A dull voice sounded, and the two mages outside the door trembled in their hearts.
In the room, an old red-robed mage had a very ugly face. He slapped his right hand heavily on the table with a huge force and made a muffled sound. His right hand curled up in severe pain, making his face even more ugly.
And this red-robed mage is surprisingly the same red-robed mage who answered Marquis Morse's question in the palace before.
The red-robed mage's name is Errol, and his identity is the president of the Original Painting Mage Association, which is now the president of the Wangdu Mage Association and the Sixth Ring Mage.
"Mage Association, Mo Lan!"
The red-robed mage Errol muttered to himself with an ugly expression.
There was a secret letter on his desk, which clearly stated the exact time when Mo Lan went to the palace and when he left the palace.
When he thought that after he left the palace, Marquis Morse immediately invited Mo Lan to enter the kingdom. This attitude of Marquis Morse made Errol look very ugly.
But then Errol became discouraged. No matter what Marquis Morse's attitude was, he had to endure it and put on a smiling face when they met again.
Because he knew that the Wangdu Mage Association seemed to be a top-level power, and several sixth-level mages were top-level professionals in the entire kingdom.
But in front of Marquis Morse, he is just average. It is gratifying to have a few more sixth-ring professionals, but if this sixth-ring professional disobeys, he will die if he is pressed to death with his backhand.
He's just a sixth-level mage, but he can't change the world.
When Errol had just changed his profession to a mage, and quickly became a sixth-level professional, the sudden change from a living profession to a combat profession, and the sudden power he gained made him somewhat swollen.
At this time, he was ordered by Marquis Morse to be sent to the army to test the combat effectiveness of mages and test the influence of mages on the Knights, so as to better understand the profession of mages and clarify their positioning.
When he first started, Errol was still full of confidence, thinking that his chance to make a career was coming.
As long as you perform better during the test and beat the Knights a little worse, you and the association will naturally be appreciated and cultivated.
But after that day, Errol fell into silence, the previous expansion disappeared without a trace, and the previous words were not mentioned again.
He also respected and feared Marquis Morse more and more.
So even if I felt angry, I could only hold it in and turn my attention to Mo Lan.
"Mo Lan is indeed powerful. Maybe the creation of the mage may be due to luck, but meditation, the mage tower, etc. cannot be explained by coincidence.
However, with Mo Lan's character, he will definitely not surrender. In this case, it is inevitable that he and his association will face a blow.
And once Marquis Morse takes action, he will definitely be sure of a devastating blow."
Errol calculated silently.
"But if Mo Lan doesn't surrender, then it's me who has the final say on the Mage Association.
However, the association must produce certain results, and I have the final say based on the fact that I am useful to Marquis Morse.
And if I can't produce any results, I'm afraid the association will have to be reorganized directly.
At present, the technology that the Marquis wants is ninety tank technology."
Errol said slowly.
"So I must obtain the chariot technology before the Mage Association is attacked.
Otherwise, once Mo Lan is defeated and offers his chariot technology, it will be too late."
Errol thought hard, looking for ways to research chariots.
Contact the projector to inquire about the principles and develop it yourself, and send spies to look for the secret replica of the chariot at close range.
There are many ways, but they all require time to complete, and Errol just lacks time.
He had to research it before Mo Lan was defeated, and Mo Lan's suppression was close at hand.
Just when Errol was thinking hard but couldn't think of a solution, there was a knock on the door outside, and a mage came over with a letter and handed it to Errol.
"What should we do to obtain tank technology as quickly as possible?"
The answer emerged in Errol's mind, and that was to get it ready-made directly from Mo Lan.
But the key is that Mo Lan is a projector and is immortal. As long as he doesn't want to, no one can obtain the chariot technology in his hands.
"Are we going to use spies to contact the top executives of the Red Maple City Mage Association to steal technology?
No, it takes too much time, and this kind of technology must be highly confidential from Mo Lan, so it won’t work.”
"What to do... what to do... what to do..."
Errol felt worries welling up in his heart, and he tore open the envelope irritably. But when he saw the contents inside, Errol fell into a deathly silence, and his face instantly turned extremely ugly.
His claw-like right hand was clutching the envelope.
This letter was sent by Mo Lan. It contains not much content and can even be said to be relatively concise.
Errol saw the words on the letter when he was thinking hard and trying to take a shortcut to obtain the tank technology.
"Do you want chariot technology? If you want it, just tell me. If you don't tell me, how will I know that you want chariot technology? If you tell me, won't I just give it to you?
Hey, it’s up to you whether you want it or not.”
The content of Mo Lan's letter made Errol's face darken instantly. He wanted to think about the letter, but his hand seemed to be in a critical position and he couldn't move it no matter what.
Errol suppressed his anger and looked down.
"You must be in great need of chariot technology now, right? I guess you definitely want it, and it is very urgent. Chariot technology can continue to guarantee your status in the Mage Association.
So why don’t we set up a bet based on this exchange meeting?”
"The bet I offer is very simple. It is the tank technology you want most. As long as you win, I will give up the tank technology."
Errol took a slow breath, his mind was shaken, and there was a trace of expectation in his heart, but he immediately suppressed it, using the chariot technology as a bet, what exactly could have the corresponding value and be worthy of being the corresponding one?
bet?
Errol took a deep breath and slowly looked at the last piece of paper with the bet written on it.
When I saw the contents of the last piece of paper clearly, I was instantly shocked even though I had been prepared for it.
"Quality is not enough, quantity is enough. I will use all the technology and details to make the chariot, and you...oh no, I want the spell model from your association's treasure house.
All spell models below the sixth level!"
Errol was angry at first, but then fell into deep thought, and couldn't help but look at the last paragraph.
“Both parties in the exchange meeting prepared projects in turn, and both sides competed for projects at the same time. In the end, the winner was the long one and enjoyed the delicious fruits of victory.
What about? The president of the Mages Association who is about to disappear?"
.......
Mo Lan stood on the balcony on the second floor, looking towards the direction of the Mage Association. His eyes seemed to see the tangled president of the Royal Capital Association through countless gaps, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
