After he stepped out of the gate of the hotel, Sharp's body burst like a bubble and disappeared into the dense night. Old Grimm did not move his eyes away but asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you ready to accept his mission?"
"Whether or not we accept it eventually, the most important problem right now is that this place is no longer safe. We have to move immediately." Douglas looked rather solemn.
Fernando was also back to himself. He mumbled, "It's up to those old men to decide whether or not we accept the mission. The only thing we can do is to leave this place and establish another place for communication later."
It was an obvious problem. Even if the Union agreed to accept the mission of assassinating Alfonsol and established a good relationship with the great nobles represented by Sharp, they would not expose the communication center that was very important to the organization to them. If communication was needed, it would be better to keep a smaller and more one-way channel. For example, Old Grimm would shoulder the mission.
In such a matter, carelessness would only mean that the organization was not far away from destruction!
Then, fearing that the walls might be eavesdropping, Fernando said to Douglas and Old Grimm in the telepathic bond, "See you in the underwater relics of Lake Lamoag."
"Alright. You go first. I have to leave some traces as a warning to the sorcerers who come recently." Old Grimm looked around the lobby of the hotel with obvious sighs and reluctance, as if he were forced to leave the home that he had worked on for decades and go somewhere else.
Fernando mocked, "What's there to feel sorry about if this ragged place is lost?"
"As a matter of fact, this is a 'family business' that my great-grandfather has been running since then." Old Grimm's tone was casual without the slightest anger, as if he were talking about someone else's story.
After a brief daze, Fernando lowered his head and looked at his feet. Then, he raised his head and looked at the wine cabinet behind Old Grimm with his red, vigorous eyes. "Perhaps this hotel will still be preserved. You are a Knight and have a good relationship with many nobles. It may come in handy in the future. However, there won't be so many sorcerers in this place anymore …"
He rambled on for a long time.
"Scram, you hot-tempered brat! I don't need your sympathy! "Old Grimm suddenly cursed, interrupting Fernando's words.
Fernando's face slightly blushed. He sniffed, "I sympathize with the black-clawed dogs more than I sympathize with an old man like you who is half dead!"
With that, he turned around and left.
Old Grimm raised his chin and signaled for Douglas to follow. At the same time, he chuckled, "Don't necromancers always say that lying in the graveyard is the beginning of life?"
"What do those stinking rotting corpses know about life?" Fernando said without turning his head.
"You brat, you're not even a fraction of my age. What do you know about life?" Old Grimm didn't back down at all.
Under Douglas's slightly helpless gaze, the two of them quarreled like this until Fernando walked out of the door and disappeared into the night.
…
Under the starlight, the lake was glittering and peaceful. There were a lot of such lakes. They were scattered on the ground like scattered pearls, connecting into dreamy necklaces.
"As expected of the Land of Thousand Lakes …" Floating on the lake, Douglas complimented and took a deep breath of the fresh air that carried the vague smell of water.
Fernando was a little surprised. "You know about the Land of Thousand Lakes?"
"Of course. Its reputation has been spread to Antiffler along with the visiting sorcerers." Douglas chuckled.
"What's there to see here …" Fernando mumbled in a low voice without any taste. Then, he said, "This is Lake Lamoag. Follow me carefully."
Douglas looked at the lake and found that it was not very large. Some people might believe that it was a giant puddle, but how could there be underwater relics in such a small lake?
The two of them cast spells and fell into the water. They quickly sank to the bottom of the lake in the rippling waves.
Noticing Douglas's weirdness, Fernando explained in the telepathic bond, "There's no telling which idiotic sorcerer built it. Perhaps he intended to connect the whole Land of Thousand Lakes. However, it was exactly because of his idiocy that the relics were not discovered. The Church couldn't imagine that there would be relics below such a small lake with no resources."
A tiny cave was hidden below a giant rock. It did not seem to have been built for human beings but more like the nest of certain aquatic creatures.
Fernando vaporized his body and crawled in. Douglas vaporized him without any hesitation.
After passing through the narrow tubes, Douglas found himself in a palace where a lot of sorcerers were coming and going. They were rather alarmed by their arrival, but after seeing Fernando's familiar handsome face, they all turned around and were busy with their own business, such as the exchange of alchemical materials, magic books, or asking other people to craft items for them.
Among them, a senior-rank sorcerer directly performed magic to check if Fernando was someone else's disguise. In that regard, the sorcerers, who were known as "sewer rats", were much more vigilant than the Inquisition, because those who were not vigilant enough were already dead, or they had "learned" "vigilance" at a high price.
"Now this place feels more like a gathering place of sorcerers …" Douglas sighed in relief.
"Douglas, Fernando, you've come at the right time. Mr. President learned what happened just now and invited you to meet him." Lauren, who had escaped under Fernando's cover, trotted over.
"This is the headquarters of the Union?" Douglas found it odd, as Fernando did not mention it earlier.
Fernando also found it odd. "The president is here?"
