An hour later, Wang and all members of the rescue team were already standing in front of the gate of the audience hall.
Elizabeth whispered to him: "I didn't expect the Emperor of Monrovia to come up to you directly."
Wang: "Perhaps the Orc Overlord put a lot of pressure on him this time, causing him to become seriously ill and seek medical treatment. If we can solve the long-standing mystery of the White Tower, maybe we can get some powerful weapons or props from the tower.
.”
The soldiers guarding both sides of the gate heard what the two said and kept glancing at them, but they didn't want to make a big deal about it - that was very rude.
Xiaobai patted Wang's head: "I'm hungry, what should I do?"
Wang: "Just bear with me and don't bite my head."
Xiaobai immediately took a bite, then stuck out his tongue: "It tastes bad!"
At this time, shouts came from inside: "Pass~ the salvation team enters the palace!"
Then the two guards at the door knocked on the floor with their long sticks and made a "dong" sound: "Password~The salvation team enters the hall!"
The king frowned: "Isn't this the custom of the Audas Empire? How did it spread here?"
The door slowly opened, and the magnificent decoration of the audience hall and the elegantly dressed ministers came into view of the king.
When the ministers saw the arrangement of the incoming team, they immediately began to whisper.
The king was also watching them.
Although it is already sunset, there are no lights in the audience hall, but it is still as bright as day. It is obvious that the designer of the audience hall has perfected the use of light.
On the high platform in the middle of the audience room, there were two gorgeous chairs. The chairs themselves were about the same height as ordinary chairs, but the backrests were two meters high.
The backrest is engraved with the ancestor of Monrovia, and the one on the chair on the left is the first Monrovian emperor Myhrvold I. Later, the entire royal family took his name as the surname.
On the chair on the right is Queen Myhrvold, the first queen of Monrovia. Her surname is no longer known, and it is said that she was born as a pariah. However, the sculpture on her looks like a noble lady, without any civilian atmosphere at all.
Bernard Myhrvold, the contemporary emperor of Monrovia, is sitting on the chair on the left, with his upper body tilted in an unceremonious manner, his right elbow on the armrest, and his hand supporting his cheek.
To his right, sitting upright is the current Queen of Monrovia, Susan Myhrvold. Although she is nearly fifty years old, although she is not as beautiful as Elizabeth and is older, she still retains her charm.
On the right side of the queen, on a lower step, there was a row of princes and princesses sitting on a row of smaller seats in order from oldest to youngest.
The third prince, Audi Myhrvold, who went to welcome Wang and the others into the city, was already sitting in the third seat.
When the fourth princess on his right saw Elizabeth, her fighting spirit ignited and she straightened her back.
When the king looked at the princess, Xiaobai on his neck pulled his hair hard: "Look, there is a big big big over there!"
Wang: "Well, it is indeed almost big, but we cannot rule out that it is the effect of props. The chest support and waist corset can greatly affect the judgment of the size. Elizabeth is not pretending to do that."
Although his voice was very low, it was obvious that someone among the ministers had prepared a tool to listen to other people's whispers. At this time, these people all widened their eyes in surprise.
The fifth prince to the right of the fourth princess frowned and looked at the strange man who said frivolous words to his sister with hostile eyes - that is, the king.
At this time, the old man with a white beard stood up on the lower step on the left side of the seat.
He first looked at Emperor Bernard Myhrvold, who nodded slightly.
So the old man took a step forward: "Meir, the chief mage of the Monrovia Palace, pays tribute to the great living legend!"
Wang: "No, I'm not that yet. I am the teacher. If you have anything to say, just tell me."
The old man glanced at the emperor again, then turned to scan the vassals standing further down, and finally his eyes fell on the king: "Although His Majesty has other purposes for inviting you here, I personally have a merciless request. Listen.
Say you have a scroll that can directly communicate with that legend, and I am willing to pay a lot of money to buy the next scroll."
Wang: "First, we are not short of money. Second, if I sell this scroll to passers-by, the teacher will be angry, and he might just come and arrest me. The old naughty boy is moody, unlike my uncle.
Such a good temper."
Except for Xiao Bai, everyone else in the rescue team frowned at the mage. The mage who is always ready to bring an army of demons to seek revenge has a good temper?
It’s really embarrassing for the white-bearded old man, the majestic chief court mage of Monrovia, the terrible destruction machine who is proficient in a large number of eight-ring magic, and the orc mourner Mel, to be classified as a "passerby", even with such an old man's mentality
I can't calm down either.
Old man: "You! You!"
King: "But, if you have a nine-ring scroll, I can exchange it with you. We need a powerful spell like Banshee's Wail, do you have it?"
