Chapter 869 The destined meeting
Roland was stunned for a moment, and asked a little stupidly: "Fernando, you didn't arrive just now, President Rig ......"
Before he could finish speaking, he saw Fernando rushing past him, like a violent hurricane sweeping across the earth, his bright red eyes widening, unabashedly expressing his anger.
Douglas frowned slightly, then stretched out again, did not say hello to Fernando, but just watched him go down the stairs and walk towards the secret room on the basement floor.
"Fernando!" Roland then came to his senses and hurriedly shouted, "Don't argue with President Rigg!"
Bang!
Fernando slammed the door hard, causing it to hit the door frame hard, isolating everything.
"What should I do? Fernando will anger President Rigg!" Roland thought he had been able to foresee the next situation, and looked at Douglas as if asking for help.
Douglas nodded: "If there is an accident, I will stop it, but it is Fernando's right to express his opinion."
"But that's President Rigg!" Roland couldn't understand Douglas's thoughts, he was a very strong magical person, amazingly knowledgeable in all aspects, and had a keen insight into mathematics and science, but he had a strange way of thinking, not only did he like to ask why, but some of his views were really unacceptable, unlike a magician with an extremely strict relationship between superiors and subordinates.
Douglas just smiled and didn't speak, at this time, Fernando's roar was faintly heard in the secret room below, wave after wave, making Roland suspect that the wall would collapse.
He listened attentively, trying to figure out what Fernando was roaring about, but at this time, the secret door slammed open, and the thin and stern Rigg strode out with a gloomy face and stepped up the stairs.
"I am the president of the Peforth County Chapter, and I have the right to do so, without the judgment of you, an old man!" Fernando chased after him, his voice was extremely loud and full of breath.
Rig paused, turned around, and his voice was cold as if it came from the depths of the earth: "You are no longer the same!"
"So what? When I make a decision!" Fernando glared at Rig viciously.
"Unreasonable mad dog......" Rigg muttered, turned around and continued to walk up.
Fernando waved his arm: "Rotten old guy, even if I'm wrong, what does it have to do with Douglas? He just listened to my orders as the branch president, and he didn't know the requirements of the headquarters at all!"
Listening to them scolding, Roland was stunned, although he always knew that Fernando was grumpy, never afraid of anyone, and loved to sarcasm and shout loudly, but he never thought that he would roar at the vice president like this! This is the vice president! There are only three people in the entire guild! Even if the elders argue with them, they will be polite!
He was not wronged because he was punished, because when he made that suggestion, he was mentally prepared to be scolded, and at most he planned to keep arguing based on reason.
At this time, Rig happened to walk next to Douglas, took a soft breath, turned his head sideways, and squeezed out a smile without a smile: "Douglas, I forgot to inform you just now that as the Archmage of the Nine Rings, you are eligible to participate in the core meeting in five days, so your trip to the 'Alinge' base is scheduled for next week."
"Okay." Douglas didn't ask why Rig had forgotten just now, or why he had only decided to invite now, and nodded politely.
"Old guy, if you have the ability, don't accept Douglas! The organization wants the archmage to join!" Fernando roared reluctantly.
In the case of the legendary magicians taking care of themselves, the Nine Rings Archmage is already the highest combat power of various organizations, and there are only two of them in the entire Magician Union, the president Arnold and the vice president Rig, and the remaining two vice presidents are just high-level magicians with the hope of promotion - of course, this is definitely not the case with the legendary organization "Palmera's Hut".
Rig snorted, unwilling to continue arguing with Fernando in a self-deprecating manner, and hurriedly passed Roland and walked towards the old Green room.
"Hmph, you old men, you are in such a critical time, and you still want to think about the rights and resources in your hands! At the beginning, I was willing to join the guild because I was optimistic that you would eliminate suspicion and integrate other organizations and mages fairly and openly. There is no shortage of high-level magicians to be needed by the organization!" Fernando didn't stop talking and roared at Rig's back again.
Roland's cold sweat came down instantly, he has always followed President Rigg's example, thinking that he can better understand the other party's thoughts, Fernando dares to say this kind of thing to his face, isn't he afraid of being quietly retaliated against afterwards?
If I could, I would definitely pretend I didn't hear it!
Rig paused, then walked faster and disappeared around the corner.
"Fernando, how can you talk like this?" Roland was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, "Aren't you afraid of being assigned a seemingly simple and practical task that is very dangerous?"
"Unless he can guarantee to kill me in one go! Otherwise, I will let him understand what the wrath of the storm is!" Fernando said disdainfully, "Moreover, he and the president are not that harmonious."
