Roland was stunned for a moment and asked a little stupidly: "Fernando, you weren't here just now. President Rigg..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw Fernando rushing past him, like a violent hurricane sweeping across the earth, his bright red eyes widening, unabashedly expressing his anger.
Douglas frowned slightly, then relaxed, without saying hello to Fernando, he just watched him go down the stairs and towards the secret room on the basement floor.
"Fernando!" Roland finally woke up and shouted hurriedly, "Don't argue with President Rigg!"
boom!
Fernando slammed the secret door hard, causing it to hit the door frame hard, blocking everything inside.
"What should we do? Fernando will anger President Rigg!" Roland thought that he could foresee the next situation and looked at Douglas for help. Only when he had the strength and grace to take action could the dispute end.
Douglas nodded: "If something unexpected happens, I will stop it, but it is Fernando's right to express his opinion."
"But that's President Rigg!" Roland was a little unable to understand Douglas's thoughts. He was a man with strong magic power, astonishing knowledge in all aspects, and a keen insight into mathematics, but his way of thinking was weird.
Not only does he like to ask why, but some of his views are really unacceptable, unlike a magician who has an extremely strict relationship between superiors and inferiors.
Douglas just smiled and said nothing. At this time, Fernando's roar could be heard faintly in the secret room below. The roar became louder and louder, making Roland suspect that the wall would collapse.
He listened intently, trying to figure out what Fernando was roaring about, but at this moment, the secret door opened with a bang, and the thin and stern Rigg strode out with a gloomy face and stepped up the stairs.
"I am the president of the Pephos County Branch, and I have the right to do this. No need for you, an old man, to judge!" Fernando chased after him, his voice was extremely loud and full of anger.
Rigg paused, turned around, and said in a cold voice that sounded like it came from the depths of the earth: "You are not that anymore!"
"So what? It's still the same when I make a decision!" Fernando glared at Rigg fiercely.
"Unreasonable mad dog..." Rigg muttered, turned around and continued walking up.
Fernando waved his arms: "Rotten old guy. Even if I am wrong, what does it have to do with Douglas? He just obeys the orders of me, the branch president, and he doesn't know the requirements of the headquarters at all!"
Listening to their scolding, Roland was dumbfounded. Although he had always known that Fernando had a bad temper and was never afraid of anyone. He loved to sarcastically and scold loudly, but he never thought that he would yell at the vice president like this! This is the vice president.
!There are only three people in the entire guild! Even if the president disputes with them, he will be polite!
He originally planned to stop it, but as he listened, he suddenly understood what Fernando was thinking. He did not feel aggrieved because he was punished, because when he made that suggestion, he was mentally prepared to be scolded. At most, he planned to continue
Arguing with reason, he was angry and confused as to why this matter would drag Douglas down, so he tried his best to excuse Douglas.
At this time, Rigg just walked up to Douglas, took a gentle breath, turned his head, and squeezed out a smile without a trace of smile: "Douglas, I forgot to inform you just now, as the Nine Rings Archmage, you are eligible to participate in the competition five days later
core meeting, so your trip to the ‘Alinge’ base is scheduled for next week.”
"Okay." Douglas didn't ask why Rigg forgot just now, or why he decided to invite now, and nodded politely.
"Old guy, if you have the ability, don't accept Douglas! Most of the organizations want the Archmage to join!" Fernando yelled reluctantly.
With the legendary magicians having too much time to take care of themselves, the Nine-ring Archmage is already considered the highest combat power of each organization. There are currently only two members in the entire Magician United Union, the president, Anold, and the vice-president, Rigg, with the remaining two
The vice-president is just an eighth-level high-level magician who is expected to be promoted - of course, this is certainly not the case with the legendary organization "Palmeira's Cabin".
Rigg snorted, unwilling to continue arguing with Fernando while lowering his status, and hurried past Roland and walked towards Old Green's room.
"Hmph, you old men are in such a critical situation, and you still want to have the rights and resources in your hands! I was willing to join the guild because I believed in your ideas of getting rid of suspicion and integrating other organizations and mages fairly and openly. Now, what?
, Humph! High-level magicians don’t lack organizational resources either!” Fernando didn’t stop and roared at Rigg’s back again.
Roland broke out in a cold sweat instantly. He had always followed President Rigg as an example and thought he was better able to understand the other party's thoughts. Fernando dared to say such things to his face, and wasn't he afraid of being secretly retaliated against later?
If I could, I would pretend not to hear it!
Rige paused for a moment, then walked faster and disappeared around the corner.
"Fernando, how can you talk like this?" Roland was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. "Aren't you afraid of being assigned a seemingly simple but practical but dangerous task?"
