The weather in Oranna today is exceptionally sunny.
Lin Li got up early in the morning and took the little dragon eagle out for breakfast as usual. When he came back, he went to Buck's shop to sit for a while and chatted with this old friend who was about to leave Olanna.
In other words, Lin Li waited until the street gradually became lively before Lin Li walked all the way back to the Magic Guild.
For the Oranna Magic Guild, today is a special day. The two-month-long trial from the twenty-four magic guilds will come to an end today.
In order to make this ending more complete, everyone in the Magic Guild started getting busy early in the morning. Aldwin went to Dawn Square early, where he will lay four master-level magic patterns to ensure that he will win the finals.
There will be no unnecessary casualties. Of course, such a complicated job cannot be done by him alone. Four master-level magic patterns involve a huge workload, so Dallion also went. He is the leader of the entire Austrian army.
In the Lanna Magic Guild, the person whose inscription level is second only to Aldwin.
Even Medellin got up early today. He was rare in formal attire, holding a crimson heart staff and wearing a black void robe. He really looked like a respected elder.
.
Of course, this refers to when he is not swearing.
Lin Li walked all the way back to his residence, and just when he reached the stairs, he heard a sound of cursing.
"Get up, all of you, are you still sleeping at this late hour, are you humans or pigs?"
Medellin's voice was like the roar of a monster. Not to mention Mason Ouling was awakened by him. Even Kevin next door had a sleepy look on his face and quietly poked his head out of the door to see what was going on.
Mason rubbed his eyes with a confused look on his face: "What are you doing..."
"You are indeed a pig. At this time, you actually dare to ask me why. You open the window and take a good look. The sun almost hits your butt. Why don't you hurry up and get ready? Do you think
, the finals will not start until your uncle Ma Sen arrives?" Medellin cursed Ma Sen, then looked at Ou Ling who looked haggard: "And you, don't think you can sleep in if you don't participate in the finals, hurry up and go
Wash your face, cheer me up, and don't let that little Gryffindor bastard see the joke!"
"This old man..." Lin Li stood far away at the top of the stairs, listening to Medellin's vulgar shouting, and couldn't help but smile. This old man was born with a mouth that offends people. He obviously meant well, but from his mouth
If you say it out loud, it will sound as ugly as possible.
After living together for more than two months, how could Lin Li not know Ou Ling's personality? He is proud and introverted, hiding everything in his heart. Even he is the most familiar with him, and rarely listens to what he has to say.
After being injured by Gryffindor, Oring seemed to have remained unchanged, but those who knew him well knew that this proud genius magician suddenly became much depressed.
Fortunately, Medellin diverted his attention. Although his words were a bit vulgar, the effect was quite good. After listening to the old man's shouting, Ou Ling seemed to be a little more angry in his eyes. He nodded silently, and then replied
I went to my room to pack my things.
"Fei Lei..." Kevin poked his head out of the room and shouted quietly.
"Kevin, what's wrong?"
"After this final is over, will you go back to Garros first?"
"I'm afraid not..." Lin Li thought for a while, looking a little embarrassed: "I promised Anduin that I would go to a place with him after the finals. It might take a few days."
"That's it..." Although Kevin didn't say anything, he couldn't hide the disappointment on his face.
"What's wrong? Is there something you want to tell me?"
"No...nothing..." Kevin hesitated for a moment, and then continued: "I'm just worried about the Emerald Tower. Neither of us are here. If there is any action in the Nest of Shadows, I'm afraid of the Emerald Tower."
There will be danger..."
"You don't have to worry about the Nest of Shadows. If I'm not wrong, they won't take any action in the short term. Besides, isn't there your uncle in the Emerald Tower?"
"But uncle, he..."
As soon as Kevin opened his mouth, he knew he had said the wrong thing.
But he wanted to regret it, but it was too late. Lin Li stared at Kevin with his eyes and asked in a deep voice: "What's wrong with Greg?"
"nothing……"
"explain!"
"Really...it's really nothing." Kevin wanted to smile, but the smile he forced out was uglier than crying.
