Lauren paused for a second and asked, "Fernando, you didn't arrive just now. President League …"
Before he could finish his words, he saw Fernando rush past him like a violent hurricane sweeping across the earth. His bright red eyes were wide open, expressing his anger without any concealment.
Douglas frowned slightly before relaxing his brows. He didn't greet Fernando, and merely watched him go down the stairs to the secret chamber on the first floor of the basement.
"Fernando!" Lauren finally realized what was going on. He hurriedly shouted, "Don't argue with President League!"
Bam!
Fernando slammed the secret door shut, causing it to slam against the door frame, isolating everything inside.
"What should we do? Fernando will infuriate President League! " Lauren thought he could foresee what was going to happen next. He looked at Douglas for help. Only Douglas, who was both powerful and elegant, could stop the argument.
Douglas nodded, "If there's any accident, I'll stop him. But it's Fernando's right to express his opinion."
"But that's President League!" Lauren couldn't understand Douglas's idea. Douglas was a powerful mage, knowledgeable in many fields, and had a keen insight into mathematics. However, his way of thinking was weird. He liked to ask questions, and some of his opinions were unacceptable. He didn't look like a sorcerer who had a strict hierarchy.
Douglas just smiled and didn't say anything. At this time, Fernando's roars came from the secret chamber, louder and louder. Lauren thought the wall was going to collapse.
Lauren listened carefully, trying to figure out what Fernando was roaring about. But at this time, the door was opened. League, who was skinny and stern, strode out and went upstairs with a gloomy face.
"I'm the president of the branch in Paphos County. I have the right to do this. You don't have to judge for me!" Fernando chased after League. His voice was loud and full of energy.
League stopped and looked back. His voice was so cold that it seemed to come from the depths of the earth, "You're not president anymore!"
"So what? I was president when I made the decision! "Fernando stared at League fiercely.
"Unreasonable mad dog …" League muttered, turned around and continued to walk up.
Fernando waved his arms, "Rotten old man, even if I'm wrong, what does it have to do with Douglas? He's just following my orders. He doesn't know what the headquarter wants! "
Roland was flabbergasted as he listened to their exchange of insults. Although he had always known that Fernando had a bad temper, never feared anyone, and loved to mock and scold loudly, he had never thought that he would roar at the vice president like this! That was the vice president! There were only three vice presidents in the whole guild! Even if the president argued with them, he would still treat them politely!
He had intended to stop Fernando, but as he listened, he suddenly understood what Fernando was thinking. He did not feel wronged because he had been punished. When he had made that suggestion, he had already mentally prepared himself to be scolded. At most, he had planned to argue for what was right. He was angry and puzzled as to why this matter would drag Douglas down, so he tried his best to exonerate Douglas.
At this time, League walked to Douglas. He took a deep breath, turned his head, and forced a smile. "Douglas, I forgot to tell you that as a ninth-circle archmage, you're qualified to attend the core meeting in five days. So, you'll go to Allyn next week."
"Okay." Douglas didn't ask why League forgot, or why he didn't invite him until now. He nodded politely.
"Old man, don't accept Douglas if you dare! There are many organizations that want to recruit a Great Wizard! "Fernando roared, unwilling to let it go.
When the legendary sorcerers could barely take care of themselves, the ninth-circle archmages were already the best of any organization. There were only two of them in the entire Union of Sorcerers, namely Arnold, the president, and League, the vice president. The other two vice presidents were merely eighth-circle sorcerers who were likely to advance. Of course, the legendary organization "Cabin of Palmeira" was certainly not the case.
League snorted and didn't want to continue arguing with Fernando. He hurriedly walked past Roland and headed for Old Green's room.
"Hehe. You old men. You're still thinking about your power and resources at such a critical moment! I joined the Union because I believed that you could eliminate suspicion and integrate the ideas of other organizations and sorcerers fairly and openly. But now? Hehe! We don't lack senior-rank sorcerers either! "Fernando did not stop but roared at League's back again.
Lauren immediately sweated. He had always regarded President League as his role model and thought that he could understand him better. Fernando was bold enough to say such things to his face. Was he not afraid that he would be punished later?
If possible, he would pretend that he didn't hear it!
League paused for a moment and then walked faster, disappearing around the corner.
"Fernando, how can you talk like that?" Lauren was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. "Are you not scared that you will be given a seemingly simple but actually dangerous mission?"
"Unless he can guarantee that he can kill me in one attack! Otherwise, I'll let him know what the wrath of the storm is! "Fernando said in disdain." Besides, he doesn't get along well with the chairman. "
Lauren was stunned. Did his friend actually have something to rely on despite his recklessness? Was his roar real, or was it an act?
