Volume 1, The Wizard's World Chapter 42, Carrot in one hand and stick in the other
I met Abel Fox again, also in the other party's exclusive laboratory. This wizard with a strong body like a blacksmith rarely had free time. At this moment, he was sitting leisurely at his desk reading. Although he deliberately controlled his facial expression,
But the two awakened ones still saw his joy.
"Teacher, are you looking for us?" As usual, it was Jasmine who came forward to talk, and Ian followed behind and saluted.
"That's right. I heard that Consul asked you to support him at tomorrow's meeting. Have you made a decision?" Abel Fox raised his head, looked at the two of them expressionlessly, snorted, and then said it bluntly.
asked. When the two of them heard this, Marcus's face suddenly flashed in their minds, and they were immediately very angry.
But Abel was right in front of him and he had to answer the instructor's question, so Jasmine suppressed her anger and asked in pretended surprise: "Hey, how did you know?"
Abel put down the book and said without any intention of hiding it: "It was Marcus Wood who said it. You haven't answered me yet about how you chose it, Wizard Jasmine."
Jasmine looked embarrassed, nodded and said, "Ian and I have promised our mentor that we will support him at the meeting."
Such an answer was definitely not what Abel wanted to hear. The joy hidden in his brows quickly disappeared and he became serious. Then he said word by word: "What if I want you to turn your heads and support me now?"
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"This..." Jasmine muttered, as if she had been cast a silence spell, making it difficult to pronounce words.
"I know that Consul Hettings has promised you that he will give you adequate rewards. But do you know what will be voted on tomorrow?"
Abel glanced at the coy Jasmine and Ian, then stood up and walked towards the two of them. The mentor's power and the pressure of the high-level wizard forced the two to take two steps back.
"Ha, it seems that you don't know the truth, so your voting rights must not have been sold at a good price."
The truth? What does he mean? Ian frowned slightly and looked at each other with Jasmine, his eyes full of doubts.
"In this case, let me tell you. The matter that will be voted on tomorrow is about whether to exchange the hearts of the undead of the Apocalypse with the Holy Light Mercy Society. If we facilitate this matter, then all wizards, including you, will
You will all receive a reward that is at least equivalent to an excellent talent formula, and I am talking about the least. I wonder what price Consul offered you?"
Abel Fox treated this matter as a business deal. Judging from his disinterested expression, it was clear that this mentor did not care about Alfo's life at all and only wanted to gain benefits.
But an excellent talent formula is simply a fatal temptation for Ian and the two who are about to awaken. In this case, no one dares to say that they are not tempted.
"What about Alfo? Will he die in the end?" Jasmine still felt lucky and asked without giving up.
Abel frowned when he heard this, and said angrily: "Of course he will die. Do you think the Holy Light will give so many things for free? How can they be willing to not take him back to complete the apocalypse? Hum, so many years of apprenticeship
Haven’t you polished off your innocence yet, Jasmine Phoenix?”
Abel was obviously dissatisfied with Jasmine's weakness. In his opinion, wanting to gain benefits while pretending to be a good person is not hypocrisy? So he stopped being polite to the two of them and turned to Ian and said, "Then you
Well, Ian Hyde, have you changed your mind?"
It's an excellent grade formula. With Ian's family background, it would be difficult to find an ordinary grade formula.
He was struggling in his heart, wondering whether he should miss this opportunity. Anyway, he was not a close relationship. Besides, if he refused, he would offend a superior mentor, which was really an unwise choice.
He subconsciously glanced at Jasmine, wanting to see what this noble lady would choose, but he inadvertently met her eyes - filled with struggle.
At this moment, he remembered his promise, so he closed his eyes and took a breath. Forget it, I owe you.
So Ian bowed and apologized: "I'm sorry, I have already promised Master Kongsuer, and I can't break my promise."
He said firmly, which shocked Jasmine beside her. She couldn't believe that this man actually disobeyed the teacher in front of her, so she asked awkwardly: "Master Hyde, you..."
Abel heard the determination in this, so he stared at him coldly, as if he wanted to eat him. His strong body moved closer to Ian, and when he got closer, Abel was even a head taller than Ian. Just as Ian
When An thought the instructor wanted to say harsh words, the other person stepped back and said in a different tone across the desk: "You have the guts!"