"Say it, don't hold on..." Lin Li shook his head helplessly. An honest person like Kevin is not suitable for lying at all. He hesitates when he is nervous, and all his emotions are written on his face. He even lies to himself.
No, let alone deceiving others?
"No, Feyre, Uncle Gerian gave me a death order and told me not to say anything."
"Are you going to say it?" Lin Li glared at him fiercely.
During the few months he spent in the Garros Magic Guild, Lin Li had already established absolute prestige. Even the magicians who doubted him at the beginning had to admit that it was precisely because of the existence of this young man that the Emerald Tower was able to have such a high reputation.
Today's status, and Kevin, who first met Lin Li, had an almost blind admiration for him. When he saw Lin Li angry, Kevin suddenly became nervous.
I saw him swallowing his saliva subconsciously, and said in a dry and astringent voice: "Uncle Greg didn't let me say it, but I think it's better to let you know about this matter. The last attack on the Nest of Shadows
During the Demon Slaughter Valley, Uncle Greg was seriously injured. In order to cover the retreat of the guild magicians, he forcibly cast an eighteenth-level magic. After this final, you should go back and see him..."
"You told me last time that a friend's magic power collapsed. Could it be that you were talking about Greg?" Lin Li stared at Kevin with his eyes fixed on him. He refused to believe that the fat man who was always full of energy and always full of swear words.
The old man is actually lying on the hospital bed now!
"Yes……"
"Okay, let me tell Anduin that after the finals here are over, I will go back to Garros with you immediately."
This is a real magic event. The stands of Dawn Square, which can accommodate thousands of people, are packed with people. Thousands of magicians from the Oranna Magic Guild are here, including the guild president Ode.
Wen, young apprentices in their teens, and even the dignitaries in Oranna City all sat on the oval stand. Even His Majesty the Kingdom of France asked his younger brother Jonathan, the Lion-Hearted Prince, to bring greetings.
The entire Dawn Square is oval in shape, following the common competitive style of the Dark Ages. The magic protective force field around the square was personally deployed by the Supreme Council, which can withstand at least legendary level magic impact. At the four corners of the square
, there are four more master-level magic patterns faintly flashing with purple light, which are Aldwin's masterpieces.
Facing Dawn Square is the VIP seat in the stands. Aldwin is sitting there. Sitting next to him are all important figures, including Herza from the Supreme Council, Archbishop Enroth of the Temple of Light, Shen
Hoffman, the decision-maker of the Gold Chamber of Commerce, Jonathan, His Majesty's younger brother, Senderos from the Black Temple, and Oro, the biggest killer in France, any one of these people is a famous person.
, as for Dalyan and his like, they can only sit far away in the corner, unable to squeeze into the middle at all.
"Hoffman, what odds do you offer Gryffindor to Gryffindor this time?" Herza was sitting in the VIP seat. She turned away from her usual listlessness and asked Hoffman with great interest.
He said that he and the fat man sitting next to him were old friends. How could he not know that for such a game, Shanjinyinzhuang would open a handicap for those wealthy gamblers to place bets.
"One pays four."
"Oh?" Herza was stunned. He didn't expect that Hoffman would actually say such an odds. He was the number one magic genius in France. Even a fool knew that he was at least 90% sure.
The odds of winning this final are four to one is no joke. If Gryffindor doesn't win, forget it. Once the final victory is achieved, the losses incurred by the Glitter Gold Chamber of Commerce will be astronomical!
"It seems that your Gold Chamber of Commerce doesn't have much confidence in Gryffindor? I said Hoffman, for the sake of our decades-old friends, how about you tell me which one of the candidates you are optimistic about?
Apprentice training?"
"Hey, I can't tell you this, it's a trade secret..." Hoffman laughed shamelessly, thinking that I made a big bet this time. The bet was that you idiots thought Gryffindor would win.
Win!
In order to make a huge profit in this final, Hoffman took a lot of risks. He adjusted the odds of Gryffindor very high from the beginning to attract gamblers with millions of dollars to place bets.
