The rough stone wall disappeared. The dark rafters occupied by owls disappeared. The floor covered with black and white tiles and patterns that made people's eyes stand straight disappeared.
The small windows at high places also disappeared, along with their soft antique oil stains. Pure sunlight poured into the hall, it was truly the first time in history.
The wizards opened their mouths wide and looked at each other, the scene in front of them was completely different from what they had always imagined. The unforgiving sunlight restored the magnificent gold embroidery to its original form, turning it into gilded, and the exquisite fabric also revealed its identity. They were originally just dirty and worn-out velvet; The graceful beard turned into a tangled mess covered in nicotine marks, and the dazzling eight diamonds turned out to be just a small amount of Anke stone. The fresh light explored and probed, and all the comfortable shadows were stripped away one by one.
Moreover, Zinc has to admit that everything left behind cannot bring much confidence to people. Suddenly, he sensitively realized that beneath his own robe - beneath his tattered and severely faded robe (which brought a new wave of guilt), beneath his robe that had been pierced by mice - he was still wearing his home slippers.
Now the hall has almost completely turned into glass, or else marble. Everything is so magnificent that Zinert feels he doesn't deserve to stay here.
He turned to Carding and found his wizard brother staring at Koyin, his eyes sparkling.
Most wizards have this expression. Wizards, if they are not attracted by power, then they are not considered wizards, and this is real power. That wand was like a cobra in the hand of a snake charmer, captivating them all.
Carding reached out a hand to pat the boy's shoulder, but changed her mind in time.
Great, "he said with his mouth.
He turned around to face the wizards who represented magic, and then raised his arms. My brothers, "he shouted loudly," a wizard with great power has appeared among us
Zert tugged at his robe.
He almost killed you, "he hissed. Kading ignored him.
Now I suggest - "Carding swallowed her saliva -" I suggest electing him as the principal
After a moment of silence, bursts of cheers and roars of opposition erupted. Several groups of people in the back of the crowd started arguing, and the wizard near the front row was not so keen on arguing. They could see the smile on Ke Yin's face clearly. That smile was bright, bright, and piercing cold, just like the smiling face of the moon.
There was a commotion in the crowd, and then an elderly wizard squeezed into the front row.
Zinert recognized it as Owen Hakkadri, a seventh grade professor of magic inheritance. He was so angry that his face turned red, and at the same time, his face turned pale with anger. His words seemed like countless daggers piercing through the air, short as trimmed bushes and crisp as biscuits.
Are you crazy? "He said." Only wizards who have reached the eighth level can become principals! At the same time, the other highest level wizards must also elect him at a solemn representative meeting! (Of course, under the guidance of the gods.) This is the inheritance of magic! (I'm sorry you can think of it!)
Hakkadri has been studying the inheritance of magic for many years, and because magic is usually a two-way process, he has also left traces of this subject on his body. He gives the impression of being as fragile as a cheese puff pastry, and somehow, this withered behavior gives him the ability to read punctuation marks aloud. He stood there, trembling with anger, but at the same time, he also noticed that he was soon becoming alone. In fact, he became the center of an expanding circle, with only an empty floor left inside and wizards all around the circumference. Everyone suddenly swore that they had never seen this guy in their entire life.
Ke Yin raised his staff.
Hakkadri raised a reproachful finger.
You can't scare me, young man! "He shouted." Perhaps you do have talent, but having talent alone is not enough. There are many other conditions to become a great wizard. Administrative talent, such as intelligence, and -
Ke Yin lowered his staff.
Magic inheritance applies to all wizards, doesn't it? "He asked.
Exactly! Its existence is -
But I'm not a wizard, Lord Hakkadri
The old wizard hesitated. Ah, "he said, hesitating again," that's true
But I am well aware that I need wisdom, foresight, and good advice. If you could humbly offer these valuable treasures, I would be extremely grateful. For example - why haven't wizards ruled the world
What
It's just a simple question. In this room, there are a total of - "Ke Yin's lips twitched for a fraction of a second -" four hundred and seventy-two wizards who possess the most exquisite skills in the world, yet you only rule over these few acres of rather inferior buildings. Why is that
The most advanced wizards exchanged knowing glances.
On the surface, it seems so, "Hakkadri finally spoke up," but my child's temporary power may limit our vision, and the realm we control is far beyond it. "His eyes flickered." Can't magic bring the soul to the most mysterious -
That's right, that's right, "Ke Yin said," but your university is limited by unbreakable stone walls. Why is that
Carding stuck out her tongue and licked her lips. It's unbelievable, this child has truly spoken his mind.
You argue endlessly for power, "Ke Yin said sweetly," but beyond these stone walls, is there really much difference between a high-level wizard and a small magician for a manure collector or ordinary vendor
Hakaidi widened his eyes, not hiding his surprise all over his face.
Child, this is clear to even the most ignorant citizens, "he said." Just the robe and accessories
Ah, "Ke Yin said," robes and accessories. Of course
A brief, heavy, and thoughtful silence filled the hall.
In my opinion, "said Ke Yin in the end," wizards only rule wizards. Who rules the reality outside
As far as this city is concerned, it should be the prince, Lord Vitinari, "Carding said cautiously.
Is he a wise and just ruler
Carding thought for a moment. Everyone says that the prince's spy network is unparalleled. In my opinion, "he said carefully," he is neither wise nor fair, but he is absolutely fair. He is equally unwise to everyone, fearless, and not biased
And are you satisfied with this? "Asked Ke Yin.
Kading tried to avoid Hacardi's gaze.
It's not about satisfaction, "he said." I guess we just didn't think much about this issue. The wizard's duty, you understand -
Can a wise person really tolerate being ruled like this
Carding shouted softly, "Of course not! Don't be silly! We're just tolerating this situation. Wisdom means this, and you'll understand when you grow up. It means patiently waiting -
Where is this prince? I want to see him
Of course, we can arrange it, "Carding said." The prince is always generous when wizards request an audience, and -
Now I'm here to meet him, "Ke Yin said," to let him know that the wizards have been waiting long enough. Please step back
He pointed his wand.
The chaotic Anko Mobock has a secular ruler who is currently sitting in his chair, trying to find even a trace of the situation report from the intelligence. His chair was placed under the stairs leading to the throne. The throne has been vacant for over two thousand years, and its previous owner was the last bloodline of the King of Anko. According to legend, one day there will be another king; After the prophecy, there were many comments, such as magical swords, strawberry shaped birthmarks, and so on. In the face of such situations, legends always talk endlessly.