Late at night, the Amman auction house was completely blocked. At the same time, the headquarters of the Corbusier Chamber of Commerce, all the senior executives in Solconan, were "invited" to the palace, waiting for Anastasia Herman to go back and talk to them.

Everything happened so orderly that even though Anastasia spent almost all of this day with Cyril, she had never arranged any other things in this regard.

This made Cyrill realize that His Royal Highness's trip to Amman auction has long been planned - the royal guards who blocked Amman auction houses and invited senior officials of the Corbusier Chamber of Commerce to have tea are like police officers in Hong Kong police and gangster films who came out to end after the protagonist solved everything.

Cyril's joining only adds a step further to this action to "confirm the list of nobles participating in this gray transaction": save these prisoners and give the Northern League by the way - or they have a brand new name? This is not important, in short, it gives them a certain degree of blow and warning.

And it turns out that Cyril Adrien, the Count who came from thousands of miles east of the kingdom, is indeed a very excellent "tool man".

Cyril knew his positioning well. For rulers, how to change a chess piece like himself from a "easy chess piece" to an "incompetent chess piece" is the most critical thing.

He uses the eldest princess to obtain more resources, while Anastasia uses him to clear the obstacles that block his own ideals before he realizes his ideals, and both sides benefit each other. But the ultimate goal of the two is completely the same:

Make La Rochelle great again.

Cyril was very satisfied with this situation. Even if he was not here tonight, the eldest princess would still come to the auction hall, confirm the attendees, and ask the royal guards to invite the senior officials of the Corbusier Chamber of Commerce to go back for tea.

Whether Anastasia Herman's decisive style is suitable for rule is not mentioned yet. At least Cyril personally appreciates this very much.

In addition, a group of royal guards sent the orc slaves in the iron cage to Anastasia's bedroom. The arrangements will be made by the eldest princess himself.

During the transportation, Cyril's only function was to lift the cover cloth when the orc children under the iron cage cried and use their own faces to stop the children's crying - perhaps this is the privilege of those who are handsome?

Although the action went smoothly, Cyril did not feel much calm in his heart, but began to feel anxious.

The culprit was Sogel Winkler, who tilted his head and fell asleep on the carriage.

The talented atmospheric mage has excellent character and many connections with mages in the wild - Sogel Winkler, can be said to be the mage who best meets the conditions for Cyrill's "recruitment".

Even if there is no such drama, Cyril will definitely go to the library to find him, have a good chat, come to the library three times, and tie Sugar to the prosperous and powerful chariot of Cyliki.

But now there is a problem.

Sogel Winkler, who did not follow the script, grew up at a speed that surpassed the timeline and reached the professional level-

The value of a profession-level mage is not comparable to that of a half-step profession-level mage who is stuck there for more than ten years and cannot move. Not to mention how much more his worth, although the money is still affordable, there will be a bigger problem next--

Siliki can't draw a cake that meets the needs of professional-level mages.

The mages who are stuck in the half-step profession level there will have a very clear goal: they want to break through and break through to a wider magic field, and it is their urgent need to advance to the profession level.

Although I don’t want to admit it, Cyril is still very willing to put it on the title of “Siliki Vocational Training Class” at this time.

The extraordinary elves; the top supervisor of the Kingdom; the former acting acting leader of the Silver Blade Knights; a super genius who broke through the profession level at the age of fifteen, a mentor group pieced together by the youngest earl of the Kingdom, plus success stories, outstanding student: the professional elves archer Memphira, who completed that breakthrough in just half a year.

Such a team is enough to make many half-step profession-level mages excited - the strong can definitely play a leading and guiding role, there is no doubt that this is true.

It is not uncommon to gain inspiration and make breakthroughs through study or practical exercises with superiors.

After enjoying the benefits of Siliki, I broke through the professional level in Siliki. In order to repay this kindness, it is natural to work for ten or thirty years...

Therefore, recruiting half-step profession-level mages is actually a sure thing for Cyril. If you don’t spend money, draw a cake. If you don’t have it, spend a cake, spend a piece of money. If you don’t have it, add money. There is no one who can’t get it.

But professional level mages are different.

Money? Will professional level mages be short? Bisiliki's own magic field is blank, and there is no ready-made mage tower - although there is a possibility of taking over Duke Amasil and legally "owning" the Green Tower, the research direction of the mage tower itself is another problem.

Do you want an atmospheric mage to study the mage tower with earth elements and natural elements specializing in doing research? Do you want him to bloom in the air or do you want him to bring a little flower fragrance when thundering?

It is a good thing to be able to directly recruit professional-level mages, but the premise is that you have to get it.

After a few trips to the carriage, Sogel woke up slowly at the end, his face full of fatigue. It was obvious that the previous battle did not consume him very little.

Anastasia supported the car window with one hand, and there was no sign of fatigue on her face. Seeing Sogl wake up, she spoke:

"Winkler, thank you for your help."

"This is what I should do." Sougar Winkler woke up and shook his head, "It would be better to say that as a famous wizard of the Corbusier Chamber of Commerce, I didn't notice that my 'job' was doing such a thing, which was my negligence."

"But Winkler was young and had been promoted to a professional mage. Such a talent is not much worse than Nickel Roderick." Anastasia tapped the table with her fingers, "Which library do you usually stay in?"

"Yes." Sogel Winkler couldn't help but feel a little warmth on his face when he heard Anastasia mention the library, and he was obviously extremely proud of it. "That was one of my childhood ideals. Have a library and be able to invite some friends to participate in the tea party..."

Cyril listened on the side, and the more he heard, the more he felt something was wrong. He was about to speak, but Anastasia had already spoken: "But since you have been promoted, the library's collection should not meet your needs for spell study, right?"

