"Old man Trulu, are we just leaving like this? Is there no teleportation magic to go to the headquarters?"

At this time, Avis had already picked up his tidy backpack and was about to go to the Forthia Alliance with the Magician True.

After talking to Alfred for nearly an hour, True Randolph, who had obviously had fatigue on his face, glanced at the little magician who had caused him endless trouble, and said perfunctorily: "Do you think anyone is as proficient in space magic as that Viper Master?"

"What do you mean, Master Viper is better than you?"

Avis replied lightly, maybe he had more opportunities to shuttle with Mr. Reindeer and the old handkerchief, and he was not too awe of teleportation magic.

"In terms of space magic, this guy Sneck can basically be regarded as one of the top ones in the Blood Flame Continent!"

True Randolph replied angrily, feeling full of depression.

"I have greeted Mr. Lev from our college. The class has been closed for a few days. Can you tell me how long I will stay in the league? Old Man Tru, you have to know that since I got the contractor status, I have never been to the headquarters of the Forthia League."

Ivis tried to inquire about the "door" incident. Since he had talked to Master True, there were always a burst of coldness behind him.

"Oh... I can't explain this clearly.

I have communicated with several other elders before.

You will be treated the most properly and will not cause any harm or limitation to you.

And after a while, another elder will walk with us.”

Tru Randolph said comfortingly, but he couldn't help but feel worried about this ill-fated child. If he had let him know that the elder who came here later was Nikolai Meller, who was the weirdest behavior in the entire Forthian league, he might have resisted this trip.

After simply having lunch at Quentin Academy, True Randolph and Ivis planned to go out.

As Duru said before, space teleportation magic belongs to the most difficult category in the entire magic system, and very few people can learn and even use advanced magic. The Viper Master of the Chaya Empire is naturally the best among them.

But there will be no less powerful Fothia alliance, and this time they are sent to greet them is another outstanding player involved in space magic, but his reputation in the field of space is far less than his reputation in the field of "alchemy".

As soon as the two walked out of the gate of Quentin Academy, a carriage directly blocked the road between the two magicians, big and small.

"I received a notice that another great magician from the Purple Nether Realm would come to Monique City, and the National Master asked me to confirm the situation."

The person who spoke was quite familiar with it. It was Sarnas, the warlock of light who fought side by side yesterday. Avis was more familiar with it. It was the "old handkerchief" and Andre Hufu.

"The two Star Realms come to see me off and Avis. The National Master is really interested.

As for the person who picked us up, let the National Normal University rest assured that he would not enter the city.

Our Fothia Alliance understands the rules of the three empires! Rest assured!"

Master True shook his eyes at Avis, thinking that he was a little brat, but he would not trust me, and he would secretly report to the Viper Snake Master who was full of eyeliners. Then he smiled and said to the visitor.

"Mr. Viper said, I hope Mr. Trudeau can abide by the agreement." Sarnas maintained his usual affinity, then approached Trudeau Randolph's ear and said with a smile.

"knew!"

The great magistrate Trulu replied impatiently, then looked at Avis, who was still confused and confused again.

But just to protect this uneasy little guy, do you need a national master and magician from the Purple Nether Realm to nag every day?

"If you don't dislike it, you can make our carriages. The road from Quentin Academy to the city gate is not very close. It's better to have a carriage to send you off than letting the two noble magicians walk by themselves."

Sarnas bowed humbly and invited the two magicians to the carriage.

After greeting the old handkerchief, Avis took the lead in getting on the carriage. Now he sees more important than anything else in how to protect himself. Otherwise, he would not have used the poisonous fang pendant used for communications by the National Master of Viper.

Now Avis knows that compared with those big guys, he is just an ordinary person. At best, he is just an ordinary person with some strength.

He didn't want to meet any Noxa again.

At least, I don't want to do it now!

...

The entire inspection process was very fast, and a great magician of the Purple Nether Realm was outfitted, which caused a lot of sensation in the upper circles of Monique City.

