The Mage Guild's status in this country was quite subtle.
Everyone knew that the archmages had the final say here. The stronger the archmage, the more authority they had. Every archmage had their own magic society, and the true power was in the hands of these societies. The Truth Symposium was the platform for these mega societies to compromise and communicate with each other.
Didn't this seem familiar? Actually, Novodonia's Truth Symposium was just like this. This system was quite suitable for all sorts of allied organizations. With the Mage Country's success as a precedent, it was only natural that everyone would copy the Mage Country's system.
With such a background, the Mage Guild was the core organization that served the country. They had the responsibility of managing this country, educating and controlling the mages … but everyone knew that they couldn't do anything about it.
Most of the Spellcasters who wanted to improve themselves would choose a Magic Society that would help them in the future. Not many would be interested in being a servant of the people. How powerful were the Super Magic Societies … They were ultimately the best, and could face an entire country alone.
Compared to all the other magic societies, the Mage Guild seemed like a weakling. In fact, most people believed that the Mage Guild itself was just a magic society that was slightly stronger.
The weak managing the strong? Wouldn't that be a joke?
That was why the mega societies only showed respect and obedience to the Mage Guild's management. But if the Mage Guild's core benefits were involved, they would naturally cause a ruckus.
This was also why so many archmages came to visit the Mage Guild. There were very few archmages who would obediently walk through the door like Rorschach. Most archmages would try to teleport, break through the door, or use fireballs to smash the door.
It wasn't that Roxia wasn't angry at all after being given a zero. It was just that he couldn't find a way to attack the door that was charred on one side and frozen on the other. There were also corroded holes and unknown liquid everywhere. In the end, he could only slam the door to express his anger.
And then, after entering the Mage Guild's door, he became obedient …
"Archmages, you're all so free."
He had no choice but to be obedient. The five archmages of the Truth Symposium were drinking tea at a round table in the Mage Guild's main hall.
The moment he entered, countless gazes focused on him … Rorschach noticed that there were even a few people hanging on the wall. Although he didn't recognize them, their mage robes and the rank 8 and 9 insignias on their chests couldn't be faked.
It would seem that he already had many seniors.
"… Is the Truth Symposium?"
The moment he entered, he was locked onto.
His instincts and defensive magic were frantically warning him that if he moved, he might … die?
"Sister Winnesia!"
When Rorschach saw an acquaintance, he immediately exclaimed in surprise. At this time, it was naturally easier to talk with an acquaintance.
"… Wait a moment, she's an undead sent by the royal family, which means that she wants me to go … Yep, I'd better be honest and not give her a reason to attack."
However, he soon realized that something was amiss. She seemed to be smiling rather subtly, and it seemed that the gaze that he instinctively feared the most originated from this "big sister".
The Truth Symposium's members weren't necessarily the ones with the highest authority, but there were definitely no weaklings among them. Being able to sit in the Truth Symposium required not only the support of a powerful magic society, but also the lowest level of power requirement — the Truth Symposium.
The Truth-level was an extremely subtle concept. It didn't have any strict standards. It only required other archmages to believe that you had research achievements and results that they couldn't possibly obtain. That was, you could produce "truth-level research results," or, in fact, "research results that distort truth and common sense."
However, compared to a written promise, it was far more difficult to convince others. At the very least, only SemiGod archmages would be able to reach the Truth-level standard, and they would be the top-level ones.
This was also why the Truth Symposium existed. Of course, this strict requirement was only for the Inner Circle members. Normally, the maximum number of members would be twelve. The requirements for attending the Truth Symposium weren't that high, but there wouldn't be any members below level seven.
Considering how busy and self-centered the Inner Circle members were, it would normally be impossible for all of them to attend the Truth Symposium's meetings. Only three or four members would be enough for the Truth Symposium to decide. Now that there were five of them … this was already more than an important meeting.
The archmages who were dissatisfied with the number of members entered the Truth Symposium angrily. Originally, they had come to cause trouble, but the next moment, they were surrounded by the mega bosses …
Such a scene was probably beyond the expectations of all the archmages who came to cause trouble. It was no wonder that some archmages were directly kicked out.
"What kind of expression should I show at this time … Yep, I'll just smile. Good morning, uncles and aunties. Have you eaten?"
Rorschach was smiling like a child. Unknowingly, he was becoming more and more like someone he hated … a shameless, shameless bastard.
He directly put away the fireball magic staff in his sleeve. Trying to cause trouble at a time like this? They were probably tired of living.
But no matter what, Seiji's appearance and age still had an obvious advantage. At the very least, these Truth Symposium archmages who had grandchildren were already irritated by Rorschach throwing fireballs at them, smashing their doors, and shouting at them. But when they saw Rorschach's innocent smile, they felt like they were being healed … even though they all knew just what kind of person he was.
* Smack! *
Winasia Di Kesha lightly tapped the door, and a small booklet appeared out of nowhere and landed in Rorschach's hand.
It seemed that they couldn't be bothered to say anything more.
"We all know why you're here. You're the thirty-seventh person who came today. The first, ninth, and twenty-seventh are hanging on the wall. The fifth, eleventh, and thirty-fifth are in the trash can in the backyard. Oh, right, the twenty-first and twenty-third were teleported to the ocean. It's such a cold day. I hope they won't meet any sea monsters."
"Little Rorschach is so cute. We won't let you swim on such a cold day. How about we throw you into the inferno to warm you up … You know what we mean. Don't make things difficult for us."
The world of mages had their own rules. The Truth Symposium archmages were elected representatives of the mages. Of course, they couldn't do as they pleased within the rules. Perhaps some of them were too excited and didn't know what to do.
Rorschach temporarily behaved himself and flipped open the booklet. He now knew why these Truth Symposium archmages were so excited and why these Truth Symposium archmages were so excited.
This was a standard magic booklet. It had the magic model and casting conditions. However, it only recorded one magic spell — "Large-Scale Dimensional Teleportation."
It wouldn't be easy to break through a dimensional barrier, even if it was only a weakened dimensional barrier.
The advantage of this magic spell was that it was highly safe. Cautious mages wouldn't casually waste their own lives or the lives of their acolytes. Also, they wouldn't have to worry about being corrupted by the Chaos, Evil Gods, and negative energy in the River Styx or the Abyss.
However, the disadvantage, or rather, the price that had to be paid for this magic spell was also incredibly astonishing.
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