Grim soon met President Fried again in Keslinburg.
Along with him, there were three other fourth-level wizards who met Greem, including Elder Nicholas, whom he had met once. The remaining two were a middle-aged witch with a decent appearance named
Clara is the current patriarch of the Denel family where Broken Face Gallo belongs. The other is a wizard who looks like an old scholar with an old and disfigured face. His name is Milva, and he is the vice president of the association.
Under the witness of three fourth-level wizards, President Fried softly chanted a mysterious and weird witchcraft spell. As the spell sounded, a large black smoke emitted from the surrounding walls, floors and ceilings.
, gathered in front of Greem and formed a mysterious contract with gold letters on a black background.
The material of the contract was composed of mysterious black smoke, but the dazzling golden color floating on it was blurry. Only when Greem slowly extended his mental power into it, a document with terrifying binding force appeared inexplicably in his mind.
The text of the contract.
"Hey, the fragments of the ancient contract have been detected... Once the subject leaves the mark of his soul on the contract, he will be bound by the contract together with other souls. This contract has no soul holder and is a mutualistic soul contract. As long as the subject does not violate it,
It is an agreement among all soul-branded people that they will not be harmed to their souls."
"After inspection, three oral agreements were found on the ancient contract fragments, and the contents are as follows:"
"1. This contract is a common agreement between all level 4 wizards in the Tallin area in the central part of the continent. All participants in the contract are not allowed to attack each other or infringe on each other's interests. Violators will have their souls degraded."
"Two, those who join this contract must safeguard the interests of the overall wizards in the Sand Tallinn area, obey the instructions of the Sand Tallinn Association, and resist the infiltration or invasion of foreign forces without threatening their own safety and vital interests!"
"Third, first-time members must perform an association task assigned by all contract participants. If you refuse the task, you will be deemed to have refused to serve the Sand Tallinn Association and will be expelled by all contract participants!"
Greem narrowed his eyes slightly, silently thinking about the contract text in front of him, and vaguely understood something in his heart.
Seriously speaking, this contract actually brings together all the high-level wizards (mainly level 4) in the central part of the continent to jointly resist the invasion and infiltration of the three major wizard organizations. In essence, for the entire Sand Tower Forest,
Also a good thing!
At least, with the constraints of this contract, the various wizard wars in the central part of the continent cannot spread to the level of Level 4. Without the participation of Level 4 wizards, the intensity of the wizard wars becomes controllable and will not cause all kinds of terrible catastrophes in the central part of the continent.
Deadlands or Infinity War.
Of course, the top leaders of the association are not so stupid as to ban war at all levels.
After all, a certain degree of wizard fighting can better cultivate and screen out more powerful wizards, and it is also part of the internal competition mechanism for survival of the fittest.
Therefore, what the association prohibits is actually only conflicts between level 4 wizards.
As for those below level 4, as long as this kind of competition does not damage the operation of the entire wizard system, the association will not stop those petty wizard family wars but will instead be happy to see them happen. Because only in this way, the newly rising powerful wizards
Only then can we suck the nutrients from the losers and reach the top step by step.
From this aspect, Greem and the Crimson Family he established are actually the beneficiaries of this loose policy.
After reading the entire contract text, Greem understood it very clearly.
The entire association's restrictions on level 4 wizards are still very loose.
After all, all the fourth-level wizards in the central part of the continent have united to form such an association. The purpose is just to stay together and resist the invasion and infiltration of the three surrounding wizard organizations, not to tie themselves up.
Therefore, in addition to the mandatory task when he first joined, once he became a fourth-level elder in the association, Greem would naturally have a great say in the development of the entire Sand Tallinn area. However, the association's restrictions on him were
Very few.
All level 4 association elders have the authority to submit association issues.
When encountering major events or issues, the president often convenes a gathering to discuss and vote on the disputed content. The association currently has fourteen level 4 wizards, among whom except for the president, Wizard Fried, who has two votes,
The remaining level 4 wizards each have one vote.
Only one vote is needed to propose a proposal, but more than half of the votes are needed to reject it.
Therefore, within the association, as long as there is no opposition from more than half of the association elders, the will of any fourth-level elder can be implemented unimpeded.
This...maybe the main reason why all Level 4 people in the central part of the continent are willing to join the Sand Tower Forest Association!
"I'm still at level 3 now..." Greem raised his head and looked at President Fried who was staring at him closely, and asked with some confusion.
The contract in front of him is obviously for a fourth-level wizard, and he is only a third-level wizard now. The association is so eager for him to sign this contract now, and it is obvious that there are some big problems inside.