"Have you ever thought about changing the place..."

"Your Highness." Cyril couldn't help but speak softly, but saw Anastasia glanced at him with a smile on his face, as if he was asking him not to say too much.

"Change another place?" Sogel was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and smiled, "Your Highness, I think the atmosphere of the Mage Tower is not suitable for me. In comparison, I prefer a leisurely environment like the library..."

"If you have any dissatisfaction, it is probably that the Solconan flowers in winter are not bright enough, and they are a little too cold when it snows. Besides that, I am very satisfied with my comfort zone."

But then, he saw Anastasia's palms folded and showed a look that was indeed like this: "Ah, then I thought of something more suitable for you."

“More suitable for me?”

"Have you ever visited La Rochelle? Amasil, that is the closest place to the forest in La Rochelle, with the natural environment you want for winter flowers and abundant natural elements that can create, which is not comparable to Solconan."

Cyril looked at Anastasia in surprise, with a little lust on her face, and gently raised her chin to Cyril - but in Sogel's view, this was nothing more than a manifestation of His Highness's daily confidence.

"Amasil?" Sogel mused, "I have seen it in the book, but I have never been to it. It sounds like a good place...but it is really a bit troublesome for me to start a new business in a strange place..."

"Haha, if you are worried about trouble..." Anastasia laughed, "You may have forgotten that the young count by you is in Amasil--"

Only then did Sogel understand something--it would be better to say that if he didn't understand this, he would be ashamed of being a smart mage.

His Highness is paving the way for this young count.

Sogel couldn't help but look at Cyril a few more months ago. When the young man first came to his library, his magic was so weak that Sogel could not even face it.

But in just over half a year, his strength was as good as himself - maybe even surpassing himself, and his status: the youngest earl in the kingdom now has a wealthy and abundant territory and has made great achievements...

Judging from the relationship between His Highness and the young Count, if one day Solconan issues an order, the first response must be the young Count who came out of the east...

Cyril also observed Sougl. With Anastasia's words and today's cooperation has determined each other's positions, it seems that it is a sure thing to win Sougl.

At most, he has some concerns left, and these concerns-

"Mr. Winkler." Cyril smiled and said, "Siliki not only has winter flowers, but also the elves' ceremony, the dwarf's hammers, and even the singing of the tree demon. I am very much looking forward to more elements in Siliki."

Sogel's brows were slightly frowning just now and stretched out suddenly.

"They should still remember you," he said, reaching out to Cyril, "Hopefully Cyrie is a great place to satisfy me."

"Of course." Cyril laughed and held Sogl's grip, "You can't find another place that is more livable than Cyliki, I promise."

"It's really so comfortable? Aadrienqing, you have to prepare a manor in Siliki." Anastasia, who was standing beside her, also spoke.

The carriage was filled with joy.

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When Cyril returned to the magical plain, it was almost dawn. He walked into the small castle, but saw the lights flashing in the hall, and a figure nestled on the sofa, reading through the light.

"Miss Misha, did you wake up so early?" he said, who put away the big book in his hand, stood up, and gently put away his somewhat loose nightgown.

"Same race." She smiled, "I slept well."

"Is there any message from Lord Nora in my dream?" Cyril asked casually, and at the same time took off his outer robe and put it aside.

"have."

"What did you say...ah?" He looked at the elf lady standing there in surprise. The firelight from the fireplace illuminated her side face, and flames seemed to be leaping on her long golden hair.

This is just a casual question. Misha often uses "Nora's oracle" as a reason to do many things, but he did not expect that he could actually ask for an "oracle" this time.

"What did Lord Nora say?" he sat down and asked seriously.

Cyril did not look down on anything about Nora - he was truly protected by Nora's gods and felt the power of his superiors.

He knew that Nora was indeed watching him, and his time traveled here was also inseparable from the gods such as Nora.

"Nora is on." Misha gently put one hand on her forehead, closed her eyes slightly, and said piously, "The adult's figure is clearer and brighter than before. She pointed her hand to the south and warned me in a majestic voice."

She then opened her eyes and asked seriously: "My tribe, are you going to the south?"

"Yes, if nothing unexpected happens, you will leave in nearly a month."

"I have a bad premonition." Misha's face gradually showed a worried look. "The natural code does not show any more tips. In the absence of a forest environment, there is very little shelter that Lord Nora can give you, I think..."

"Let me not go to the south?" Cyril smiled. He added a piece of firewood to the fireplace. Seeing the flames suddenly flourished and slammed on his face with a scorching heat, making people unable to help but squint their eyes.

"If things are not faced, they cannot be solved. Lord Nora gave you a warning, perhaps to make me prepare in advance to face it more fully."

"What's more, now we have an astrologist, and many things can be used to make him divine in advance. If it is so dangerous that it cannot be crossed, then just avoid its edge."

He stood up, reached out his hand and put it on his forehead like Misha's previous actions, closed his eyes slightly and said, "The starlight shines on us, and the gods will not abandon their followers."

Misha opened her mouth slightly, and a smile appeared on her face after a moment: "You are the leader. Since you choose to face it, of course I will be with you."

"Is this what Lord Nora meant?" Cyril walked up the stairs and turned around to ask, in a teasing tone.

Misha Ashfan, the mysterious elf, could not even agree with him. She seemed very close, but she did not contact herself out of kindness, friendship or other feelings like Miss Mia and others.

She carries the will of God and follows her side, and all her actions can be explained by the intention of God.

Cyril didn't care about this. As long as she didn't stand opposite her, she would be a companion who could be included in the queue.

But at this moment, the Elf Miss stood by the stove and lowered her head.

"That's my own idea."

She said softly.
Chapter completed!