Twenty Sided Dice

This meeting was different in every way. & Siegel, Mana, Alfred and Wendy made very detailed rules together.

First of all, this meeting was not held by the lord of Myr City, it was just a gathering among mages, so every magist attending the meeting was the master. The owner has to pay, and only accepts magic items - at least scrolls or magic potions - to gain entry. It is precisely because everyone is the master, so there is no table in the venue, only a lot of identical chairs and a lonely podium.

There are no servants in the venue, so all meals must be prepared in advance and placed neatly on the table. In order to prevent the meeting from turning into a long dinner, there are no cutlery and other cutlery on site. All the food is very small and can be completely put into the mouth when you pick it up with your hands. There is no need for anyone to use spells like invisible servants.

The floor is carpeted with cashmere from the north, which has already dealt with the smell, so there is no need to add spices. Open flames are forbidden in the tent, all of which are illuminated with inextinguishable flames. Except for protection spells, other spells are absolutely forbidden. This is stated in the notices sent to each wizard (they avoid words like "invitation letter").

"How many people will participate, and is there any feedback?" Siegel asked.

Wendy opened the bag, counted the whole stack of letters, and then said, "Except for the stubborn shapeshifter Telford, the other thirty-three members of the federation all claimed to participate."

"Including Edith?"

"He was the first to send the letter of consent." Wendy frowned slightly, and said to Siegel, "Do you want to find a reason not to let him participate?"

"Why? He is still a member of the Federation." Siegel said: "Lord Faranis once said that the most important thing in the Federation is not the Three Peaks Pagoda or the magic book, but the idea of ​​pursuing the freedom of magic and for this idea. A hard worker. Edith is a member of two mages organizations, but it's not unacceptable. I can't trust him completely, but that doesn't mean I don't like him."

"You're handsome, you know that?" Wendy said suddenly.

"Me?" Siegel said with a straight face, "I'm a mage, not a warlock. It doesn't matter if I'm handsome or not."

It's about me, Wendy thought to herself. "I'll take a look at the anti-peeping magic circle on the roof, and by the way, check the situation of the protection magic."

"Please, Madam Protector."

Also to avoid creating the impression of the owner of the meeting. Siegel was neither the first to go nor the last to arrive. After about seventeen or eight sorcerers arrived at the venue, Siegel walked out of the door.

He saw Edith on the stairs leading to the platform.

The half-elf leaned on a brand new staff and climbed up the steps with both feet. Seeing no one else, Siegel walked over and took his arm. "Spells are not allowed to be used in the venue. But you didn't say you had to go up." Siegel asked strangely: "How about your apprentices?"

"I told them to leave early, and I wanted to finish the walk myself," Edith said. "I haven't walked on my own feet for a long time, and now I want to see if I can climb up."

"When you're old, it's necessary to exercise in moderation." Siegel said, "It seems that mage is the only profession that becomes more valuable as you get older, right? Many swordsmen have reached your age and can no longer wield their weapons. No more battlefield."

"Actually, I'm almost at the point where I can't cast the spell, and even the mobilization of the elements will fail." Edith pointed out: "It's really the age of your young people."

"I hope so too." Siegel said without shyness, "It's just that after working hard for the ideal, when I finally find that I have achieved my goal, I am afraid that I am no longer a young man."

"Life is too short," Edith said. "The lifespan of a human being is not more than a hundred years. The world of magic is very vast, and hundreds of years are only a fleeting glimpse, so time is always a problem. You still have that bottle of Lich Elixir. ?"

"It's been used," Siegel said. "I met the assassin of the God of Murder some time ago and almost died."

"You should ask the Federation for help. The assassin of the murderous **** is a problem for all mages and must be solved. In the face of a common enemy, the elves will also reach out for help." Edith said: "This is In an era of collaboration, even if you are as strong as a master, you cannot carry all the burdens by yourself."

"You're right, that's exactly the purpose of my meeting." Siegel helped Edith climb to the top floor and came to the front of the tent. The nine-clawed squid emblem lit up on Siegel's mage robe. Edith's emblem is half a leaf.

They left two magic scrolls separately, and then walked into the venue.

The surviving members of the Mage Federation gathered here, talking to each other in low voices. Some are discussing magic, some are commenting on food. But most people turned their attention to Siegel Squid who had just walked into the tent.

"This is the young lord, it's surprising." Someone said: "It is incredible that he has achieved success in both magic and politics at the age of twenty-two."

"He's just a speculator." Some people were not satisfied with Siegel. "Think of the ruins of Waterdeep City. There is also his credit in it. Now everyone knows that Haim Territory has a very close connection with the prairie robbers who sacked Waterdeep City."

