Throne of Magical Arcana

The torrential rain is still there, but the lightning and thunderstorms have gradually become rare, so the night is getting darker and darker.

In the basement of a manor in the outskirts, Fernando sat in a corner with a gloomy face, while Roland walked back and forth anxiously, sneaking out from time to time to inquire about news.

In fact, unbeknownst to even the owner of the manor, evil magicians have turned the basement of his manor into their stronghold.

"The night watchman was confused by our arrangement and chased in the wrong direction." After a while, Roland sneaked in, avoiding several traps, and told Fernando the news he had heard, "According to the previous training, the others Divided into groups and hid in other strongholds, how many mages and apprentices have been lost will not be known until the matter subsides."

Fernando neither nodded nor shook his head: "What I want to know is why the black claw dog can find it there?"

His bright red eyes seemed to hide a brewing horror storm, which made Roland, a friend who was very familiar with him, subconsciously take a step back.

Roland said with a sullen face: "Yes, that's my question too. That stronghold is very hidden, and it's the first time we use it. There is no sign of being followed by black claw dogs along the way. I think maybe some people can't hold on anymore. Paw dog."

His tone was not weak at all. Betrayal, killing, and fleeing were the themes of the later period of the Dawn War.

"Secret investigation, don't stir up a big commotion for the time being, a good traitor might be able to 'help' us, and now two or three people are hiding separately, except for the two of us, no one knows where the other team is hiding It’s hard for a traitor to cause too much damage.” Fernando’s attitude was calmer than Roland expected, he thought he would be furious, growl, and couldn’t wait to find out the traitor, torture him with all kinds of magic, and help Ingrid revenge.

Roland nodded lightly: "I know how to do it. To be honest, Fernando, I thought your temper would get out of control."

There was no smile on Fernando's face: "My anger is waiting for an appropriate time to erupt."

He secretly sighed in his heart. Although he and Roland have known each other for many years and are considered old friends, he still doesn't know himself very well. He is picky, has a violent and eager personality, likes to roar, and looks down on others, but he can Control yourself, understand the situation, even if you refuse to admit defeat, you will not insist stubbornly in the face of conclusive facts and reasons. Most of the time, yelling is about the right thing or not about the person, but what is the best decision now, I know very well, anger It will accumulate slowly until the day it erupts.

"Judging from the shooting habits and signs, it is the 'Vulture' who commanded the night watchman team today." Roland shifted the topic to analyze today's sneak attacker, "He has been hunting us for a long time."

"Vulture" is their derogatory name for a high-ranking night watchman. The other party is the top 30 night watchman, an eighth-level sky knight, and his code name is "Hunter".

"Yes, at the end of the evacuation, he was hit by my 'Shadow Arrow', and he also shattered my defense. If there was no magic trigger, maybe I would have to find a way to transform into a lich." Fernando affirmed Convincing Roland's guess, the anger was hard to suppress and said, "We have to plan an operation to strangle him secretly, so that all the night watchmen, priests and knights who dare to hunt us down will be afraid and stop working so hard!"

"Assassinating a night watchman with a ranking will provoke a rebound from the church. Maybe there will be legends chasing us soon. Are you willing to give up the foundation here?" Roland didn't agree with Fernando's idea. The "magic" that he and others are in The Teachers' Union is very weak, and it is time to avoid attention and grow silently.

"Because we are weak, we need to do something big to let the magicians understand that there is hope for us. Anyway, there are traitors, and most of the foundation of Paphos County has to be passively abandoned, and our next goal is very clear. That is to win over nobles who are dissatisfied with the church and hide behind them." Fernando said as if he knew what Roland was thinking, his black hair drooped messily, and the previous battle with the "Hunter" was not easy.

Roland hesitated and said, "Let me think about it again. Let's discuss this matter after we receive Douglas."

"Okay." Fernando replied briefly.

Looking at Fernando who kept his mouth shut, Roland seemed to see a human-shaped storm.

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The sun is shining brightly, the blue sky is clear, and the faint smell of the sea brought by the wind makes Puerto Padre full of charms that are different from other places.

Fernando and Roland dressed up as businessmen who came to pick up the goods, walked back and forth in the fixed area of ​​the dock, and put the corner of their eyes on the place where the sailboat docked. According to the agreement between Garros and Douglas, this will be the meeting place, and the two wore The white gloves and the dark red handkerchief in the jacket pocket are the identity marks.

A classical sailboat approached slowly, and Fernando and Roland's eyes lit up at the same time. This was the boat that Douglas was on, and it arrived a day later than the scheduled time. The weather in the Storm Strait was bad, and it was very normal for a boat to be late. The two are not surprising.

"Black paw dog!" Suddenly, Fernando's face changed slightly. He saw several men covered in cloaks leading dozens of noble knights and attendants to the place where the ship was about to dock. Their unique black gloves showed that they identity of.

Roland's face was gloomy: "Is it a routine inspection, or is it specifically for Douglas?"

