The Magicians' United Union has been excavating the city of "Alinge" in the sky for many years, and the central area has long been cleared, and many magic towers or houses have been built, if it weren't for the rest of the remaining buildings still worth researching, the scene Douglas witnessed for the first time would never have been so dilapidated, and now, near the ruins of the core magic tower, a small magic tower rang a melodious bell, which was a sign of the beginning of the meeting, according to the agreement.
The magicians who were arguing fiercely on the square "reluctantly" closed their mouths, and the rare opportunity to vent was over, and they slowly "surged" towards the five-story magic tower.
"The old men seem to have exchanged opinions in private......" Fernando muttered, the real agreement is often reached before the meeting, which is only an occasion for announcement.
Douglas watched in silence as the magicians came from all directions, his eyes deep, not knowing what he was thinking, until the square became deserted, he sighed, "Let's go in too."
"You also feel helpless about their quarrel? At this critical and desperate moment, they are still unwilling to let go of their prejudices and selfishness, and cooperate sincerely, to be honest, seeing the previous scene, I really have no confidence in the future of these magical organizations." Fernando complained and moved forward, feeling that he had grasped Douglas's current mood.
Douglas shook his head and said in a low voice: "Everyone has selfishness, they have, President Arnold has it, Vice President Rigg has it, Roland has it, you have it, and I have it, so sincere cooperation is definitely not an extravagance to expect everyone to completely get rid of selfishness, but to show strength and let everyone understand that if you work together, there will be a better future that satisfies your selfish interests and wishes."
For example, even if our real strength is not strong enough, as long as there is a way to make everyone trust us, feel that the path we lead them is full of hope, and it is possible to lead them all the way, that is the category of 'strength'.
His expression was solemn and solemn, without a trace of despair or resentment.
"Isn't it the process of building faith in us through various means? In the genjutsu department, this is a very profound content, and the more people who 'trust' in 'spells', the better the effect of receiving spells." Fernando habitually belittled Douglas's words.
Douglas put away his serious expression and looked sideways at Fernando: "You know a lot about the Illusion Department?"
He is not very good at the theory of the genjutsu system, and may be able to use a lot of genjutsu, but he has not studied it in depth.
"My teacher is a polymath, and before he was killed, he kept in touch with many genjutsu ministers and archmages, so I also know many illusion magicians." Fernando mentioned his teacher and didn't seem to have much affection for him.
Douglas didn't continue asking, because the two had already walked to the front of the Magic Tower, and a middle-aged man wearing the "Mystery Badge" of the Magicians' Union was waiting by the door, eagerly saying: "Is it President Douglas? After the president asked you to enter the hall, go to the living room on the side first."
He is Douglas, whom he recognizes through Fernando.
"Okay." Douglas replied politely.
This surprised the middle-aged man slightly, because the archmages in his impression were all very arrogant, even if they didn't show it, they could still clearly feel it in their words and demeanor, even if they were as amiable as President Arnold,
Entering the hall, stone benches had already protruded inside, and Douglas and Fernando circled around the perimeter and stepped into the living room on the side.
"Douglas, come on, let me introduce you to you." Anold greeted him with a smile, looking like a kind old man.
Douglas was as calm as water, but Fernando whispered hehe, looking at the old fox's happy appearance, the negotiations seemed to be going smoothly, and the initial intention of cooperation should have been reached.
After hearing Douglas's name, the dozen or twenty magicians sitting in the small living room looked over at the same time, guarded, watching, and scrutinizing, he was the rumored archmage who knew how to "stop time", raided the court, and killed the "assassin".
Arnold hugged Douglas' shoulder closely, pointed to a bloated and fat old man and said, "Nelson, the leader of 'Red Eyes', Archmage, don't look at him so fat, his physical abilities are no less than those of ordinary golden knights."
As soon as he said this, Douglas instantly understood what Nelson was good at, he was undoubtedly good at bloodline fusion and body transformation, perhaps every part of his body solidified some kind of special ability that could exert unexpected effects in battle, and his current appearance was just a disguise.
In addition to Nelson's impressive figure, his crystal ruby-like eyes were also eye-catching because they were completely different from his fat appearance, and he smiled with a shaky cheek: "I have always longed for Antifleur, and the archmage from it is really outstanding."
He said yearning, but his tone didn't mean it at all.
Douglas, who understood the grievances between the two empires, smiled and nodded, not minding Nelson's attitude.
Arnold pretended not to hear Nelson's implication and continued to introduce with a smile: "Amanata, a student of the 'Lord of Shadows', is currently one of the two presidents of the 'Shadow Singer'."
Amanata was shrouded in a black magic robe, sitting inconspicuously in a corner of the shadows, and after hearing Arnold's introduction, he only nodded slightly, which was regarded as a greeting, if it weren't for the standard masculine name, Douglas couldn't even tell whether he was male or female.
Arnold joked with a smile: "The shadow singers are attached to the shadows."
Not far from Amanata, there was a magician with a cold and eerie aura, wearing a gorgeous black robe engraved with dark gold patterns, with only a white skull left on his head, and needle-like dark red flames jumping in his eyes, a typical lich.
"Kangus, the archmage who single-handedly created the 'Soul Supreme', was once praised by the 'Lord of Shadows', saying that he had great potential to become a legendary magician." Arnold introduced this lich, who is obviously not weaker than Nelson and Amanata.
Congers spoke, his voice hoarse and unpleasant, as if someone was sharpening a long sword with rust: "I have never heard Antifleur's friends mention you."
He seems to have a close relationship with Antifleur.
"Because Antifleur is too powerful magician than me." Douglas replied humbly, thinking so in his heart, "And I'm a weirdo."