"Unless he can guarantee to kill me in one go! Otherwise, I will let him understand what the wrath of the storm is!" Fernando said disdainfully, "Besides, he and the president are not that harmonious."
Roland was stunned. Could it be that his friend seemed reckless and impulsive, but actually had something to rely on? Was his roar real, or was he acting?
"No wonder you are not afraid of President Rigg..." he said softly.
Fernando was stunned: "What does this have to do with being afraid? If it were the president, I would scold him the same way!"
Well, it's still the Fernando I know... Roland didn't know whether he felt relaxed or sad.
Fernando took a deep breath, straightened his hair, and then said: "In such an era, we may die at the hands of black-clawed dogs or clergy at any time, so there is no need to be afraid of death. This is our common destiny and final outcome.
, and if you are not afraid of death, then why are you afraid of the president and vice president?"
Douglas had been listening to their conversation quietly, then smiled and interjected: "Thank you."
"I just can't stand their injustice!" Fernando looked up at the mottled ceiling.
…………
In the next three days, Douglas and Fernando were not assigned tasks, but Roland was sent to carry out some liaison matters.
Douglas and Fernando didn't mind this situation, and even thought it was in line with their own ideas. They kept communicating and thinking, and they increasingly felt that the current magic system had irreparable flaws.
Although Fernando has always been in a position of listening and learning, he is full of genius, keen intuition, and has unusual insights into many fields of mathematics and magic. The occasional few words he speaks bring new inspiration and ideas to Douglas.
, so the two of them are not just "teaching" and get along very happily.
As evening approached in the small hotel, the candlelight was dim, and the handwriting on the draft paper was blurry. However, Douglas and Fernando's eyes had solidified different spell effects, and they could see through real darkness, so they ate honey carelessly.
While grilling fish, they discussed a calculation problem.
An intermediate mage listened curiously for a moment, and then quickly walked away dizzy.
Suddenly, the half-open door of the small hotel was pushed open, and the cool night breeze blew in, dispelling the thick heat and humidity.
"Green, here are two honey grilled fishes!" Before anyone came in, the rough voice made the candlelight flicker.
Roland, who had just come back and sat down, secretly cursed that this roar was comparable to Fernando's roar.
Douglas and Fernando raised their heads at the same time. Is this the feeling of a knight? Are they Green's friends?
Because of Green's relationship, many knights come and go here, which increases the risk of magicians being discovered, but it also deceives the church very effectively, and Green will carefully screen the knights. If a friend has any suspicion of magicians,
If there is strong hostility or sensitivity to the magical issues being discussed, he will pretend to be angry and drive the other person away and break up with the other person - of course, if there are knights in the hotel, he will also mark it outside to let the magicians in.
Be prepared so as not to reveal the secret unabashedly. If there is no sign, it will be a repeat of the scene when Fernando arrived with Douglas.
No one would have guessed that a private gathering place for knights would actually be a contact transit point for magicians!
Hearing this sound, the wooden wine glass Green was wiping fell onto the bar with a dull thud.
He stared at the door, and his turbid green eyes actually made circles of ripples, affecting the real ripples around him!
"Why are you here?" he said, motioning Douglas and Fernando to put away the draft paper with his eyes.
"You don't want a title, you just want treasure, just to open a hotel like this and sell grilled fish with honey? Are you giving up the knight title of 'Left Eye of Death' just like that?" A tall and strong man walked in from the door. He was wearing a close-fitting gray knight's jacket.
He has thick eyebrows and a raised nose, as if he has a tumor. He looks young, but if you look closely, you will find traces of time, but his blue eyes are sparkling and energetic, as if he were seventeen or eighteen years old.
A handsome boy.
Behind him followed a little girl of eleven or twelve years old, with delicate and cute features, but her face was pressed hard without any smile.
She had her bangs combed and her hair tied neatly, like an exquisite doll. She was holding a giant sword that was taller than her height with both hands, and stumbled behind.
The most impressive thing about her is her silver-grey eyes, which are cold and sharp.
"Who is she?" Old Green spoke again, his voice full of doubts.
The man with young eyes smiled: "I am now her knight teacher."
The little girl tried to straighten her back, but her left foot hit her right foot, causing her to fall to the ground with a thud as she was already unbalanced.
"Haha, walking is a problem, why should I be a knight's squire?" Fernando said with a shy smile.
The little girl lying on the ground still held the giant sword tightly, raised her head hard, twisted her two delicate eyebrows, and glared at Fernando angrily: "No one can walk, only learn!"
Um? Fernando didn't understand what it meant for a moment.
"Are you a descendant of that person?" Old Green's expression became very strange, both serious and funny at the same time.
The man with beautiful eyes smiled helplessly: "Yes, I didn't expect it to be his child before... Okay, Hathaway, get up slowly, you will become stronger little by little."