Broad World

It was already noon not long after leaving the Shadow Thieves Guild, and the number of pedestrians on the road began to decrease. Most of them found a place at a nearby hotel, restaurant or pavement to fill their stomachs first. As a commercial capital, Ascatera can almost see a variety of delicacies from all over the world, and even those who are not very hungry can't help but stop and eat a little bit.

But Henry didn't have the heart to eat anything now, but quickened his pace and went straight to the giant tower of the masked mage. He had to confirm Charanora's status as soon as possible, and hoped that he hadn't been affected too much by the magic of the Undead Emperor——Sean VII, otherwise the masked mage might reject his proposal.

As an organization capable of monitoring magic fluctuations on a large scale, the daily work of the Masked Mage Guild can be described as extremely busy. Countless hooded and masked members come in and out nervously all the time, dealing with all magic-related issues in the city. unexpected situation. Their task is to protect the residents of Amn from evil magic, and to prevent other spellcasting organizations from infiltrating their territory.

As soon as he entered the hall, Henry heard piercing screams and loud roars, as if this was not a place for learned mages to study and research, but a free market for peddlers.

"Quick! Send some men to the Great Suburb! There's an idiot over there calling the devil, and the situation must be contained before he finishes."

"Magic creatures have invaded the sewers in the temple area! Send someone to investigate as soon as possible!"

"There was someone selling magic items without permission in the shopping mall, and he was arrested within ten minutes."

"Damn! A mage from out of town resisted arrest and attacked our patrol team. Send reinforcements immediately."

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As the order was issued, the mages on standby in the hall activated teleportation magic one after another, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Due to Askatla's long history, large population, and prosperous business, countless supernatural forces out of control happen here every day. And it's the Masked Mages Guild's responsibility to nip them in the bud before they wreak havoc.

"Ha, what a busy day, isn't it?" A female mage in charge of the reception said with a helpless smile.

Although this young girl is not particularly beautiful, she smiles very beautifully, just like the morning sun, which makes people feel very warm at first glance. Perhaps it was for this reason that she was placed in this position to let those guild members who were tired all day relax.

"That's right. It's really busy enough. Maybe the people in this city can't imagine that magic accidents happen all the time around them, and they will die if they are not careful." Henry replied casually, and then took out the His masked mage badge was placed on the table.

The female mage first took the badge inadvertently, then shivered involuntarily in the next second, with a surprised expression on her face, and then bowed very nervously: "Hold... sorry, master. I didn't I don't know it's you, please ask if you need anything."

She obviously knew this badge representing the most senior member of the masked mage. It is said that there are only three in the entire guild. Worn by three powerful legendary spellcasters respectively, they have the right to life and death for ordinary members. They are: Charanora, who is in charge of member management and daily work, and Corinna Spike, who is in charge of intelligence work and hunting down traitors. The last one was Henry, who had just entered and was dubbed the "Dragon Rider" by the Amn people.

This matter caused a sensation within the guild, and everyone was talking about it, wondering which of the three legendary masters was stronger. There are also some young people who are eager to learn more about magic, hoping to worship under one of them, even as servants and assistants.

As the person with the most contacts in the hall, the female mage can hear a lot of news about this almost every day, so the moment she sees the badge. She immediately understood who the hooded man standing in front of her was.

Henry chuckled and shook his head, took back his badge and said, "I really didn't expect that I would become so famous. Relax, I'm in a hurry to find Ms. Charanola now, can you tell me where she is at the moment ?"

"Of course, Master. Ms. Charanola is in the room on the top floor, but I suggest you wait for a while. She seems to be a little upset recently, so...so at this time...maybe she is using some Special means to relieve stress." After speaking, the face of the female mage was instantly flushed.

Although what she said was very cryptic. But Henry still understood the meaning, and remained expressionless for a few seconds, and finally the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, showing a meaningful smile: "Thank you for your suggestion, but I think it's better to go there right away good."

The voice just fell. A white light fell from the sky, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye. In the next second, he appeared in the secret room on the top floor that only the most senior members could enter.

This place hasn't changed much from the previous visit, only a very luxurious bed has been added. An elf woman wearing a tulle on the top is squinting her eyes and letting out (seductive) moaning. Four or five sturdy male tieflings are busy up and down with various skilled techniques, trying to win Mistress's favor.

Seeing such a sensual (desire) performance, Henry did not interrupt, but took off his hood, found a chair at random, sat down and waited silently, occasionally glancing at the "intense" scene with appreciation. "exercise.