The old man with white beard glanced at the emperor.
The king turned to Elizabeth and asked: "Do you think he means this scroll?"
Elizabeth: "Not necessarily."
At this time the emperor responded, and the white-bearded old man sighed and said: "Can I trouble you to tear up a piece of that scroll and let me talk to your teacher? I have been standing on the threshold of the Nine Rings for so many years.
If you can’t get past it, as a mage, you must be able to understand it, right?”
Xiaobai: "He always uses honorifics for you. I don't understand human rules, but don't people who are still alive generally use honorifics for people who are about to die?"
Wang: "Yes, but now I am pretending to be a tiger. I am a fox and my teacher is a tiger."
"Hey~" Xiaobai touched Wang's head, "So you are such a bad person!"
Wang: "Yes, I am very bad."
After this conversation, the entire audience hall was silent. Xiaobai had no intention of lowering her voice at all, so the entire hall could clearly hear her words, and Wang was also led by her without lowering his voice.
The nobles in Monrovia all had livid faces and exchanged glances with each other.
The emperor and empress also had straight faces, unable to tell their inner thoughts. Most of the emperors and princes imitated their fathers, and only one of them was holding back laughter.
She has secondary sexual characteristics that are not inferior to those of Elizabeth - no, the fourth princess is pressing her lips with her hands to prevent herself from laughing. Her brother next to her is almost frowning.
In addition to the fifth prince, there are others looking at the fourth prince.
"How dare you!" This man stood up, pointed at the mage and said, "You guy, how dare you be so rude to my teacher! After all, he is also a respected eighth-ring spellcaster, and he is safeguarding Monrovia's previous wars.
Zhong Zhong has made a great contribution!"
Wang looked at the man who suddenly jumped out to defend the old man, and found that he was a young man with a bookish temperament. He was probably only eighteen to twenty years old. For a mage, he was at an age where his hair had not even grown.
So Wang said: "I didn't mean to be rude to your teacher, it's just my personality. Look, I asked our druid to ride me in. Are you overthinking it if you still expect me to abide by etiquette?"
"
Xiaobai: "Yes, yes!"
The young mage who came forward was at a loss for words. He held it for a few seconds and said, "You despise His Majesty the Emperor! This is disrespectful!"
Wang: "The conscience of heaven and earth, I definitely didn't mean this. It's just that Xiaobai happened to be riding me and had no intention of getting off. No one of you said it couldn't be done, so she just kept letting her ride for fun. After all, I usually ride her.
There’s nothing wrong with making it up to her now.”
The officials were in an uproar.
They all understood riding in that direction. Even though Wang Ming and Xiao Bai were showing off how to ride, they still thought in that direction. It can only be said that it is difficult for humans to escape from the fixed thinking.
Only one person could see how the ride was done, and she watched the development of the situation with a smile.
At this time, Emperor Bernard Myhrvold of Monrovia finally spoke: "Quiet."
The little mage who was still making noises shut up.
The emperor looked at the boy and said, "Are you the son of Earl Morgan? Are you studying in Mel's mage tower?"
The boy raised his head proudly: "Yes."
After saying that, he quickly glanced at the Fourth Princess.
The emperor sighed: "It seems that the earl has not taught you well. Mel, do you really want to teach such a stupid student? How old is he? How old is he now?"
The old mage said: "Twenty-two years old, I am only a second-level spell caster. But being able to cast a second-level spell at this age is already very good."
Wang: "Ah~ah~ the second ring, you are one less than the third ring."
Elizabeth whispered: "You scolded me too."
"You sorcerer, don't be afraid." Wang Ye replied softly.
The emperor looked at the two chattering people and said with a smile: "This is not the first time I have seen people who dare to whisper in such situations, but the grass on their graves is one foot high."
Wang: "That's it. Got it."
The scene fell into silence again.
Wang Hu looked at the supreme ruler of Monrovia with his big, innocent eyes.
Bernard Myhrvold also didn't expect that there would be such a fool who wouldn't give up the steps.
At this time Elizabeth spoke: "I'm very sorry, Your Majesty. He doesn't understand the world at all. If he offended you, I will apologize for him."
Bernard Myhrvold decisively stepped down and said: "I can see it. I quite like this kind of 'straightforward' character."
The emperor put an emphasis on directness.
Then he turned his attention to Earl Morgan's son, the young mage who was certified by the palace mage as having a promising future: "How dare you speak nonsense and disrupt the palace? Drag him out, whip him a hundred times, and then send him to the knights to become a retinue knight. He wants to
Learn how to behave there."
The little mage was confused: "Why? Your Majesty, I was wronged! Your Majesty! The teacher just said that I have a bright future as a mage! Teacher, save me!"
