The queen, who appeared in full dress, dazzled the audience, and Quinns could vaguely see some traces of Gloria in her eyebrows. Next to the queen stood the low-key Ottoman Emperor, holding the queen in his right hand, and with his left hand a symbol of the emperor.
A scepter, a head of golden hair like a lion, and a resolute face that is already wrinkled.
Quins, who was paying attention to the Ottoman Emperor, could see that although the Ottoman Emperor was still majestic, he was already showing his age.
Surrounded by a number of princes and princesses, from middle-aged uncles to three-year-old children, sometimes Quins had to admire the Ottoman Emperor's strong body and powerful genes.
Professor Walker babbled in Quins' ear and introduced him to all the important people present. The one over there is the elder of the Presbytery and which department he works in. The one with two women in his arms is the eldest son of whose family is about to inherit the throne.
In the family business, so and so is the person in charge of which key department, and they never do any human affairs.
In short, Professor Walker always adds a lot of his own comments to the people he introduces. Now that Quines heard about it, no one has received praise from Professor Walker.
Quins paid special attention to Professor Walker's comments about the four Garys. He only got a bad luck comment, while Tankard David got a comment that he was a colonial executioner and a member of the Edwardian family with five coats of arms.
Gunther was also described as a mediocre heir who was indecisive and didn't accomplish much.
The Ottoman Emperor and the Queen did not stay long. After the Queen's three-minute speech, they both left, leaving behind a group of ministers and nobles. No one was surprised. In fact, the new Ottoman royal family members were very low-key.
After meeting the members of the royal family, Quins no longer misses this place that has great appeal to most people. Although it is the queen's birthday party, compared to other nobles' balls, it is just bigger and has more important people.
It didn't appeal much to Quins.
Like Professor Walker, who only paid attention to historical texts, the two quietly exited the banquet with a tacit understanding. Before getting on the carriage, Professor Walker was still reluctant to leave, and made an appointment with Quines to meet at Levamine University in the future.
The next step is to prepare for tomorrow. Before that, he needs to go back and discuss countermeasures with Olivia.
Early the next day.
Quince and Olivia went out together. While waiting for the carriage called by Browning, Quince was keenly aware that the surveillance around him had disappeared.
It seems that Darlene moved very quickly. It is not known whether she directly influenced the decision of the mysterious defense agency, or whether she passed the information he revealed to her to the mysterious defense agency.
Quins prefers the latter. After all, the mysterious defense mechanism is not so easy to influence, and the captain of the imperial guard does not seem to have that much energy.
After getting on the carriage, within a short while, the two of them came to a quiet alley, where a cafe opened in the depths. This is one of the strongholds of the Parsonage Witches in Saint-Dres-Fess.
One, it is also the specific meeting place given by Agatha to Quins.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw Moira, the Fire Crow Witch, hiding behind the coffee table with her chin propped up in boredom. Quins looked around after entering. The cafe was not big, with only five or six separate tables and chairs.
, separated by a vertical railing similar to a screen, which was covered with graffiti-covered oil paintings. Not only the vertical railings, but also the walls were covered with oil paintings of unknown severity.
Quins had a good eye and immediately saw the signatures on the oil painting. They were all named Moira Griffin. If he remembered correctly, this was the full name of the Firecrow Witch.
Quins gave Olivia a wink and told her to find a place to wait. He didn't rush to wake up Moira, who was a little dazed and angry, and just looked along the wall.
Moira's paintings come.
Going around in a circle, from Quins' less professional perspective, Moira's oil painting style is more inclined to the realism school of Quins' previous life, but the strange thing is that Moira's realism can only be regarded as semi-realism.
This distorted and abstract style appears in places from time to time. It's so weird that Quines naturally doesn't know if this genre exists in this world.
Moreover, Moira's creations focus more on crows, including flamboyant, well-behaved, gloomy, surly, etc. Some of them are even so distorted that they cannot be seen as crows, but abstract lines take over.
"How's it going? I'm pretty good at painting, right?"
Quins turned his head when he heard the sound and saw Moira and Olivia standing behind him.
Quinn paused and said, "Are those twisted crows the paintings you drew when you were being repelled?"
