However, as he was born in the Holy Land of Magic, his expression of shock only flashed past, and he quickly calmed down and quickly returned to his true self.
Entering the first floor of the magic tower, Duke Medea is already sitting on the Holy Seat.
It was a holy throne specially designed by Aslan for Duke Medea. It was elegant yet gorgeous, giving people a sense of grandeur, but it only matched the look of Duke Medea who had not woken up for ten thousand years.
It's really a bit unforeseen.
Duke Medea even proposed to replace it with a toffee chair, which would be more comfortable to lean on, which made Aslan twitch at the corner of his mouth.
This kind of official occasion shouldn't be dignified and solemn. What the hell is lying comfortably?
The magic knight knelt on his knees, raised his hands and sent the invitation to Duke Medea.
Duke Medea picked it up and looked at it casually, and then said calmly: "You see it, you can go."
The magic knight didn't expect Duke Medea's reaction to be so dull. Shouldn't he be ecstatic after receiving the invitation? Most mages had this expression after receiving the invitation.
"Medea Magister, this time the Society is personally presided over by the Grand Magister St. Peter. It mainly focuses on the key elements for the Magister to break through the Grand Magister."
The magic knight said respectfully.
Duke Medea just said "Oh" and said nothing more.
The Magic Knight was completely stunned. He was about to speak just now, but was choked back by Duke Medea's words.
"Is there anything else? If nothing happens, you can leave."
The magic knight opened his mouth, but he was speechless for a moment.
It was the first time I encountered such a rude mage.
Obviously, only a few forces knew about the news that Duke Medea had broken through the Grand Magister. The Magic City, which had just returned, did not search for this information in order to send out invitations as soon as possible.
The Magic Knight said goodbye and left. Aslan looked at the Magic Knight's figure and asked curiously.
"This is the Magic Knights of the Magic City?"
Duke Medea glanced at Aslan and said lightly: "Is this the first time I've seen him?"
"Not really! But this is the first time for us to have such close contact."
Duke Medea nodded and explained: "The so-called magic knights are just the transformation of those magic apprentices with low magic talents in the magic city. They use elements to temper their bodies, major in auxiliary magic, and then cooperate with the magic city.
He is rich and powerful, equipped with divine high-level magical equipment, and is invincible at the same level."
The corner of Aslan's mouth twitched, why did he feel like he was talking about his Merlot Knights, which were also high-level magic equipment, but they had never reached the level of invincibility at the same level.
"Can these magic knights still practice fighting spirit?" Aslan asked a question that had always been very doubtful in his mind.
Because he once saw a magic knight slashing with sword energy.
"When magic tempers the body to a certain extent, it is easy to awaken the fighting spirit." Duke Medea looked at the door being closed, gently raised his foot, and rubbed Aslan's calf with the toe of his high heel shoe.
"How can a magician with magic talent turn to practice fighting qi? If he has that time, he might as well meditate. Moreover, when the body tempered by magic is practicing fighting qi, the effect is half as powerful as that of the body tempered by fighting qi. Moreover, in
When breaking through the bottleneck, you still need the magic power of the magic tower to assist in irrigation." Duke Medea reminded Aslan quickly when he saw his eyes glowing.
"So there aren't many mentor-level knights in the Magic City?" Aslan said unexpectedly.
"Almost. Compared to the hundreds of magisters, there are only a few dozen tutor-level knights. Of course, although the quality of magic knights' fighting spirit is not as good as that of serious knights, don't forget that they also master magic. In the same level battle, it is difficult to defeat them.
There is an enemy." Duke Medea continued to explain, and the high heels had moved to the top of Aslan's thighs.
Aslan directly grabbed Duke Medea's feet, and then pulled out the scars on his wrists and ankles.
"Teacher, if you are so violent next time, I may really run away."
Duke Medea's expression suddenly became solemn, and he couldn't help showing an embarrassed expression, and said as quietly as a mosquito.
"Not next time."
Aslan suddenly laughed and sat swaggeringly on Duke Medea's throne.
"It turns out that the Magic Knights are all a group of money-making players."
Hearing Aslan's sigh, Duke Medea raised his head and looked at Aslan with his head tilted.
“What is a cash player?”
"It means gold coin professionals. They are from good backgrounds and have money. From what you said, not counting equipment, the cost of training a magic knight is equivalent to several ordinary knights." Aslan explained.
"Pfft!"
Duke Medea couldn't help but laugh, because she felt that Aslan's description was so appropriate.
"But I have thought of a way to quickly train low-level professionals. I don't know how effective it will be, but it can be used as a test." Aslan said with his eyes shining.
"About the invitation from the Magic City, will you go?" Duke Medea asked.
"Go! Why don't you go? That is the magical holy land in the mainland, a place known as the City of Thousand Towers." Aslan said with his eyes shining.
Every time the City of Magic invites the entire continent to join the society, the countries on the continent will also cease war at that time. Any country that dares to launch a war rashly will suffer the wrath of the City of Magic.
Duke Medea nodded and glanced at Aslan, because his hand had reached into her skirt inappropriately.
"Stop making trouble, Malu and the others should be here soon. They should have received the news about the Magic Knight." Duke Medea slapped Aslan's hand away and said calmly.
"Okay!" Aslan said, kissed Duke Medea on the face and left quickly.
When he came out of the magic tower, he happened to see Malu and Genarido arriving.
The three of them greeted each other, and Aslan left eagerly. He was going to find Nigel and Merlin to see if they could research that kind of thing.
Malu took a deep look at Aslan, a complicated look flashed in his eyes.
When a group of disciples were arguing about the places in the Magic City, Aslan had already arrived at the Mero Dam, and they were re-experimenting with modifying the jeep.
"Gather together, I have something to ask you."
Aslan said eagerly as soon as he landed.
Merlin and Nigel immediately ran over with their right-hand assistants.
In the conference room, after Aslan drew his ideas and principles, the entire conference room couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
Merlin finally asked: "Lord! Your idea is really bold, but have you ever considered whether once the plan succeeds, it will have a drastic impact on the entire United Army system, and may even cause turmoil."