"You will be a level 4 soon!" President Fried looked at him with a smile: "I have confidence in you!"
Grim was still hesitating.
The black-tongued Elder Nicholas next to him said coldly: "What? You want to reject this contract? I'm warning you, think carefully about the consequences of rejecting this contract!"
President Fried smiled and waved to Elder Nicholas.
"Don't scare him... Lord Grim will definitely make a wise and correct decision!"
When he mentioned the word ‘wise’, President Fried obviously emphasized his tone.
However, when Greem looked at his kind smile like a smiling tiger, he wanted to hit him in the face with a fireball.
Just one red face and one black face!
Just when Greem was still hesitating, a familiar female voice with a faint sound sounded clearly in his mind.
"Sign it! I will explain it to you later..."
It's Alice's voice.
The moment Alice's voice sounded, President Fried, who was standing opposite Grim, seemed to be aware of it and suddenly raised his head and looked towards the north.
Greem no longer hesitated, stretched out his right index finger, condensed a cluster of tiny bright yellow flames, and gently pressed it on the mysterious contract. The moment the flames touched the contract, Greem wrote in the common language of wizards.
Mu's name strangely appeared on it, and then the entire contract exploded again with a bang into boundless black mist that blended into the surrounding air.
Greem could sense that this mysterious contract had not dissipated, but was directly stored in the core of Keslinburg's activated consciousness.
Seeing Greem sign the contract, the expressions of the level 4 wizards in front of them suddenly became lively. As witnesses, Witch Clara and Elder Nicholas nodded and smiled at Greem, and said congratulations.
It disappeared silently.
Soon only Grim, Fried, and Milva were left in the secret room.
Although Greem is not yet a level 4 person, looking at the smiling faces of the two wizards, it seems that they have completely treated him as a person of the same level.
"Here you are...this is the reward you deserve!"
What President Fried threw over was a unique and exquisite magic ring, with the logo of the Zhendi Tallinn Association inlaid with tiny fire diamonds on the ring.
"This is your elder ring. With it, you will have the right to enter and exit Keslinburg freely. At the same time, you can also call the wizard troops within the association to a limited extent. There is also a small storage space in the ring.
The 500 Sith essence promised to you has been placed inside..."
Even with Greem's calm mind, he couldn't help but tremble a little the moment he caught the ring.
After all, the power and will represented by this ring is very heavy in the middle of the continent, and its weight is definitely higher than that of most wizard families. To put it bluntly, wearing this ring, when Greem was determined to destroy a wizard
As for the family, he doesn't even need to do it himself, there will be a lot of wizards willing to do it for him.
After all, there are thousands of wizard families in the central part of the continent, but there are only fourteen level 4 wizards.
Who is more important and who is less important? You can tell without asking!
"Don't be too happy. Before you become a fourth-level wizard, your elder power is temporarily frozen. Only when you truly become a fourth-level wizard, will all this officially belong to you! But I believe that this
One day won’t take long..." President Fried showed a strange smile on his face.
"In addition, if I were you, I would teleport directly back to the Crimson Family and not leave until I advance to level 4. You have to know how tempting these sefirot are to a level 3 wizard. And the ultimate
Temptation will make countless people take risks..."
…………
Throne of Fire.
When the dim teleportation light slowly dissipated, Gargamel, who had greatly changed his form, stood at the door of the teleportation room with a respectful look on his face, bowing and saluting.
"Welcome back, Master!"
The news from afar has already been sent back to the Crimson Family.
At this moment, the entire Crimson family was completely boiling, and people everywhere were excited and celebrating. Therefore, as the Crimson housekeeper, Gargamel's tone was also full of endless joy and uncontrollable excitement.
"Okay, okay... don't play with these silly things anymore. The head of the family you were waiting for didn't come back, but we are the ones who came back!"
Hearing that familiar voice, Gargamel raised his head suddenly and found to his embarrassment that the only three girls standing in the teleportation array were Mary, Wenriel and Amelia, and there was no trace of Grim at all.
"Ma...Ms. Mary...Where is the head of the family?"
"Huh, I don't care where he went! If you want to wait, just keep waiting here!" Mary became very angry at the mention of this and walked away angrily.
"Lord Gargamel, just wait here!" Wen Lier was obviously in a very good mood and left with a sweet smile.
Seeing that her father was making a fuss and couldn't figure it out, Emelia, who fell at the end, pulled the sleeves of Garwitch's robe, leaned over and whispered in a low voice: "The master of the family has gone to the Tower of Destiny!"
"oh oh!"
Gargamel thought about it for a long time before he suddenly realized it. (To be continued)