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Chapter 272: Routine.
"Master Kirkweilun...you... why are you here".
The witch asked tremblingly.
It's no wonder she felt scared, although it is said that Master Kirkweilun is not a grumpy wizard, and not only does not have the quirks of many wizards, but also has a very kind temperament.
But no matter how you say the other party is also a powerful master caster, the status is even the minister of the "Thinking of Truth" Grey Rain Country branch. It can be said that he is in a high position and holds power. It can be because of the witch's words Punishment for impropriety.
But this time the witch's luck was obviously good. Master Kirkweilun did not pursue the witch's complaint just now, but stood quietly in the middle of the hall and looked out the door with his cloth-covered eyes.
I didn't see him speaking, but when Master Kirkweilun stood still, a voice that embraced the vicissitudes of sutras unknowingly echoed in this hall:
"The old man is getting older and his legs are not so neat, so please come in and tell me a little friend"!
The old man's voice sounded really weak and weak. If you ignore the strange way in which the voice appears, it sounds really like an old man who is dying.
However, no one dared to despise the old man, whether it was a talented apprentice or an official-level mage who was curious and wait-and-see, including the black-clothed teenager who was standing outside the door was no exception.
"Master Kirkweilun is really polite"!
Facing Kirkweilun's personal welcome, the average mage would definitely be flattered, but the teenager outside the door only made a faint polite sentence, and then strode into this quiet and somewhat scary hall.
When the young man in a blood-stripe black robe stepped into the hall, except for Kirk Weilun who was still standing calmly in the middle of the hall, almost all the wizards present could not help but take a cold breath. gas:
"Big...Master-level powerhouse"!
"What day is today, it is actually a master-level powerhouse again"!
"This is incredible, if there is a conflict between two master-level powerhouses...why...how shall we run"!
The surrounding wizards couldn't help whispering with pale faces, and some cautious official-level wizards were ready to run away immediately when the situation was bad. They could clearly feel the terrifying pressure from the black-robed boy who had just entered. ——That is the terrible coercion that blood will flow into a river as soon as it is shot!
There is no doubt that the black-robed young mage who entered the mission hall of the Truth Division at this time is a punk.
Punk, after crossing the "Sea of Red Sands" according to the intelligence, flew directly to this swamp that belongs to the "Thinking of Truth". He knew that the soldier did not lie, and the Grey Rain Country did have the mind of Truth. The branch is located, and this branch does not hide the little stubbornness like many small organizations, but generously placed the secret law mark directly on the border mark of the gray rain country, so that the mages who enter this country can be the first Time knows the location of the Division of Thinking of Truth.
It is precisely because of the openness of "Thinking of Truth" that punk saves the time of flying around and searching.
Punk, who could not wait to study the research topic in his hand, flew straight into the swamp before stopping. However, out of courtesy and basic respect for the legendary organization, Punk did not fly all the way into the mission hall of Truth, but walked to the hall. Doorway.
Then, Punk saw the old mage who was standing in the hall and waiting for him for a long time.
"Nineteenth-level master spellcaster? It really is a legendary organization, even such a small place is a hidden dragon and a tiger"!
Punk cautiously determined that there were no magic traps in the mission hall in front of him, and the old man standing in the middle of the hall showed no signs of condensing magical powers and preparing to attack. Then he blessed a bunch of defensive spells, and finally entered this enchantment without incident The "mission hall" of the slate building.
In fact, when the old man who seemed to have been waiting for a long time looked at himself, punk was also carefully looking at the old man.
Now that punk came to this "Thinking of Truth" branch, he would naturally not break in without knowing anything. He knew that there was a powerful 19th-level mage sitting in this branch, and this master was still this branch. Minister.
When facing this very famous mage formally, punk can only say "a well-deserved reputation"!
Sometimes it is not necessary to judge the strength of the enemy and ourselves to catch up with a real sword, and often two intuitive and keen masters look at each other, and they are almost divided between the strong and the weak.
In the eyes of punk, this master Kirkweilun, who looks no different from an ordinary old man, can be said to be the strongest power he has personally contacted. The nineteenth level of spellcasting level is more than enough to make anyone including punk intimidate. Up.
While punk was quite shocked by Kirkweilun's strength, Kirkweilun was also a little surprised by punk.
As a master mage who has lived for more than two thousand five hundred years, Kirkweilun asked himself that he had seen countless spellcasters of all kinds in his life, and when he reached the nineteenth level, he never encountered him again. A stressed young mage, and now, Kirk Weilun has to admit that the boy with blue pupils opposite has a huge unexplainable pressure. This is his intuition as a master of prophecy.
As for the fact that his prophecy spells were blocked by the other party... Kirkweilun was even more surprised. He knew the probing ability of his prophecy spells best, and now, his previous unfavorable probing spells had lost their effect as mud flowed into the sea. One of the reasons why Master Lun feels surprised and attaches great importance to punk.
"I don't know what this little friend needs, but Thinking of Truth will not sell materials to outsiders. If the little friend wants to buy materials, the old man suggests that you go to the wizard's union to have a look."
The temptation of the two people was fleeting, and after being surprised in his patience, Kirkweilun said indifferently.
"I do have some ideas, I want to join the thinking of truth, what do you think"?
"..."
Kirkweilun's mouth just opened halfway, and after hearing such a "point to the point" "request" of punk, he closed his mouth abruptly.
And the mages in the hall watching the excitement tremblingly were also a little dazed:
"Although it's normal to join a wizard organization, it feels a little weird just to say so..."
No matter what the other casters thought, Punk didn't sloppy with this smiling old man. If it was normal, he wouldn't mind going around with these rigid old people, but now punk has no such mood at all.
"I heard that Thought of Truth welcomes all casters from the neutral camp to join, so I came to join. Is there any problem?"?
"...No, no problem but no problem..., you need to fill out the form and leave a secret stamp on it..."
Kirk Weilun, who has always been a human spirit, was a little stunned at this time, because a punk sentence directly choked him. Now Kirk Weilun stands awkwardly standing in place and feels that his embarrassing heart hurts:
"This kid doesn't play cards according to the routine. Generally, it's not always someone who is recommended, and then talks in private for several days, and finally he wants to refuse to return before he joins quietly? This kind of maniac speaks in full view. Suddenly, what kind of routine is it to join?"
End of this Chapter
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