The old mage just watched his beloved disciple being dragged away by the guards with pitiful eyes.
The emperor continued: "My court mage has been unable to break through the eighth level and become a nine-level spell caster for so many years. He is also very anxious. Your Excellency, Archmage, really can't you be accommodating and let your teacher give you some advice?
"
Wang: "My teacher, don't think about it. I can give you some advice. I am very familiar with the nine-ring spell. Although I have never actually cast it, I can still do it by giving you a few tips."
The old mage froze on the spot. After all, normal people would feel that he was mocking the King after hearing what he just said.
Elizabeth hurriedly added: "The mage in our team is really proficient in all magic. If you just don't understand the details and knowledge of magic, you can really ask him."
The old mage Mel suddenly laughed: "Hahahaha, it's really unreasonable. I know you have all kinds of terrible props to prove your identity, and I also know the rumor that if you die, there will be an angry legendary mage with demons.
The legions came to crush Minos.
"I believe these are all true. However, even if your teacher is that person, it doesn't mean that you are powerful! You just said it yourself, you are just pretending to be powerful! It just so happens that His Majesty is planning to provide someone who can prove your strength.
Chance!"
Bernard Myhrvold immediately took over the conversation: "Yes. I think my son, the third prince Audi, has already revealed it to you. I hope you can solve the mystery since the founding of Monrovia and find out
How to open the towering white tower in White City!"
Wang: "Really? I was also thinking of going and taking a look. Although I put this matter at the lowest priority, since the situation has become like this, it doesn't hurt to take a look first. However, I am most likely to solve the problem.
It’s not open, after all, so many people have been studying it for hundreds of years, right?”
Bernal smiled and said: "That's true. I don't expect the disciples of the legendary archmage to be able to cure diseases and cure diseases successfully."
Elizabeth asked: "Then if Wang fails to crack it, will we...be in trouble?"
"Of course not! You are the ones who have to deal with the world's crisis, the salvation team! But if you can't solve it, then Monrovia will have to stand by and watch your so-called annihilation crisis.
"After all, most people believe that the crisis exists mainly because of the endorsement of the legendary archmage."
After speaking, Bernard smiled slightly.
"If this young man cannot prove his strength, then the credibility of the teacher behind him will also be questioned. Although we are not reckless enough to try it, will it really provoke the angry legendary mage and
His demon army, but...right?
"So when are you going to start solving the puzzle?"
Wang: "First of all, I want to take a look at all the attempts you have made so far. You must have detailed records, right? How many records are there?"
Bernal shrugged: "There are so many in a whole section of Wangli Library. I'm afraid you will have to spend a week in there."
Wang: "Well, let Xiaobai be my personal guard, and the others will divide the work and go find it according to the list..."
Bernal: "I'm afraid that won't work.
"You are strong men who participated in the battle for the throne of Kuosania and completely eradicated the cavemen under the river valley territory. You are the top combat power. The latest information is that you easily neutralized the attack of the orcs and wolf cavalry.
, saved a ferry.
"Military Intelligence's assessment is that you can easily kill three hundred heavily armed knights. Such combat power cannot run around the city until it is trusted. After all, these are extraordinary times."
The team members looked at each other.
Wang raised his hand: "What if I give up now and admit defeat?"
Bernal was shocked by this unexpected development.
He really never thought that there would be someone who could just give up and lie down and start acting.
Elizabeth decisively intervened and explained: "Our mage always prefers to choose the lesser of two evils. He is always making calm calculations. Now he has decided to accept this... er, bet? In short, he has decided to accept it.
The profit was too low, so I decided to give up.”
At this time, the fifth prince muttered: "It's too frivolous. How can this save the world?"
The Fourth Princess raised her hand: "Father, Oscar is very doubtful about the ability of the Salvation Team. I propose that he represent the Royal Monrovia and lead the Knights to supervise the actions of the Salvation Team!"
"Eh?" The young man exclaimed at first, but then straightened his face and said seriously, "Father, I just want to witness with my own eyes what kind of people the rumored rescue team is! Now they give me a very bad impression.
!”
Wang: "You can come, but I want to tell you that we are no longer prepared to recruit humans into the team."
Bernal asked doubtfully: "Why?"
Wang spread his hands and said: "There are already three humans in our team, which is beyond the limit."
Silence fell again in the audience hall. After all, everyone really didn't expect to hear such an outrageous reason on such a serious occasion.
The Emperor of Monrovia broke the silence: "That's it! Oscar, instead of your third brother, take them to the Wangli Library and tell the library manager to allocate guest rooms in the library to them and provide them with three meals a day.