He has long learned from books that almost all powerful spellcasters are messy in their private lives, be they good or evil. Some of them keep changing the (lover) lovers around them, and some are keen to summon creatures from different planes to serve them, such as erinia, succubi, tiefling, tiefling, celestial creatures, and joy (pleasure) golems Wait, the elf lady with long green hair is obviously one of them.

In short, the older the guy who has lived for countless years, the more he ignores ethics and morality, and the more unscrupulous he is in doing things. Elminster is the most obvious example. Not only did he maintain an extremely "close" relationship with the goddess he believed in, but he also later mixed with Mystra's daughter, some of the Seven Sisters of the Northland. First, it is cultivated by loli, and then eaten by itself, according to the moral concept of the earth. This can be called a frenzied animal behavior.

Henry couldn't even understand that such a mother-daughter take-all behavior was basically challenging the bottom line of ethics and morality, but why hasn't Elminster turned to the evil camp? Are the good gods blind?

Well, maybe in the world of Toril, the criteria for judging good and evil are slightly different from those on Earth. At least in terms of sex, it is quite open. As long as both parties are willing, age, seniority, race, and even gender are all different It doesn't matter. Just like the teachings of Shuna, the god of love and beauty. To believe in the sanctity of love, to believe that true love will win in the end. Follow your heart and walk towards your true destiny.

While he was sitting in a chair and thinking wildly, Charanora soon reached an orgasm excitedly under the service of several handsome servants. After resting for a few minutes, she waved her hand to signal all the demon descendants to back down, and came across from Henry with a flushed face.

"What a rarity, I thought you were busy helping the Son of Baal against a dangerous legendary mage."

"I'm sorry to interrupt your relaxation time, but I have enough reasons." As he spoke, a silver magic light flashed in Henry's eyes.

This is a very subtle casting action, and it instantly obtains Charanora's current physical condition. no doubt. The actual controller of the Masked Mage Guild has not been too deeply affected by Sean VII's magic. Although she looks a little tired, she is quite conscious. the most important is. She also has a strong enough sex (desire), which is very important. Because the undead don't have this kind of feeling, once the demilich's consciousness gains the upper hand, then this kind of pure physical (body) activity should stop completely.

Charanora didn't notice the fleeting spell, smiled and leaned on the backrest and said with a playful smile: "It seems that you want to persuade me to let the Masked Mage Guild join the battle. But before that, I want to study your current physical condition, especially about the curse that exudes terrible power on your chest.

She didn't care about exposing her elf-specific slender figure, and she didn't care about the bodily fluids slowly flowing down her thighs. It seems that the intense "sports" just now are just pastimes like drinking tea, reading books, and playing chess. Nothing to be surprised about.

Hearing this request, Henry was slightly taken aback and asked in a low voice: "Where did you get this news? I really think I just returned to the surface recently. Could it be that there are people from the guild on Brinro Island?"

"Of course. The Arcatraz is a very important place. I have placed a lot of magic eyes for detection. I was watching that battle when it happened. You performed very well. Few people can fight against Joan Ai. In the face of a spellcaster like Renikas, I can't do it at all, at least I can't do it." Charanola's tone mixed two emotions of envy and jealousy, and the look in her eyes was even more complex.

"Okay. I can satisfy your curiosity, but there is one condition. Regarding this magical war, the Masked Mage Guild must not stay out of it. I believe that as an elf, you should know that once the energy of the tree of life is drained, it will What a terrible thing happened, and Amn will never escape this disaster." After speaking, Henry took off his robe without hesitation. The streamlined upper body muscles are exposed, and there is a golden hourglass printed on the chest.

"Of course... no problem... oh my god. It's so beautiful! What a powerful magic! I can even feel the power of time flowing!" Charanora said, stretching out her finger and gently stroking With a strong chest and a beautiful face full of desire and greed, even her breathing became short of breath.

Henry shrugged his shoulders helplessly and explained: "You are right. According to my speculation, the scale of the time dragon stuck my soul in the torrent of time backwards. Unless it can kill the caster, no This regression will never stop."

"That's right, only when Joan Irenicus dies, the countercurrent time will stop. But there is another point you have overlooked, that is, stopping does not mean that you can return to normal. Your time is about to stop, understand Is it? To a certain extent, this is the true immortality, the state that countless people dream of." After speaking, there was a trace of enthusiasm in Charanola's eyes... (to be continued~^~)