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Part 8 The Road to Immortality Chapter 10 The Destined Meeting

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    Roland was stunned for a moment and asked a little stupidly: "Fernando, you weren't here just now. President Rigg"

    Before he finished 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 relaxed, without saying hello to Fernando, he just watched him go down the stairs and walked towards the secret room on the basement floor.

    "Fernando!" Roland finally came to his senses and shouted hurriedly, "Don't argue with President Rigg!"

    boom!

    Fernando slammed the secret door hard, causing it to hit the door frame hard, blocking everything inside.

    "What should we do? Fernando will anger President Rigg!" Roland thought that he could foresee the next situation and looked at Douglas for help. Only when he had the strength and grace to take action could a dispute end.

    Douglas nodded: "If there is any accident, I will stop it, but it is Fernando's right to express his opinion."

    "But that's President Rigg!" Roland couldn't understand what Douglas was thinking. He was a man with strong magic power, astonishing knowledge in all aspects, and a keen insight into mathematics, but his way of thinking was weird.  Not only does he like to ask why, but some of his views are really unacceptable, unlike a magician who has an extremely strict relationship between superiors and inferiors.

    Douglas just smiled and said nothing. At this time, Fernando's roar could be heard faintly in the secret room below. The roars were louder than the waves, making Roland suspect that the wall would collapse.

    He listened intently, trying to figure out what Fernando was roaring about, but at this moment.  The secret door opened with a bang, and the thin and stern Rige strode out with a gloomy face and climbed the stairs.

    ¡°I am the president of the Pephos County Branch, and I have the right to do this. I don¡¯t need you, an old man, to judge!¡± Fernando chased after him, his voice was extremely loud and full of energy.

    Rige paused and turned around. His voice was as cold as coming from the depths of the earth: "You are not that anymore!"

    "So what? It's still the same when I make a decision!" Fernando glared at Rigg fiercely.

    ¡°You mad dog that makes no sense¡­¡± Rigg muttered, turned around and continued walking up.

    Fernando waved his arms: "Rotten old guy. Even if I am wrong, what does it have to do with Douglas? He just obeys the orders of me, the branch president, and he doesn't know the requirements of the headquarters at all!"

    Listening to their exchanges, Roland was dumbfounded. Although he had always known that Fernando had a bad temper, he was never afraid of anyone.  He likes to sarcastically and scold loudly, but I never thought he would yell at the vice president like this!  This is the vice president!  There are only three in the entire guild!  Even if the president has an argument with them, he will be polite!

    He originally planned to stop it, but as he listened, he suddenly understood what Fernando was thinking. He didn't feel aggrieved 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. He was angry and confused as to why this matter would drag Douglas down, so he tried his best to excuse Douglas.

    At this time, Rigg just walked up to Douglas, took a gentle breath, turned his head, and squeezed out a smile without a smile: "Douglas, I forgot to inform you just now, as the Nine Rings Archmage. You are eligible to participate in five days."  core meeting, so your trip to the ¡®Alinge¡¯ base is scheduled for next week.¡±

    "Okay." Douglas didn't ask why Rigg forgot just now, or why he decided to invite now, and nodded politely.

    "Old guy, if you have the ability, don't accept Douglas! Most of the organizations want the Archmage to join!" Fernando yelled reluctantly.

    When the legendary magician has too much time to take care of himself.  The Nine-ring Archmage is already considered to be the highest combat power of each organization. There are currently only two members of the entire Magician United Union, President Anold and Vice-President Rigg. The remaining two Vice-Presidents are only those who are expected to be promoted.  Eighth-ring high-level magician - of course, this is certainly not the case with the legendary organization "Palmeira's Cabin".

    Rigg snorted, unwilling to continue arguing with Fernando while lowering his status, and hurriedly passed Roland and walked towards Old Green's room.

    "Hmph, you old men are in such a critical situation, and you still think about the rights and resources in your hands! When I was willing to join the guild, I was optimistic about your ideas of getting rid of suspicion and integrating other organizations and mages in a fair and open manner. Now  , Humph! High-level magicians don¡¯t lack organizational skills either!¡± Fernando didn¡¯t stop and roared at Rigg¡¯s back again.

    Roland broke out in cold sweat instantly. He kept sayingTaking President Rigg as a role model, he thought he could better understand the other party¡¯s thoughts. Fernando dared to say such things to his face, and wasn¡¯t he afraid of being secretly retaliated against later?

    If I could, I would pretend not to hear it!

    Rige paused for a moment, 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 but practical but dangerous task?"

    "Unless he can promise to kill me in one go! Otherwise, I will let him understand what the wrath of the storm is!" Fernando said disdainfully, "Besides, he and the president are not that harmonious."