The odds of 4 to 1 are nothing when it comes to other people, but when it comes to Gryffindor, it is almost the same as giving money. Gryffindor is the number one magic genius in France, and anyone with a little better information will
You know, this young man has broken through the realm of the Great Mage a month ago.
As for the other trial apprentices, the strongest is only level 14, and the weakest is only level 9. With such strength, it is not an exaggeration to say that they stand out from the crowd. The odds of being strong are high, so where can you find such a good thing?
It is this psychology that Hoffman captured.
In fact, if it weren't for participating in that exchange meeting, even he would have thought that Gryffindor would definitely win the regular finals.
However, at that exchange meeting, Hoffman saw with his own eyes that the young magician named Fei Lei controlled the hand of fire with one hand and the touch of frost with the other hand, as if by magic.
A bottle of void power potion, regardless of his superb potion technology, the magical power displayed in it is enough to make any magician's hair stand on end.
Controlling two magics at the same time, one of ice and one of fire, this Feyre's strength will never be worse than that of Gryffindor.
Moreover, don't forget, he is also a master of pharmacy.
In a battle between two magicians, the role that a bottle of potion can play cannot be explained clearly in just one or two sentences.
Although the bet was huge this time, Hoffmann never worried that he would lose. He had too much confidence in the young magician named Feyre.
Of course, Herza would not understand all this.
He just looked at Dawn Square with a suspicious face, watching young apprentices walking in one after another, trying to identify which one was favored by the Shining Gold Chamber of Commerce.
"Feire, why do I feel so nervous..." Masson looked at the thousands of spectators in the stands, and suddenly he was shaking with excitement. He waved to the stands in a coquettish way and said hypocritically.
One sentence.
At this time, Medellin happened to be walking by. When he heard this, he immediately sneered: "What's the point of being nervous? You're going to die in one round anyway. If you have time to be nervous, you might as well think about how to use it."
It would be more honorable to lose..."
"..." This sentence choked Ma Sen to half death. He waited until Medellin was far away before Ma Sen gritted his teeth and muttered to himself: "I will not lose, but I will enter the second round. I am so angry, you old bastard."
…”
While Mason was mumbling, Odwin in the VIP seat had already stood up. This old man always seemed to have a magical power in him. The square, which was noisy just now, stood up from the VIP seat.
It suddenly became quiet. Aldwin's voice was not very loud, but it was just enough for everyone to hear: "...the two-month trial will come to an end today. Who is the winner of this trial?"
The strongest apprentice, let us wait and see..."
After Aldwin's simple opening remarks, it was Herza who announced the rules.
The rules of this final are not complicated. It is a one-on-one knockout match. Whoever wins will advance to the next round. Whoever loses will pack up and go home. It is cruel and direct. The judgment of winning or losing is also clear at a glance. You can directly admit defeat and be forced to leave.
The battle area will result in a loss, and being directly hit by magic of level 10 or above will also result in a loss.
After the rules came the matchup table. Lin Li had good or bad luck and got a level 12 mage. But Ma Sen didn’t know what his luck was. When he took a look at the matchup table, he realized that he had drawn a level 12 mage.
, it turned out to be Larry—the eighth-level magician who had completed the mission with the three of them during the trial in Shadow Valley.
Oh no, he should be a level nine magician now.
But for Ma Sen, this basically makes no difference. No matter whether he is the eighth level or the ninth level, he is unlikely to be his opponent. After all, he is now an eleventh level magician. If he is even a ninth level magician,
If you can't take it, you might as well just buy a piece of tofu and kill it.
"Hahahaha, let's see who dares to say that I can't pass the first round!" Ma Sen looked proud, and after finishing speaking, he looked at Medellin provocatively.
"Be careful of capsizing in the gutter..." Medellin curled his lips and cursed viciously.
"Pooh!"
"You guys sit down for a while, I'm going to play." While the old man and the young man were bickering, Lin Li stood up. The match between him and the twelfth-level magician was scheduled for the first round.