dedicated to violets

After becoming a Dharma Saint, not only will the lifespan be greatly extended, but the body will also undergo the baptism of magical elements, rejuvenate and regain youth.

Viri vaguely remembered the name of this female elder, and it seemed to be Isabella.

The members of the Magician Guild have always been proud and arrogant, and they don't think highly of the Mercenary Guild.One is because the mercenary guild is mixed with fish and dragons, and most of them are rogue thieves, and the other is because the founders of the mercenary guild, Valentine and his wife, are "traitors" of the magicians guild.

Elder Isabella has a round face with a kind face, but she speaks very rudely.

"Why would people from the mercenary guild sit with us?" She raised her eyebrows and challenged Alfred very dissatisfied, "Does Lord Beaver think we are the same kind of people?"

There were also three representatives of the mercenary guild this time, and two of them, Wei Li, also felt unfamiliar, and the remaining one had a girl. Coincidentally, Wei Li had met her once.

"Exactly, I don't think we are the same kind of people. After all, we are both female magicians. My talent is higher than yours, my magic power is deeper than yours, and even my appearance is prettier than when you were younger!" Andrea choked directly go back.

The young and beautiful lady magician slapped the table, the ponytail tied behind her head swayed slightly with her movements, and she stared back without showing any weakness: "Do you think what I said is wrong?"

Her character is as fierce and fiery as her hair, and she is not afraid of this senior elder of the Wizards Guild at all.

Elder Isabella was in a hurry, but she couldn't refute.Her chest rose and fell violently, she clenched her fists tightly, calmed down quickly, glanced at Andrea contemptuously, and said in the tone of an elder looking at an ignorant junior: "A simple little girl will only fight for her words."

"Then let's compete!" Andrea swiped her right hand, and the heavy staff appeared out of thin air, and the purple flames on the staff began to spread.

Isabella raised her chin and said mockingly, "Ignorance makes you fearless!"

The swords between the two magicians are on the verge of breaking out.

"Stop—" At this moment, Alfred stood on the chair and patted the table gently.

The heat brought by the flames dissipated silently, and the flames were instantly extinguished.

Andrea turned to look at the white-bearded dwarf, assessing his strength.Reluctantly, she withdrew her staff and sat back in her seat with her arms folded.

She was still puffy and pouting, unhappy.The magic was forcibly interrupted, and Isabella, an old woman with a triumphant expression, was really hated, which made it even more difficult for her to swallow this breath.

The man beside her comforted: "There will be opportunities to teach Isabella a lesson in the future. In front of Beverly, you should be quiet."

Andrea had met Beaver before, and she didn't think there was anything special about this petite dwarf.

He is short, with a beard that drags to the ground, very unkempt.

According to the valet next to Sean Lucas, the dwarf, Mr. Beaver, loves to eat meat rather than vegetables. His eating posture is euphemistically uninhibited, but frankly sloppy.

After hearing this, Andrea immediately lost interest in the dwarf, and didn't pay attention to him anymore.

Until just now, Alfred slapped lightly, directly cutting off the connection between her and the fire element.For the first time, Andrea experienced this feeling of being irresistible and at the mercy of others.

This made her very uncomfortable.

At this time, Isabella said again: "What's the matter with Principal Alfred inviting us this time? I'll put my ugly words first, and we won't provide you with any news about Violet Wand." She looked around Turning around, he glanced at the representatives of the various colleges, glanced at the mercenary guild meaningfully, and finally looked at Alfred, his eyes full of warning.

"Isabella," Alfred said loudly, knocking on the solid wooden table with the back of his finger, "I hope you can straighten your position, since you are sitting in the conference hall of Imperial College, Just don't put on airs in front of me. In terms of age, the three of you added together are not enough to stand in front of me. If you play wild with me, I won't take this kind of thing, you'd better behave yourself."

Isabella's face was livid with anger, and she clenched the handkerchief tightly.

Alfred didn't have a good impression of the Wizards Guild, he snorted coldly: "Whose property does the Violet Scepter really belong to, your Wizards Guild knows it well, and you said cruel words in front of me—"

"It's useless."

Isabella was refuted and scolded mercilessly. The other two representatives of the Magician's Guild didn't dare to speak out, they kept their faces straight and remained motionless.

Willie wondered, when did the headmaster have a holiday with the Wizards Guild?

Alfred was always smiling, and he didn't see any majesty of the principal at all, and he could even be said to be an out-and-out old urchin.Then there is his figure, because he is too petite, some people always look down on him.

Perhaps this Isabella violated the headmaster's taboo.

The representatives of the other colleges were well aware of Alfred's temper, so they didn't say anything, since they were not targeted anyway.They exchanged the information they had obtained in low voices, or watched the guild elders deflate with great interest.

The conference hall finally fell silent.

Alfred took out the manuscript he had prepared before, and briefly explained the whole story of the scepter and the role played by the Holy See in it.