"Actually, I like people who are kind, because when the time comes to torture them, they won't beg for mercy too quickly. That would be interesting. I hate boring people. Or maybe you should be glad that you are already an awakened person and have the rules of the monastic order to protect you...
...In this way, I will give you one last chance. If you are absent from this meeting, go to the Holy Light Mercy Society to deliver a letter. In addition to the compensation, I will also reward you with 100 contribution points each. How about it!"
Abel's proposal not only allowed them to avoid offending Consul Hettings, but also enjoyed the benefits. It was a good strategy that killed three birds with one stone.
But Ian was unwilling to do this. Just as he was about to shake his head and refuse, Jasmine grabbed his arm and she begged Abel: "Teacher, can you let us think about it for a while?"
Abel glanced at the two of them coldly, and did not continue to press, but threatened: "You don't have to send the letter, or you can attend the meeting, but if you dare to support Consul, I will let you know the consequences...
Go for it!”
As if they had been granted amnesty, the two of them saluted and left quickly.
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"This Instructor Fox is really..." Ian showed an expression that was at a loss for words, but he was worried inside, struggling with what to do.
Being hostile to a mentor for no reason is like a catastrophe for young wizards like them, and a catastrophe is imminent.
"Don't worry too much. Tomorrow may not be the worst result, and the voting may not be deadlocked." After Ian withstood Abel Fox's pressure, Jasmine also recovered.
She analyzed: "If Master Consul wins in the end, either of us can simply abstain; if Abel Fox has the majority of the votes... it can only mean that this is what Elf's fate is."
"Alas!" They both sighed, and then went back to their rooms.
They all knew in their hearts that all this was caused by their low strength. If they were all talented people, why should they be angry with Abel Fox.
This discussion involves the talent formula again, which is really annoying.
What is supposed to come will always come, and being uneasy can bring nothing but torture.
At six o'clock in the afternoon the next day, the wizards in the monastery entered the prayer hall one after another.
After the last damage, a wizard remodeled the decoration according to the original structure. All traces of the disaster that occurred inside were removed, and the hall took on a completely new look. Several long tables were put together in the center of the hall.
There are twenty wooden chairs placed on both sides.
Now that Ian has made his choice, he will naturally not be temporarily frightened. As a wizard at the younger brother level, he arrived half an hour early and sat at the edge, hoping that Abel would not notice him.
Jasmine was the second to arrive. When she saw Ian, she leaned over directly. In view of what was about to happen, neither of them had the intention to speak and remained silent.
Then the wizards who arrived one after another were senior awakened ones like Sheen who had been awakened for many years but were below the gifted ones. There were only five of them. Then there were Yvette's mentor Christy Hurt and others.
Located between the gifted and the third level, the number of such wizards is equivalent to that of senior awakened ones, but there are only four of them. The ones who came late are naturally the four mentors, including Abel and Consul, but the strange thing is that this
There was no sign of the dean among them, and the three wizards from Sentinel's Sorrow were not present either.
When Abel saw Ian and Jasmine appearing here, he was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly laughed dangerously, which looked very strange. Consul was beside him, frowning and said: "Abel, why are you laughing?"
Abel Fox withdrew his gaze and acted as if nothing had happened. He stretched out his foot and crushed it on the ground a few times. He chuckled and said, "It's nothing. There are two overestimated bugs on the ground trying to block my way. I just think it's a little funny."
I'll trample them to death."
The other two mentors were not surprised and ignored the pair of mutually hostile wizards, sitting directly in their seats and waiting.
As the dean was the convener of the meeting, the meeting could not start without him present. However, the wizards were not impatient at all and started chatting with their neighbors. On weekdays, they did not have much chance to meet, so it was difficult for all of them to attend such an occasion.
Even.
In such a warm atmosphere, Ian and Jasmine, who were silent, became more and more abrupt, which made them even more anxious.
After twenty minutes of this, there were heavy footsteps at the gate, and they saw two men and one woman, three heavy armored knights without helmets, and a handsome middle-aged man walking towards them.
The knights followed the man, very respectfully. But the man said these things casually, and turned around to ask questions from time to time, showing that his status was extraordinary.
"Master Dean!"
Sure enough, when everyone saw the man, all their voices disappeared, and they all stood up and saluted, very respectfully.