Combined with the past few days, it was said that vampires had intervened in the human race, and then the Noxas came out in broad daylight to commit crimes in the street, which made many upper-class people with so-called gossips worry.

"You blocked the news? No one from the Holy See was going to stop the little magician and Tru Randolph?"

Charles III asked quietly, habitually sitting on his favorite sofa chair.

Only those closest to King Charles know that the king's favorite environment for discussion was not in the Great Court, but in his own bedroom, a room full of skeleton targets.

"Report to my Majesty, the entire Sun God Church is now looking for vampires crazy, and there is no time to find trouble for the Fothia Alliance."

The black-clothed recorder next to him replied softly.

"About a Noxa apostle, can they all remain indifferent?"

Charles III asked in surprise, then stuffed a grape into his mouth.

"The Noxas are always there, and vampires are not. But in the final analysis, it is because God's Holy See is just the Holy See, not God, it is managed by 'man'."

The black-clothed recorder's voice was very soft, as if he was trying his best to stop his desire to ridicule.

"Hahahaha, you're right! Our National Master always looks so accurate in seeing people."

Charles III burst into laughter, and even was so happy that he almost choked himself by grapes.

"My Majesty, if I have a good calculation, the one who comes to pick up Trulu and Avis should be the new Nikola Meller who joins the Forthia League. His ability in space magic is no less than mine."

Recorder Gujing Wubo continued.

"Oh, after all, the magician alliance has a deeper foundation. He doesn't like a mere human empire! Tell me if this Mele is in the Chaya Empire now, maybe I don't have to worry about money."

Charles III sighed, and said half-jokingly.

"That man's behavior was weird, and I don't believe he can really refine 'gold'."

The recorder continued to reply.

"I won't talk about this anymore. There have been too many things happening recently and it's too weird. You have mastered everything and tell me. For those things that are really high-level, your news is much better than Bellod."

Charles III finally put away his smile and asked seriously.

"There should be at least three immortal blood races that have entered the scope of the Blood Flame Continent!

And the apostle of the Noxas began to act in the daytime for the first time. I am not sure if it was because Avis started the ‘prologue’!

Many godly religions, including the Sun God Cathedral, have sent many godly punishers, and the Sun God Cathedral has even used the "Twelve Knights".

There is also content about the "Book of Creation", and the "door" that appeared in the book may have appeared!

Finally, it may be more irrelevant than before: the other two empires are also starting to move."

The young recorder did not flip through the notes he was holding, but quickly sorted out his thoughts and reported them to Charles III.

After listening, the muscles on Charlie III's face were almost twisted together, and after pondering for a long time, I couldn't come up with an answer that would make me feel at ease.

"Snake, is there any connection between these?"

Charles III pursed his lips, picked up a grape again and asked.

"Report to my Majesty, maybe there is, but I haven't found it yet."

The recorder bowed slightly and replied respectfully.

"Okay! Let me think about it again. These things are too ethereal for me, a mere emperor of the world." Charles III bit off the grapes, and his sour teeth became itchy in an instant, his facial muscles trembled uncontrollably, and then he complained loudly. "Look, look at these magical products, anti-season grapes, you 'magic', and 'alchemist'' contributions are too great. It's no exaggeration to call them 'miracle'! But this is a bit too sour!"

"Yes, my Majesty."

The recorder echoed gently without any expression.

"It's a pity that ordinary people like us are too insignificant under such a general trend."

Charles III suppressed the bitterness in his mouth, picked out a slightly purple one from a string of ordinary people, and threw it into his mouth.

"My Majesty, you are not ordinary!"

The recorder's voice was still gentle, and even flattering was so neutral and peaceful.

"Hahaha, I'll give you a good word!" Charles III ate the one in his mouth in a bet style and immediately felt good. "It's sweet and delicious. As expected, I still have to pick purple ones to choose grapes."
Chapter completed!