Moira's eyes lit up slightly: "You can see it."
"It's a good idea to use paintings to express the side effects of the elements' backlash." Quins nodded appreciatively.
Moira waved her hand: "This is nothing. Similar methods are very common among mid-to-high-level extraordinary beings. This is how many weird and weird things come about. When I advance to legend, I may be able to create them with just one painting."
A little weird."
Quins fell silent. A legendary existence is just a small source of pollution. This way of venting one's own will and backlash has a high possibility of weirdness.
That is, Quins, who has just advanced to level 4. Although there have been several crises of backlash, without anyone's guidance, he can only resist on his own. Of course, if he really wants to be serious, cursing can be regarded as a kind of primitive.
cathartic behavior.
"It seems that I can try to choose an interest of my own." Quins said, touching his chin.
Moira: "Painting is good. How about you learn to paint from me."
Quins shook his head and refused without thinking. He didn't even have the slightest interest in painting. Moira sighed in disappointment, saying that Quins had missed many good opportunities.
Quins: "Let's not talk about this for now. This is Olivia Rupert. You two should know each other."
"I know you," Moira chuckled, "I didn't expect to meet a witch. Hehe, I've long wanted to see what a witch is like."
Quins was speechless. He found that the coven of Saint Dresface might be in a metropolitan city, and they had more or less innocent and cute ideas.
Quins did not pick up her words and asked directly: "When will Agatha arrive?"
"Soon, I have informed her that she will be here in the time it takes me to grind a cup of coffee."
Moira ground the coffee beans very quickly, mainly because she used witchcraft when grinding. After Quins took a sip of the coffee that was brought to him, he immediately felt a strong, mellow and slightly spicy aroma hitting his taste buds.
"Better than your painting." Quince blurted out the words directly, attracting Moira's death stare, and Olivia giggled beside her.
The shop door opened silently, and two figures walked into the coffee shop. The first person to enter was Agatha. Following Agatha was a short girl wearing huge black-rimmed glasses, similar to goggles.
She wears leather armor and wraps her little body in it. The freckles on her little face are cute and adorable.
But in Quince's eyes, this short girl has the same aura as the Agatha next to her.
Another legend.
Quince's eyes narrowed slightly, which made him feel the solemnity of the witch association in this meeting.
"Agatha!" Quins said, looking at the short girl next to her. After entering the cafe, the short girl's eyes never left Quins. If it weren't for Agatha,
Sha held the short girl's arm tightly, and Quins felt like the other girl was about to pounce on her.
The four of them sat down, introduced each other, and exchanged pleasantries, while Moira pulled aside to prepare coffee for the new arrivals, Agatha and the other two.
Through the introduction, Quins knew that the short girl's name was Silbering Hill, who was the 8th Order of the Witch Coven, and whose name was the Hand of Alchemy. Upon hearing Agatha's introduction, Quins suddenly realized that this was the same movie as before.
The alchemist in the witch coven that Agatha complained about, no wonder her eyes have not left Quines since she entered.
Siboling was very angry when Agatha interrupted her several times and sulked alone next to her.
Quins chuckled and said, "Agatha, let Miss Hill finish her words first, otherwise I think Miss Hill will keep ignoring you."
Agatha was helpless, she even regretted bringing Si Bailing here.
"Yes, yes," Siboling immediately became excited when she saw Quins' support.
"Then tell me." Agatha touched the copper umbrella she kept with her and gave Quince an apologetic look.
"Haha, I knew Agatha was the best," Siboling danced around. Under Agatha's warning eyes, he immediately sat upright and looked at Quins and said, "Mr. Dodd, what is your weapon spirit?"
How was it made? What's the principle? Did it use Bainer's alchemy theory, Luya heavy forging method, or Takaiqiu Qinshui method..."
When talking about professional issues, Si Bailing came up with a bunch of question marks.
Agatha's face darkened. How could anyone tell you their unique alchemy skills as soon as they came up? The sharp murderous aura in her eyes shot onto Si Bo Ling without missing a beat.
Si Bo Ling seemed unaware and looked at Quins with longing eyes.