"I heard about this too. The carpet under our feet came from the grassland. Maybe it is stained with the blood of the Master of the Federation of Waterdeep Headquarters." .

"But he defeated the elves and preserved the living space of human beings in the New World." A mage opened a shield in his hand as a tray, and there were many exquisite snacks on it. "Don't you want to see him fail, and then accept the result of being driven into the sea? Don't be stupid, he didn't hurt you, why should you speak ill?"

"Hey, you foodie with an unsteady force field, be careful if you get sold and help people with money!"

The mages gathered and scattered, and news and opinions circulated in one small circle after another. Siegel and Edith stood aside, as if they were separated by a spell, and no one surrounded them.

"I don't know many people in the federation, so it's understandable at the moment." Siegel said to the half-elf, "But why are you not paying attention?"

"Believe it or not, I'll stand aside, a distance of four or five steps is enough, and then you're the only one left standing here stupidly." Edith said: "I'm obviously dragged down by you, so you can save it. Forget those rude words!"

"Since there is no one else to chat with, why don't I want you to ask a question." Siegel's eyes lit up, and he grabbed Edith's wrist with his hand. It's like being afraid that he's running away. "If I need to pass an issue at a meeting, who should I be convincing?"

The half-elf looked at the mage lord and smiled awkwardly. "Your question is really interesting. If everyone likes a proposal, it can be passed without persuasion." He found that this answer obviously did not satisfy Siegel. So he raised his hand and pointed at the people in the venue.

"That short stature with a neat gray beard and a kind-hearted look is a conjurer just like you: Weewood Seven-tailed, there are seven wizards here who are his apprentices, you can think of them as one; you see To the woman in a black coat and a dark green jade necklace on her chest? That's Countess Shelley Salem, despite her young appearance, she is actually more than twice your age, a necromancer It's a tough job to convince her, but she'll get you at least five votes—if the convention goes by ballot."

"Persons in the energy system are relatively straight-minded. As long as it's not that kind of roundabout conspiracy, they generally won't raise objections. But if you're worried, you can talk to Simonton first, the pear-shaped belly, The fat man with the triple chin and the short pale yellow beard—or simply the fattest fat man."

"Most of the mages in the transformation department have a good relationship with me, but I'm already very tired. I'll just eat something for a while and watch your young people's performances. There are only two mages in the prophecy department. Because of the relationship between the Ph.D. Support you. Enchanting mages have all become henchmen of the Knox Common Club, and there is not one in the tent. As for the protection department, you know who to go to, so don't need me to talk nonsense." Edith pursed his lips, yes Siegel said, "Look at what I've said, won't you pour me some drinks?"

"That's what it should be." Siegel walked to the pickup area and brought Edith a cup of honey tea.

Wendy was basically the last to come. She wore a cape of white sable fur with a gold star pin fastened to her chest, while underneath was a tight dress of black dragon hide, and she wore crimson boots. The long hair that had fallen to his shoulders was combed. Form a flower on the back of the head. Siegel looked sideways and saw that she was actually using a short wand as a hairpin.

She can be called the most eye-catching star and moon on the scene, with an indescribable attraction. People with sharp magic senses found that in this place where only protective spells could be used, Wendy was actually connected to the protective barrier in the tent, and she could mobilize the spells here at any time. This gave her an indescribable courage on top of her charm.

Her eyes swept across everyone's faces, and stayed on Siegel for an extra second. The mage-lord still had a serious expression on his face, but also gave her a thumbs up for her outfit.

There's finally progress, Wendy thought. She took a deep breath and kept cheering for herself in her heart: You can do it, show your charm and show your momentum. It is said that Janet has the kind of spirit that can control the whole situation. Although Siegel married her, you must not lose to her!

She had a faint blush in her ears~www.readwn.com~, but she still held her head high and came to the podium, cleared her throat and said, "There are thirty people in the tent now, most of them have already come. Waste everyone's time, let's start the meeting."

"Little girl, it's not up to you to say this!" Countess Saron snorted, "You are not the master here."

"I got a stone skin scroll in the door, and I am also a member of the Federation, so I can naturally be the master here. Everyone who abides by the common agreement is the master here. We speak for ourselves, we Also speak for the federation, so Countess, please don't waste everyone's time."

Wendy refers to her as "The Countess" rather than the Shelley Mage, implying that she acts more like a power-hungry nobleman than a sane mage. It doesn't make any difference who will preside over this meeting. All the people present are extremely intelligent people, and some of these methods cannot be used on the stage.

"Let her talk, Shelley, at least she's got some eyes on it." Conjurer Verwood tugged at the short beard on his chin and glanced at Siegel, the meaning of which was self-evident. (To be continued.)

ps: look! Beauty! Still a mage!