"Yes, but Antifles was still destroyed by the Pope." Nelson interjected sharply.
Congers looked at him and said coldly: "At least the empire hasn't perished yet, Arthur......"
Ahem, Arnold interrupted the argument with a cough and introduced the lady with dark red hair who was bored playing with it: "The beautiful Lady Priscilla, the controller of the Destroyer's Tower, and the elemental mage who is good at 'Great Cracking'."
"Hey, Arnold, do you want me to give it to you?" Priscilla teased Arnold with a smile, and then stretched out his white and slender right hand, "'Time Stop' and 'Great Cracking' are the best combinations, but unfortunately I don't know the former, I hope to ask you for advice if I have the chance."
She is the kindest responder.
"I also yearn for 'Great Lysis', ma'am." Douglas naturally reached out and shook hands politely
Fernando followed idly and muttered to himself, can these old guys with their own minds really work together?
Anold introduced Douglas and Fernando to the heads of other organizations, but did not mention cooperation, as if this was a trivial matter that had long been answered.
During this process, Arnold has always been smiling, humorous, and drives the atmosphere well, which may be the reason why he is responsible for winning over, rather than other organization leaders.
"Okay, it's time for us to go out to the meeting and tell everyone this exciting news as soon as possible." Finally, he pointed his arm out the door.
All the strong men stood up and followed Anold out of the fish.
Since the safety of this party was unknown, they all used stand-ins, simulacrums, etc., so there were not many magicians brought, and the entire hall was not full.
As the leaders came out, the whispered discussion in the hall disappeared.
"Everyone, it has been more than 300 years since the Dawn War began after the church, and many of you may not have experienced a life of magical supremacy, born in panic and depression, raised in darkness and despair, and finally died at the stake." When Congers and the others sat down, Arnold restrained his smile and began his speech with the help of magic.
The heavy beginning made the hall quieter, with older high-ranking mages thinking of the Empire's final glory, and empathetic young mages reminiscing about their own experiences, but they shared a common fear of nightmarish churches and night watchmen.
After a pause, Arnold continued: "In this darkness, our personal strength is so small, only by helping each other can we hope to break through the thorns and welcome the real dawn.
In such a desperate environment, any good news will be "supplemented" by the magicians to create a better future, so Anold's words made everyone's breathing heavy, vaguely revealing excitement, so many organizations united, should be able to compete with a parish without legends, right? If more organizations join in the future......
Fernando curled his lips in disdain, but said nothing.
Anold did not mention the union, he knew that this was unrealistic, without strong strength as a backing, integrating so many organizations with different thoughts would only drag himself down, and initial cooperation would help to further communicate in the future.
After some promising descriptions, Arnold ended his speech, and at this time, a magician stood up and asked, "How will we get space to live in the future?"
The excitement brought by the good news has gradually subsided, and more and more magicians have begun to have an attitude of doubt and worry, and their experience has taught them that being cautious can live longer, because they no longer have more capital and cannot take risks.
"Hey, it's not that stupid yet." Fernando sneered in a low voice.
Arnold couldn't talk about real cooperation, so he used his eloquence: "...... The success of our collaboration will serve as a demonstration for more and more magicians to join us and attract the attention of legendary lords...... The church is definitely not too powerful to defeat, Alto has gathered many legendary powerhouses, and their enemies are also vampires, dragons, sea tribes, elves, demons and devils, etc., how many god-like gods and legendary peaks are included in this......"
Desperate people like to hear this description the most, hoping to overwhelm doubts for a short time, and they are all elites of their respective organizations, and gradually see that the leaders have secretly reached an agreement, so they simply anesthetize themselves with a bright future.
"Yes, we can work with extraordinary creatures and draw elements of magical development from them."
"But magic is really better than divine magic? At least above the legendary powerhouse......"
After Arnold's speech, the magicians were in a state of panic, some thought of the benefits of working with extraordinary creatures, thought of the development of magic, and some remembered the decline of magic since the Dawn War...... Hope, fear, despair, anticipation, all kinds of emotions come together.
Nelson, Congers, Pulishir, Amanata and others spoke briefly and expressed their support, but no one revealed the specific content of the cooperation.
"Since we are partners, let me introduce you to the magician next to me, Douglas from Antifleur, who is good at 'time stop' and raided the Tribunal with Fernando...... Arnold showed the strength of his union with satisfaction.
The low exclamation kept coming, causing Arnold to nod slightly, smiled and said to Douglas: "Can you say a few words to everyone?"
Douglas nodded solemnly and stood up, seeing that Arnold was stunned, why did he have such an expression? What is he going to say?
Fernando also noticed that Douglas's expression was wrong, because he did not smile calmly with his usual kindness, but he also couldn't figure out why he was like this, as for Nelson and others who didn't understand Douglas, they didn't notice anything unusual.
Douglas looked around the hall, calming down the magicians' discussions, and said in a low but clear voice:
"Gentlemen and ladies, many years ago, our respected ancestors of mankind, from dragons, elves, giants, demons, devils and various magical creatures, learned how to use spiritual power, and then by analyzing their body structure and blood characteristics, they merged their bloodlines step by step, transformed their bodies, invented many meditation methods to enhance spiritual power, and created various magic with reference to the magic pattern structure inside and outside their bodies, thus gaining great power and driving the demons back to the abyss, kicked the devil back to hell, and made the dragons, elves, and giants either retreat to the remote mountains, wilderness, and xenospace, or surrender to our feet."
His brief review of the origins and glorious beginnings of the magical age did not dispel the doubts of Arnold and Fernando, because Douglas was definitely not the one to mention this for no reason, and the magicians seemed to feel the glory of the beginning, and their spirits were slightly lifted.
(End of this chapter)