Quince smiled slightly: "This is not a technology that needs to be kept secret. In fact, as long as I say it, you can all think of it. After all, you should have heard of level 7 legends like you, the transformation of level 9 source of magic."
, transform Yuangui into the weapon spirit I named him."
"Yuangui transformation?!"
As soon as Quines finished speaking, even Agatha understood Quines' words. After entering the legend, no one would ignore the research on the subsequent path, let alone an organization with a strong foundation like the Pars Saint-Was Witches.
.
But as a sixth-level alchemist, he knows very well how difficult it is to transform foreign objects. After hearing Quines' words, Siboling suddenly fell silent. Without comparison, there is no harm.
A level 4 wizard can actually do something that even a legendary transcendent can't do. What kind of freak is he? Silbering even wants to open Quins' skull to see what's inside.
thing.
Speaking of this, the topic of alchemy can no longer go on. Siboling fell silent and started the mode of wandering into the world. But for Agatha, this is good news. Finally, Siboling can calm down for a while.
.
Agatha looked at Olivia and asked, "How are you, Mr. Mero?"
"Your Excellency is very nice," Olivia replied with a smile: "Your Excellency also asked me to say hello to Your Excellency Yefut on her behalf."
"I accept Your Excellency Melo's wishes on behalf of you. I wonder why you came here this time?" Agatha said.
Quins's eyes flashed without hesitation. Sure enough, Olivia's purpose in coming here was not that simple.
Olivia: "It's mainly about two things. One is about the relaunch of the snakehead plan of Wanshen. The purpose of sending me here is to restore the alliance with the Parshengwa Witch Coven a hundred years ago."
"An alliance?" Agatha nodded. She had already made some guesses about Olivia. The restoration of the alliance was not beyond her expectation. There were even such voices in the witch coven.
In fact, for hundreds of years, the headquarters of the Witch Guild and Bebu Mehanin were located in the capitals of the two empires. Although there was occasional contact, the two sides did not cooperate on a large scale. It was not until Wan She's snakehead plan was restarted that they were included
Within the considerations of both parties, it is said that this alliance has historical origins. In the end of every smuggler operation, the witch and the witch will be forced to come together under various pressures. So, slowly, this
It seems to have become a certain practice for both parties.
Agatha: "I think this will be passed in the coven soon. So what about the second thing?"
"The second thing..." Olivia hesitated for a moment. The success of the first thing was within her expectation, but the second thing... "The second thing, Beb Mehan wanted to
An opportunity to enter the land of Jazmid."
"Enter the Gazimi Land?!" Agatha suddenly looked solemn: "Are you serious?"
"Very serious, this is what Lord Mero means."
Agatha took a deep breath and said: "You should know the dangers of Azmid. Moreover, the mysterious place of Azmid has been suppressed by Lord Narashifi for a long time. If something unexpected happens after you go in,
, whether it’s you or Gazmidhi, do you know what the consequences will be?”
Azmid is actually a mysterious place! Quins, who was a little confused while listening, couldn't help but be stunned. He couldn't help but look at the surprised expressions of Si Bailing and Moira who had come back to their senses. It was not easy to come to this mysterious place.
"I know!" Olivia nodded solemnly.
"Can you tell me the purpose of your going in?" Agatha asked.
"The Great Evil Eye of Motesco." Olivia didn't give in. Since she wanted to enter the land of Gazmi, even her allies would not agree easily if she didn't even tell her purpose.
Agatha: "The Great Evil Eye of Mortesco?! You are crazy, this is level 7 weird."
At this time, Si Boling suddenly interjected: "The Great Evil Eye of Mortesco, I remember that in addition to being a precious material, it is also the main material for refining the eighth-level secret medicine for dead souls. Is it possible that you, Bebmehan, were killed by someone from the seventh-level secret medicine?"
Or is it infected by level 8 resentful souls?"
"It's the eighth-level resentful soul," Olivia nodded bitterly: "Yes, time is urgent, so I hid here under the pretext of being chased by ten thousand snakes. In fact, it was just to be able to communicate with you first.
, get your consent as soon as possible."
Agatha: "I understand the matter, and I will inform you as soon as possible."