Since the fall of Antifulo, more and more magicians have come to the Kingdom of Holm, and the church has begun to pay attention to the inspection of ships. Of course, with the manpower and energy they allocated, most magicians can still successfully hide their identities. Not specifically targeted, an archmage is not afraid of this level of inspection at all.

"How do I know!" Fernando roared in a low voice, "You can only judge by the strength of the Night Watchman."

At this time, a neatly dressed businessman walked in from outside the pier, and the two immediately stopped discussing and continued to pretend to be waiting for their own goods.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen, have your goods arrived yet?" The businessman was tall and about thirty years old, with a straight nose, thick black hair, and a full forehead. His facial features could only be regarded as correct, not handsome. But those deep blue eyes gave him a unique aura, an aura Fernando was quite familiar with.

Roland laughed and said: "Not yet, the sailboat carrying our cargo is probably blocked by the storm, what about yours?"

He communicated with enthusiasm like a true businessman.

"My goods have arrived, and they are right in front of you." The businessman said with a smile, his tone was gentle, making people feel like a spring breeze.

"What?" Roland froze for a moment.

Fernando suddenly understood, and whispered, "Douglas?"

Roland looked at the other party in astonishment, only to notice that the young businessman was also wearing white gloves, with a dark red handkerchief in his breast pocket.

"Yes, you are friends of Gallows?" The young businessman admitted his identity frankly, and asked kindly, as if he was not at all afraid of the night watchman on the opposite side, nor was he worried about an ambush nearby.

"Yes, you, how did you come in from the outside?" Roland felt a little confused.

Douglas chuckled: "I disembarked early, came from the bottom of the sea, and waited for you at the port for a day."

His smile was slightly playful, and he seemed to have a childlike cleanliness.

No wonder he was not worried about encountering night watchmen and ambushes. He might have checked his surroundings carefully before, and Roland suddenly understood.

"The goods are delayed. Let's come back tomorrow. Let's go have a glass of wine and communicate." Fernando said in the language of a businessman, feeling a little disgusted with Douglas in front of him, because he was also a head taller than himself! And not as skinny as Roland!

While the night watchmen were inspecting the sailboat, the three magicians did not attract anyone's attention, and left here like other merchants on the pier, boarded a temporarily hired carriage, and returned to the capital of Pephos County.

After changing several carriages in a row, the coachman became a member of the "United Magicians Union". At this time, Fernando and Roland officially introduced themselves.

"I'm the president of the Pephos County branch of the United Labor Union, Fernando Ballista, you can just call me Fernando, I don't like my last name very much." Fernando curled his lips quietly.

"Fernando Ballista?" Douglas repeated with a slightly raised voice, and then smiled, "The 296th 'Dark Storm' of the Purification Sequence?"

Roland nodded instead of Fernando, indicating that it was him.

"You can be included in the purification sequence when you first enter the high-level, and you will rise to the top three hundred after reaching the seventh ring. Fernando, your magic power is probably much stronger than that of ordinary high-level mages." Douglas smiled and praised.

During this period, most of the strength of the magic empire remained, there were many archmages and high-level magicians, and there were seven or eight hundred people in the purification sequence.

Fernando let out a hey: "I just mastered and improved some spells and killed a cardinal. How can I compare to you, the archmage of the nine rings."

Not paying much attention to Fernando's subconscious comparison, Douglas smiled calmly and said, "Me? I didn't even make it to the purification sequence."

"I've been wondering about this too. You're an archmage, why didn't you enter the purification sequence?" Roland learned about the purification sequence from the night watchman he killed, but Derek Douglas's name wasn't on it.

Douglas chuckled softly: "When I was in Antiffler, I was always regarded as a strange guy who would not have any future in magic. I was able to become an archmage because of the accumulation of time, the legacy of my teacher, and the fact that I was in the War of Dawn. It is normal for the church not to pay attention to the tempering, the adventures I got by chance, and my own little ideas. After all, the mages who joined the church will dispel their thoughts and tell them that that guy Douglas will never be able to become a legendary magician. What kind of ambition will there be, he will only ask his own questions and wait to die slowly, it is not worth wasting too much energy."

He teased himself, not at all annoyed by being underestimated.

"Strange?" Roland and Fernando asked back at the same time. In the previous conversation, Douglas not only did not show any strangeness, but also had a funny conversation and a kind attitude, which made people listen to him unconsciously, as if he had a natural leadership temperament.

At the same time, Fernando's impression of Douglas improved a lot. He admitted that he could become an Archmage only through the accumulation of time.

Douglas smiled: "Yes, I'm good at asking questions."

"What's so strange about this?" Fernando said in puzzlement, and then continued to introduce himself.

Douglas suddenly interrupted him: "You should be good at elemental storm lightning spells, right?"

"Of course, it's rare for a night watchman to get a wrong nickname." Fernando nodded slightly.

Douglas fell into silence, muttering to himself: "Why can lightning kill people... How does lightning come about..."

Fernando and Roland looked at him in astonishment. Isn't it natural that lightning can kill people? Still asking why? what a weirdo...