sister.
He was also the only one who had come to see her off.
Quill was the current king's second son (his oldest son had died in an accident). He was forty-three years old this year, and was the oldest member of the royal family.
Bair's throne had always been obtained through internal competition. His kind personality had long since publicly announced that "I don't care for a throne obtained by killing my brothers." And so, after his father brought him back and fiercely reprimanded him, he was kicked out of the competition early on.
In the country, he could be considered a leisurely prince. His relationship with most of his brothers and sisters was alright. It was just that there were a few who were more direct and openly looked down on him.
Quill was actually quite a good dragon scholar. He had also published several papers in the Mage Country's Cloud Tower. However, some people in the country actually looked down on him more and more.
Previously, Seviala's relationship with Quill was only so-so. It was just that Seviala's so-so relationship was incredibly good compared to others'.
Now that Seviala had lost her power and needed to seek refuge abroad, Quill still took the initiative to see her off. This made him seem even more honest and honest.
The more he talked, the more upset he became. Whenever he thought about how his younger sister was about to leave her home, he would start crying.
Seviala was also feeling terrible. However, if this continued, there would be no end to it.
"Hurry up, I still need to go over there for today's theme event."
However, her companions couldn't wait any longer.
Not far away, Isabella tossed her handheld phone into her bag. She didn't want to listen to Quill's nagging, so she waved her hand and told Seviala to hurry up. She wouldn't give the royal family any face at all.
Meanwhile, Seviala finally found a reason and opportunity to say goodbye. She hurriedly said goodbye and slipped away.
Quill waited for the two of them to enter the teleportation portal. He still didn't leave. He looked in the direction that his younger sister left, just like a parent who was worried about their child who was going on a long journey.
The passing royal mages couldn't help but exclaim at how kind and affectionate this prince was.
However, Quill suddenly said something in a low voice that nobody could hear.
"She didn't discover anything, did she?"
A raspy voice answered his question from the shadows.
"She didn't. She still treats you as a good older brother. She didn't discover that you were the mastermind behind her assassination attempt. You did everything so cleanly. Even the prince who took the blame doesn't know what you did. What are you worried about? "
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