"Yes." Lauren nodded and eyed Fernando up and down. "It's great that you're fine. The president was going to meet Douglas and hold a meeting here, but an accident happened in the Roasted Fish Hotel … "
It seems that he's still wary of me and won't let me know the location of the headquarters so quickly … Douglas thought to himself, but he had never been bothered by such trifles. He nodded his head generously. "Lauren, please lead us to Mr. President."
"The idiotic mission they gave …" Fernando followed Douglas and cursed quickly.
After passing through a pathway paved with bricks, a temple that was full of weird patterns appeared at the end of the pathway. An old man whose hair and beard were both white and vigorous strode out and chuckled. "Welcome to the Union of Sorcerers, Douglas. You are an excellent sorcerer. Your studies on curves and irregular figures are much better than ours. If there's a chance, I'd like to learn from you."
Douglas was slightly stunned. Did Arnold, the president of the Union of Sorcerers, know that he was studying "flux" too?
"Flux" was the name that he gave to the mathematical content that he was studying, but he felt that the name was inappropriate and intended to change it.
Douglas's surprise did not last long. He soon realized that Arnold must've been paying attention to his communication with Fernando in the past few days. He even decided to hold the meeting a few days later, perhaps because he wanted to have more time to "observe" him.
Being the leader of a relatively large magic organization was indeed not an easy feat!
"The studies of many great sorcerers in the past have inspired me," said Douglas modestly.
Arnold had few wrinkles, and his face was rosy. He pointed at Douglas and said with a smile, "Don't be modest. If your research succeeds, the difficulty of learning and constructing spells will be significantly reduced. It will bring us a bright future! Alright, let's not talk about that today and focus on the mission from the Blue Demon. Right, this is League. You've met him before. This is Ramon, and this is Veronica. They are all deputy presidents of the Union of Sorcerers. "
He introduced the few people who came with him. League, who had a lot of wrinkles and a hooked nose, Ramon, who was tall and slender with a long face, and Veronica, whose blond hair was tied up high and whose green eyes were like gems. They were all wearing the typical robes of the Magic Empire and looked gloomy.
After greeting them, Douglas smiled at a brown-haired young man next to Arnold. "Jarrosus, it's been a long time."
The young man's hair was neatly parted to the sides, and his high collar reached the top of his head. There was a cynical smile on his face. "I didn't expect you to launch a surprise attack on the Inquisition. This is Fernando's style."
He was exactly Jarrosus, who introduced Douglas to the Union of Sorcerers. He was a friend of Fernando and Lauren, a student of Arnold, and a sixth-circle senior-rank sorcerer.
"Hehe. Are you jealous?" Fernando was not at a disadvantage at all.
Jarrosus chuckled and stared at his feet. He did not reply, because Arnold asked, "What do you think of the Blue Demon's mission?"
Lauren, who led the way, left the palace in silence and closed the gate.
Gloomily, League said, "He's only warning us with the mission. There's no need to dwell on it."
"But what if we can really accomplish it? Will he really value us and cooperate with us? "Ramon's face was long as he objected to League's opinion.
"First of all, we have to be capable of accomplishing it!" League and Veronica said at the same time. Everybody fell silent.
Even Fernando did not dare to boast that Alfonsol was not difficult to kill. After all, Kritonia, the Heart of Time, was keeping an eye on the Union of Sorcerers.
Arnold seemed satisfied with the situation. Maintaining his smile, he coughed and said, "It's not like we don't have a chance to accomplish the mission."
"President, stop joking!" League said solemnly.
"It's indeed impossible for us to accomplish it on our own, but what if other magic organizations cooperate with us? They haven't received the attention of the Heart of Time. " Arnold smiled as if he were in a good mood. Then, before everybody opened their mouth, he continued, "I've been busy contacting other magic organizations recently. As it happens, I've invited a lot of magic organizations to Allyn to discuss cooperation. That's why I've decided to hold the meeting here instead of the headquarters, because Allyn is near Renstadt too."
He had sort of explained why he did not bring Douglas to the headquarters.
"President, are you confident that you can persuade those magic organizations to cooperate?" Veronica got to the core of the question.
Arnold smiled cunningly like an old fox. "If they know that we've joined hands with the Blue Demon, the deputy captain of the Sword of Truth's Knight Legion, they will certainly be willing to cooperate with us to accomplish the mission. Contacting the nobles to resist the Church is not a strategy that we can come up with alone."
"Since when did we cooperate with the Deep Blue Demon?" This time, even Ramon expressed his confusion.
Arnold chuckled. "After we accomplish the mission of assassinating Alfonsol with other magic organizations, he will probably pay more attention to our strength."
Fernando's lips twitched. The president was too cunning!
League thought for a moment and asked cautiously, "Which magic organizations have come to Allyn this time?"
Arnold nodded. "Rest assured. The magic organizations that I've invited are all slightly weaker than us. They are not the legendary magic organizations such as' Cabin of Palmeira ',' Sickle of Death ', or' Hysterical Dance '. Among them, it is worth noting that' Red Eye ',' Supreme Soul ',' Shadow Singers', and 'Tower of Destroyers' have one or two ninth-circle archmages. There are also twenty or so regular magic organizations without any ninth-circle archmages."
"By then, Douglas, Fernando, and I will take part in the meeting."
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