"During the Violet War, everyone has seen the abilities of the priests of the Holy See. It has only been 20 years since the war ended, and many people may think that there will not be another war so soon." Representatives showed shameful expressions, obviously they thought so Yes, Alfred stroked his beard, "It's not your fault, the Holy See has always been difficult and ambitious, and the years after the war are enough for them to recover."

Alfred paused, then said, "How much do you know about the Pope?"

The Pope is the most mysterious existence in the Holy See of Auger, and he does not show his face easily.Even Viri has never seen his real face, but only knows that he is a tall, blond man.He is very young, no more than 30 years old, his strength is unfathomable, and he has a close relationship with Bishop Ignas.

Even in Randall's memory, he could only see a silhouette.

After the meeting, all the delegates were worried.

After all the representatives left, Alfred immediately lay down on the chair, sighing from exhaustion.Willie helped him pack up the manuscripts, and handed him a cup of black tea to moisten his throat.

"No, we still have to find out the specific location of the City of Gods first," Alfred pondered, "We need to be one step ahead of the Holy See to take the initiative."

"But we don't know anything about what the Holy See is doing now," Viri said.

In fact, except for those messy undead, they have no clue at all.Has been in a state of being led by the nose by the Holy See, and the Magicians Guild who revealed the news of the scepter——

She simply wanted the scepter, coveted the so-called "divine power" in the scepter, and didn't know anything about the Holy See, and didn't even know the existence of the lost city of Asgard.

Alfred's facial features were wrinkled, and he sighed: "I've been in the academy for too long, and all my old friends have passed away, so it's inconvenient to ask someone for news now."

Viri said casually: "It's better to catch someone from the Holy See, anyway, they have planted so many spies in the empire."

As soon as he finished speaking, he thought of Randall.

Yes, Randall.

How could he have forgotten Randall?Viri was very annoyed, he was like a fool wandering outside the door when he clearly had the key.

Alfred raised his head and drank the black tea, gulping it down in one gulp.He wiped the tea stains from the corner of his mouth, got up and reached for the soufflé by the table.

Before his fingertips touched the dinner plate, he heard Willie say, "Principal, I know what to do now?"

"What?" The principal was taken aback, his fingers curled up, and he almost fell off the chair.

Willie grabbed his hand, his blue eyes were as moist as a pool of clear water because of his excitement, and the color was lighter than usual: "Randall Valentine, he must know."

Alfred's eyes widened, his hands were still beside the cake, and he didn't move for a while.

Willy laughed: "Principal, I'll go back first."

"Okay." Alfred watched Viri walk briskly out of the conference hall.He slowly moved the soufflé in front of him, tapped his back with his hands, and sighed: "Young people are so energetic, my old bones can't stand it like this." scare."

He cut a piece of cake and stuffed it into his mouth contentedly.

Souffle has been baked for a long time, but in fact, it has no original taste.Alfred ate seriously, chewing and swallowing slowly, mouthful after mouthful.

"Old friend, you didn't lie to me." After Alfred finished the last piece, he raised his head and looked at the green leaves and branches outside the skylight. "The souffle that has been left for a long time is really not good."

Birds flew by in the sky, but no one answered.

……

Tens of meters away from his residence, Vili saw Andrew, the gardener in his garden.

It seems that this is not the first time he has seen such a scene.

Andrew squatted by the fence aggrievedly, and the snowy owl was also standing on the fence, with its head held high, its head turned wildly, and a pair of golden bird eyes were shining.

"Mr. Haydn!" Hearing his footsteps, Andrew suddenly regained his spirits, jumped up on the spot with a groan, and couldn't wait to call his name.

The snowy owl spread its wings, landed on Viri's shoulder, and rubbed his cheek affectionately.

Andrew had a mournful face, looking a little pitiful.

Willie couldn't laugh or cry: "What's wrong with you?"

"Sir, someone stubbornly broke into your house just now. I tried to stop him, but instead I was tied up by him." Andrew pointed to his ankle.

Willie was taken aback for a moment, then looked down, and indeed saw a thin vine tightly wrapped around Andrew's ankle.Because he was too close to the fence, Willie didn't notice it immediately.

"What does that person look like?" Willie was not in a hurry to go in.

Viri's calmness effectively soothed Andrew: "Blonde hair, handsome, seems a bit slutty, like a bard who usually hangs out on the tavern street."

"Okay." Viri said a few words casually, reassuring Andrew. He pulled out the dagger in his sleeve, squatted down and cut off the vines, "Are your feet numb? Don't move around, just stand and wait."

Andrew nodded quickly, and he carefully glanced at the door of the house: "Sir, are you going in like this?"

"Well, that person is my friend," Willie smiled, and twirled the dagger in his palm a few times before he retracted it into his sleeve.

He walked through the flower-beds, and he was perfumed with the fragrance of flowers.The snowy owl flew a few times in the sky, and plunged into the flowers, fluttering the petals, and Andrew behind him was heartbroken.

"Sean." Willie pushed open the door forcefully, "Why are you here?"

The sun is beautiful today, and the living room is filled with golden sunlight.

The man in front of the floor-to-ceiling window turned his head: "Come quietly, you promised me to get together with your former friends."

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Corrected typos and added some content.