    Roland was stunned. Could it be that his friend seemed reckless and impulsive, but actually had something to rely on?  Was his rant real, or was it an act?

    "No wonder you are not afraid of President Rigg" he said softly.

    Fernando was stunned: "What does this have to do with being afraid? If it were the president, I would scold him the same way!"

    ¡°Well, it¡¯s still the Fernando I know Roland didn¡¯t know whether he felt relaxed or sad.

    Fernando took a deep breath, straightened his hair, and then said: "In such an era, we may 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 outcome.  , and if you are not afraid of death, then why should you be afraid of the president and vice president?"

    Douglas had been listening to their conversation quietly, then smiled and interjected: "Thank you."

    ¡°I just can¡¯t stand their injustice!¡± Fernando looked up at the mottled ceiling.

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    Three days later.  Douglas and Fernando have not been assigned tasks, but Roland has been sent to carry out some communication matters.

    Douglas and Fernando didn¡¯t mind this situation, and even thought it was in line with their own ideas. They kept communicating.  As I continue to think about it, I feel more and more that the current magic system has irreparable flaws.

    Although Fernando has always been in a position of listening and learning, he is full of genius, keen intuition, and has unusual insights into many fields of mathematics and magic.  The occasional few words he spoke brought new inspirations and ideas to Douglas, so the two of them did not just "teach" and got along very happily.

    In the small hotel near dusk, the candlelight was dim and the handwriting on the draft paper was blurry.  But Douglas and Fernando's eyes have been solidified with different spell effects, and they can see directly through the real darkness, so the two of them casually ate grilled fish with honey while exchanging a calculation problem.

    An intermediate mage listened curiously for a moment, and then quickly walked away dizzy.

    Suddenly, the half-open door of the small hotel was pushed open, and the cool night breeze blew in.  Dispelled the thick damp heat.

    "Green, here are two grilled fish with honey!" Before anyone came in, the rough voice shook the candlelight.

    Roland, who had just come back and sat down, secretly cursed that this roar was comparable to Fernando's roar.

    Douglas and Fernando raised their heads at the same time. Is this the feeling of a knight?  Green's friend?

    Because of Green's relationship, many knights come and go here, which increases the risk of magicians being discovered, but it also deceives the church very effectively, and Green will carefully screen the knights. If a friend has any suspicion of magicians,  Strong hostility.  Or if he is sensitive to the magical issues being discussed, he will pretend to be angry and drive the other person away and break off the relationship - of course, if there are knights in the hotel, he will also mark it outside.  Let the magician who comes in be prepared, so as not to reveal the secret without hesitation. If there is no sign, it will repeat the scene when Fernando arrived with Douglas.

    No one would have guessed that a private gathering place for knights would actually be a contact transit point for magicians!

    Hearing this sound, the wooden wine glass Green was wiping fell onto the bar with a dull thud.

    He stared at the door, and his turbid green eyes actually made circles of ripples, affecting the real ripples around him!

    "Why are you here?" he said, motioning Douglas and Fernando to put away the draft paper with his eyes.

    "You don't want a title, you just want treasure, just to open a hotel like this and sell grilled fish with honey? Are you giving up the knighthood of 'Left Eye of Death' just like that?" A tall and strong man walked in from the door. He was wearing a close-fitting gray knight's jacket.  He has thick eyebrows and a raised nose, as if he has a tumor. He looks young, but if you look closely, you will find traces of time, but his blue eyes are sparkling and energetic, likeA young man in his prime of life, seven or eight years old.

    Behind him followed a little girl of eleven or twelve years old, with delicate and cute features, but her face was pressed hard without any smile.

    She had her bangs combed and her hair tied neatly, like an exquisite doll. She was struggling to hold a giant sword taller than her height in both hands, and stumbled behind.

    The most impressive thing about her is her silver-grey eyes, which are cold and sharp.

    "She is?" Old Green spoke again, his voice full of doubts.

    The man with young eyes smiled: "I am now her knight teacher."

    The little girl tried to straighten her back, but her left foot hit her right foot, causing her to fall to the ground with a thud as she was already unbalanced.

    "Haha, walking is a problem, why should I be a knight's squire?" Fernando said with a shy smile.

    The little girl lying on the ground still hugged the giant sword tightly, raised her head hard, twisted her two delicate eyebrows, and glared at Fernando angrily: "No one can walk, only learn!"

    Forehead?  Fernando didn't understand what it meant for a moment.

    "Are you a descendant of that person?" Old Green's expression became very strange, both serious and funny at the same time.

    The man with beautiful eyes smiled helplessly: "Yes, I didn't expect it to be his child before Okay, Hathaway, get up slowly, you will become stronger little by little."
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