Roland was stunned, could it be that his friend seemed reckless and impulsive, but in fact he had something to rely on? Is his rant real, or is he acting?
"No wonder you're not afraid of President Rigg......" he whispered.
Fernando was stunned: "What does this have to do with being afraid or not? If it were the president, I would scold him like this!"
Well, it's the Fernando I know...... Roland didn't know if he felt relaxed or sad.
Fernando took a deep breath, straightened his hair, and then said: "In such an era, we can die at the hands of black-clawed dogs or clergy at any time, so there is no need to be afraid of death, this is our common destiny and final ending, and if we are not afraid of death, then what president and vice president are we afraid of?"
Douglas had been listening quietly to their conversation, and then smiled and interjected: "Thank you."
"I just can't stand their injustice!" Fernando looked up at the mottled ceiling.
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For the next three days, Douglas and Fernando were not assigned tasks, but Roland was sent to do some liaison matters.
Douglas and Fernando didn't mind this situation, and even felt that it was in line with their ideas, and the two kept communicating and thinking, and felt more and more that the current magic system had irreparable flaws.
Although Fernando has always been in a position of listening and learning, he is genius, intuitive, mathematical, has unusual insights into many areas of magic, and occasionally speaks a few words, all of which bring new inspiration and ideas to Douglas, so the two are not blindly "teaching" and get along very happily.
In the small hotel near evening, the candlelight was dim, and the handwriting on the scratch paper was blurry, but Douglas and Fernando's eyes had solidified different spell effects, and the real darkness could be seen through directly, so the two were casually eating honey-grilled fish while exchanging a calculation problem.
A middle-level mage listened curiously, and then quickly walked away dizzy.
Suddenly, the half-closed door of the small hotel was pushed open, and the cool night breeze blew in, dispelling the thick heat and humidity.
"Green, two honey-grilled fish!" Before the person came in, the rough voice shook the candles.
Roland, who had just come back and sat down, secretly scolded himself, this roar could be comparable to Fernando's roar.
Douglas and Fernando looked up at the same time, is this the feeling of a knight? Is it Green's friend?
Because of Grimm's relationship, many knights come and go here, which increases the risk factor of magicians being discovered, but it is also very effective in blinding the church, and Grimm will also carefully screen the knights, if a friend is more hostile to the magician, or more sensitive to the magic issues discussed, he will pretend to be angry and drive the other party away, and break off relations with the other party - of course, if there is a knight in the hotel, he will also make a sign outside so that the magician who comes in will be prepared and not reveal the secret openly. If there is no sign, it will repeat the scene when Fernando arrived with Douglas.
No one could have guessed that an occasion where knights gathered privately was actually a transit point for magicians!
Hearing this sound, the wooden wine glass that Green was wiping in his hand fell to the bar with a muffled sound.
He stared at the door, and those cloudy dead green eyes actually shook out circles of ripples, affecting the real ripples around him!
"Why are you here?" He said as he motioned for Douglas and Fernando to put away the draft paper.
"You don't want a title, you just want treasure, just to open such a hotel and sell honey grilled fish? The title of 'Left Eye of Death' was just given up?" A tall and strong man walked in at the door, wearing a close-fitting gray knight's uniform, with thick eyebrows and a raised nose bridge, as if he had a tumor, looking young, but if you look closely, you will find traces of the years engraved on him, but his blue eyes are crystal clear and vigorous, like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy in his prime.
He was followed by an eleven or twelve-year-old girl, with delicate features, exquisite and cute, but she struggled to cover her face without a trace of smile.
She wore her bangs, her hair tied neatly, like a beautiful doll, and she struggled to hold a giant sword taller than her height in both hands, stumbling behind.
And what impressed her the most was those silver-gray eyes, cold and sharp.
"Who is she?" Old Green spoke again, his voice full of doubts.
The man with very young eyes smiled: "I am now her knight teacher."
The little girl tried to straighten her back, but her left foot kicked her right foot, causing her already unbalanced to fall to the ground with a snap.
"Haha, walking is a problem, what kind of knight attendant do you have?" Fernando smiled yawnfully.
The little girl lying on the ground was still holding the giant sword tightly, raising her head hard, tangled her two delicate eyebrows, and glaring angrily at Fernando: "No one can walk, only learn!"
Forehead? Fernando didn't understand what he meant for a while.
"Is it a descendant of that person?" Old Green's expression became very strange, both solemn and serious, and hintfully funny.
The man with beautiful eyes smiled helplessly: "Yes, I didn't expect it to be his child before...... Okay, Hathaway, get up slowly, and you'll get stronger little by little."
(End of this chapter)