The great magician Julia Winter has a dignified and calm attitude, and her temperament is even more difficult to ignore.
She has an absolutely superior appearance.
Her long, satin-like white hair was tied up high, and her azure eyes were gleaming under the dim light.
The great magician Winter often appears in public, and he is favored by most civilians not only because of his appearance, but also because of his polite manners and the fact that he treats everyone equally and is not too arrogant.
And that's not the only point.
——Anyone who sees this gentle elder who is a senior figure even among magisters, regardless of whether he truly knows her terrifying strength, will have an instinctive sense of respect in his heart.
This perception is more like an invisible spell. Because being loved by others seems to be a special talent that Winter is born with, and it has existed since the existing mage first saw her.
"With all due respect, if we all feel that keeping silent is the best option, there may be hidden dangers if we allow things to stagnate here because of old grudges."
Like a kind teacher persuading his disobedient students, Winter's eyes were calm and determined, sweeping over everyone present in turn like a spring breeze.
"Lucifer looks calm, but actually takes a lot of actions - many of the abilities revealed are compromises made to test us. I think I am not only aware of this, you should understand it better than me."
Only she, relying on her own connections, has the qualifications to examine all magisters in such an open and honest manner, and of course, without leaving any gossip behind.
Although there are currently only seven people present.
——Only those who care about the issues will usually go to temporary magister meetings. The time is tight and the discussion is not yet time to really start.
There are also many people who are stuck on the scene and pigeon spirits among the magisters.
Della also broke the deadlock and spoke, looking at Winter with a complicated expression, "...Roglides' words also make sense. Having ideas does not mean being cunning, but we must also be vigilant."
"So, what you are saying is that King Lestus may be planning to do something big, and we are gathering together to control him in time - or simply deal with him on the spot?"
The words of the great magician Caradel of the Denton Kingdom were too straightforward, causing the center to become silent.
Viswold Carradelle.
His seat can be called "three non-touches", no one comes close to him, no one comes into contact with him, he looks like a solitary guy, but in fact he is a real great magician.
He is a vampire magister who has emerged in recent years. He won the dispute over the position of the Grand Magister in the Kingdom of Denton and recently occupied this position.
At the last gathering, the Great Magician of Caradel was still an ordinary member of the Magisters - although his strength was also said to be powerful, this race was even rarer at Magister gatherings, but it never represented the identity of the country.
major.
But not now.
Weiswold has extremely pale skin that is almost anemic, and his pupils are like breathtaking black whirlpools, with no bright color visible outside the whites of his eyes.
Just looking at his appearance, Wiswold Carradelle is a fairly typical vampire.
For such a guy, it is difficult not to make ordinary people tremble in their hearts even when they are calm, wondering whether he will suddenly show his fangs and thirstyly suck out the blood surging in people's bodies.
——With such external characteristics, Weiswold can almost directly sell his portrait to popular science books, and it is not an exaggeration to directly use it to popularize the common characteristics of the vampire community.
It's just that the great magician's abundant racial characteristics... may be used in the wrong place.
After saying the shocking words, Weiswold smiled casually, showing two canines on the left and right.
"Well, don't be so serious. I'm just talking casually - I also know that the king of Lestus is not that easy to mess with, and I shouldn't say that."
Weiswold followed the good and dared to admit his mistakes.
The gloomy temperament and oppression inherent in the vampire race were immediately swept away, as if it were just an illusion.
Weiswold, who started talking like this, looked more like a dazed boy. He was probably a silly boy who gave himself vampire makeup just for fun.
This is not the case. He is indeed a genuine vampire, and everyone knows this.
Caroline's temples were twitched hard and she mocked, "You also know you can't say this!?"
She really didn't understand why in the fierce competition for the position of the great magician in the Denton Kingdom, such a guy stood out.
There are very few magicians among vampires, and very few even delve into magic. On the contrary, mages are regarded as aliens.
Because they are born with unique racial abilities, including skills that most mages have to work hard to understand.
There are countless legends about vampires, and the fields covered by their skills are also rumored so wildly that there is almost no conclusion at all.
The vampire clan is famous for its mystery and almost never leaves written records, perhaps because they themselves are walking "history books".
In addition, their own lifespan is also endless, and they do not need to rely on becoming mages to make themselves active longer.
This is somewhat similar to the Dragon Clan.
Demonic dragons often do not call themselves mages, and few people will get involved in magister gatherings. This is precisely because their own research on magic is instinctive, and what they really rely on is their own power.
Both races regard magic as a dispensable and convenient external thing, and vampires are even less dependent on magical power than dragons, whose physical strength is reduced due to changes in appearance when they take on human form.
But Wiswold is a weirdo.
He not only studied magic, but also worked diligently to become a magician; he not only specialized in esoteric magic, but also focused on the simplest attribute magic.
Weiswold smiled brightly, turned his head, and asked Winter mercilessly.
"So let's make a hypothesis. If the Kingdom of Crowley really has a special purpose to overthrow the Kingdom of Lestus. Senior Julia Winter, what do you want to do?"
Weiswold tilted his head, blinked his left eye, and his expression was particularly colorful.
"If Denton and the Cole Kingdom next door have helped, do you think we will sit back and watch the Crowley Kingdom occupy the territory and resources of Lestus, and then rush back to us to act recklessly?"
The assumptions are extreme, but the words are crude but not crude.
Weiswold, a vampire, is used to living alone, and his unique vampire lifestyle also keeps him away from people. He happens to have never received any help from Winter.
He is one of the few magisters who has never owed Winter any favors. He is a complete outsider and can naturally confront her head-on without restraint.
Even a mouthful of a senior, the great vampire magician
Winter frowned as Weswold suddenly pressed forward step by step, but he had obviously expected this situation.
She sighed helplessly.
Winter focused her gaze on Quint, who was sitting next to his daughter with his hat brim lowered, as if seeking his approval.
Seeing this, Quint's expression changed.
But he also knows the facts pros and cons.
Although his expression was ugly, he glanced at Della and sighed when he saw that her daughter had already turned her attention to him when Winter signaled her.
Then Quint nodded.
So Julia Winter made the final decision and looked at everyone levelly.
"If I say that I am about to relinquish my duties as the Archmage of Crowley Kingdom, I will no longer serve Crowley Kingdom. And I swear on my soul and reputation that the purpose of my presence today is not the same as the ambition of the Crowley royal family.
If there is no connection, can we get a chance for normal discussion?"