"No wonder you're not scared of President League …" Lauren said in a low voice.
Fernando was stunned. "Does it have anything to do with being scared? I would've cursed the chairman the same way if he were me! "
Alright, he's still the Fernando that I know … Lauren did not know whether he should feel relieved or sad.
Fernando took a deep breath and combed his hair. Then he said, "In this era, we can be killed by the black-clawed dogs or the clerics at any time. So, we don't have to be afraid of death. This is our fate and our final ending. If we're not afraid of death, why should we be afraid of the chairman and vice chairman?"
Douglas had been listening to their conversation quietly. He smiled and interrupted, "Thank you."
"I just don't like their unfairness!" Fernando looked up at the mottled ceiling.
…
For the next three days, Douglas and Fernando were not assigned any missions. Roland, on the other hand, was sent to do some liaison work.
Douglas and Fernando did not mind the situation at all. They even felt that it was exactly what they wanted. The two of them kept talking and thinking, and they increasingly felt that the current magic system had irreparable shortcomings.
Although Fernando had been listening and learning, he was a genius with keen intuition, and he had unusual insights about mathematics and magic. His occasional remarks always brought new inspirations and ideas to Douglas. Therefore, the two of them did not just "teach" but got along very well.
It was almost evening in the small hotel. The candlelight was dim, and the writing on the draft paper was blurry. However, Douglas and Fernando's eyes had been fixed with different magic effects, and they could see through the real darkness. Therefore, the two of them were casually eating the roasted fish with honey and talking about a calculation problem.
A middle-rank sorcerer listened to them curiously, but soon he walked away dizzily.
Suddenly, the half-closed door of the small hotel was pushed open. The cool night wind blew in and drove away the humid heat.
"Grimm, two roasted fish with honey!" Before the man came in, his rough voice was already shaking the candlelight.
Lauren, who had just returned and sat down, secretly complained that the man's roar was almost as loud as Fernando's.
Douglas and Fernando, however, raised their heads at the same time. Was it the feeling of a Knight? Was it Grimm's friend?
Because of Grimm, many Knights had been coming and going in this hotel, which made it more dangerous for sorcerers to be discovered. However, it also fooled the Church very effectively. Also, Grimm would carefully screen Knights. If his friends were hostile to sorcerers or sensitive to the topics they were discussing, he would pretend to be angry and drive them away. Of course, if there was a Knight in the hotel, he would also make a sign outside so that the sorcerers would be well-prepared. If there was no sign, the scene when Fernando and Douglas came would be repeated.
Nobody would have guessed that a private meeting place for Knights was actually a communication center for sorcerers!
Hearing this voice, the wooden wine cup in Green's hand fell onto the bar with a muffled bang.
He stared at the door. His turbid, dead green eye actually sent out circles of ripples that affected the real ripples around him!
"Why are you here?" While talking, he hinted Douglas and Fernando to take back the draft paper.
"You don't want the title, you only want the treasure, just to open a hotel and sell roasted fish with honey? You're giving up the title of 'Left Eye of Death' just like that? " A tall and strong man walked in through the door. He was wearing a tight-fitting gray knight suit. His eyebrows were thick, and the bridge of his nose was protruding, as if he had grown a tumor. He looked young, but if one looked closely, they would see the traces of time. His blue eyes were sparkling with vitality, like a seventeen or eighteen year old youth in his prime.
Behind him was a little girl who was about eleven or twelve years old. Her face was delicate and lovely, but she was trying to keep a straight face without any smile.
She had a neat fringe, and her hair was tied up neatly, like a delicate doll. She was holding a huge sword that was even taller than she was, and she was stumbling behind him.
The most impressive thing about her was her silver eyes, which were cold and sharp.
"Who is she?" Old Grimm opened his mouth again, his voice full of confusion.
The man with the young eyes smiled, "I'm her Knight teacher now."
The little girl tried her best to straighten her back, but her left foot kicked her right foot, causing her to fall to the ground with a thud. She was already unbalanced.
"Haha. You can't even walk properly. How can you be a Knight's squire?" Fernando laughed.
The little girl on the ground was still holding the huge sword tightly. She tried to raise her head and stared at Fernando angrily, "Nobody knows how to walk. They can only learn!"
Huh? Fernando didn't understand what she meant for a moment.
"She's that person's descendant?" Old Grimm's expression became very strange. It was both serious and funny.
The man with the beautiful eyes smiled helplessly, "Yes, I didn't expect her to be his child … Well, Hathaway, get up slowly. You'll become stronger little by little."
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