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Chapter 134 Shadow Valley(1/2)

"Listen to my uncle..."

Masen's opening remarks were still the same. In the past few days since arriving in Olanna, Lin Li had heard him say the same thing at least ten times, so Lin Li was very curious about what kind of powerful figure this "uncle" was and what news he had.

So well-informed? Not to mention the major decisions of the guild, even some gossips and gossips can be said to be well understood. Lin Li decided that if there is a chance another day, he must let Ma Sen introduce his uncle to him!

"The content of tomorrow's mission will be beyond our imagination."

Lin Li suddenly became interested: "What mission is so powerful?"

Mason said matter-of-factly: "I don't know."

"..." Lin Li almost got sick from his anger. He talked mysteriously for a long time, but in the end he just said that he didn't know. What's the difference between this and a eunuch - where is the bottom? The bottom is gone...

For a moment, even Ou Ling couldn't stand it anymore: "Idiot with no professional ethics!"

"Listen to my explanation..." Seeing that he was about to offend the public, Ma Sen quickly excused himself: "Tomorrow's task content is decided by the Supreme Council. Not to mention my uncle, even President Aldwin may not know.

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"real or fake?"

The more Lin Li thought about it, the more confused he became. Although the Supreme Council initiated this trial, it has not intervened too much. After all, there are countless magic guilds in Anriel World, and the Supreme Council may not have time to take care of Oranna.

I took the wrong medicine again today, and I suddenly took charge of the task content...

"What kind of tasks do you think the Supreme Council will issue to us?" The look on Ma Sen's face was very exciting. Just thinking about the tasks of the Supreme Council makes people feel excited.

"The devil knows..."

Lin Li curled his lips. He had no respect for the Supreme Council. His headache now was how to sleep tonight. Sheen had already dozed there, sitting alone on a wicker chair with his head straight back.

Yang, I guess it won't take long for the whole building to be shocked.

"Xian, wake up first..." Lin Li thought for a while and had to wake up Xian.

After a day of hard work, Sheen was already exhausted. Although he was shaken awake by Lin Li, his eyes were still half-closed and he asked in a daze: "Mr. Ferre, what happened?"

"You go to sleep in my room."

"How is this possible?" Suddenly hearing these words, Sheen was frightened and woke up half of the time. He shook his head and refused: "No, no, Mr. Ferre, I can sleep in the living room."

"Stop talking nonsense to me." It was useless to discuss with this guy. Lin Li straightened his face and said in a commanding tone: "If you don't want to go back to Garros, just go to my room and sleep!"

Seeing Lin Li's serious face, Sheen didn't dare to refuse anymore, but he still looked hesitant: "Then...Mr. Feyre, where will you sleep?"

"I want to sit for a while. When I want to sleep, I will come in and wake you up."

"Oh..." With these words, Sheen finally felt relieved and responded honestly.

Lin Li helped Sheen close the door to the room, and then sat back on the wicker chair. With a tired look on his face, he said to his two roommates: "It's getting late, everyone should go to bed early. There will be more tomorrow."

What about the trial mission..."

"You're nice to him." Ou Ling gave Lin Li a rare compliment, and then gently closed the door.

Lin Li smiled and didn't explain anything. He just whispered in his heart: "I'm not bad to you..."

Seeing that both roommates had closed the door, Lin Licai opened the Ring of Endless Storm, took out a crystal pen and a bottle of Star Sand, and then lightly placed a secret knot on the door.

boundary.

After doing all this, Lin Li could finally sleep peacefully. With the hidden barrier, let alone Sheen's snoring, even thunder could not reach the living room.

Lin Li was already very tired at the end of the day. Now that he had no worries, he slept very soundly even if he was lying on a wicker chair.

It was not just Lin Li who slept soundly, but also Ma Sen, Ou Ling, and Xian, who was shielded by a secret barrier...

……………………

And just when they were sleeping very soundly, someone was crying in front of Dallion.

The one crying was Madre, the unlucky guy who kicked the iron plate.

"Uncle Darien..." Madere was lying on the hospital bed, his body covered with bandages. He looked like a mummy. If he moved a little, the wounds on his body would be affected, causing a heart-pounding pain.

pain.

"Shut up, big man, what's the point of crying if you get a little injured?" Dallion's face was livid, and he was upset by Madre's crying.

He already knew what happened, and Dallion never thought that the boy from Garos would dare to do such a heavy trick.

Although he said, "There's nothing to cry about," Dallion knew in his heart that it was definitely not a minor injury.

In fact, when he saw Madere's injury just now, even he was shocked.

There were bruises all over his body, the wounds on both legs were deep and long, as if they had been cut open by a knife, and there was a trace of a flaming hand on his chest, which still exudes a strong smell of burning.

The back was even more terrifying. Almost half of his body was blown apart, and even his ribs were exposed. Fortunately, Madre was lucky enough and his internal organs were not injured. Otherwise, he would have died long ago.

Madre's injuries reminded Dallion of that trial many years ago.

All this seems to be a repeat of that year.

The self who was lying on the hospital bed was almost exactly the same as Madere now. He was also seriously injured and almost died. The person who did it was also from the Garros Magic Guild, and his name was Gregian.

Thinking of Greg's disgusting fat face, Dallion couldn't help but clenched his fists tightly.

That was the biggest humiliation in his life. In front of hundreds of people, he was defeated by a fat man whom he had never looked at.

Darien had never suffered such an insult in his life. After defeating him with an air burst, the fat man who deserved to go to hell spat in his face and said: "If you have the strength, you

You can also be arrogant."

"Take good care of yourself and I will handle this matter." Dallion took a deep breath and suppressed the hatred he had felt for many years.

"Uncle Dallion, you must help me express this..."

"I will."

After Dallion came out of the room, he did not go directly to Lin Li. Instead, he returned to the guild hall, walked up the stairs to the second floor, and knocked directly on Aldwin's door.

"Why are you here?" The person asking the question was not Odwin, but Medellin, who was second only to the president in the entire Olanna Magic Guild.

"Good morning, Mr. Medellin." Dallion's voice was very respectful. He had always been afraid of this goatee. In terms of strength, Medellin was not as good as Aldwin, but in the Oranna Magic Guild, he was afraid of Medellin.

People are far more afraid of Aldwin.

Although Aldwin is a legendary mage, even level 21 or above, he always adheres to the principle of generosity in his dealings with others. In everyone's heart, he is a kind and wise elder, but Medellin is different.

Goatee is a real plague god, and Darien is not bad at all. Look at the young magicians in the guild. When they see Medellin, they feel like they have seen a ghost.

But today...

No matter how afraid he was, Dallion had to stand in front of Medellin. The reason was simple. The person he was most afraid of was the trial instructor of the Garros boy.

"Darian is here?" When Dalien was hesitating what to say, Aldwin also raised his head from a pile of books. The old man had a gentle smile on his face, which made him feel like he was taking a breath of spring breeze.

"Good morning, President Aldwin." After greeting him respectfully, Dallion took another look. The book in the president's hand seemed to be written in high elf script.

"You came to see me so early. You must have something to do, right?"

"Yes, Mr. Guild Master." Dallion nodded, with a bit of indignation on his face: "Originally, I shouldn't have bothered you so early, but unfortunately, something serious happened in the guild last night.

A magician participating in the trial actually injured Madre. President Aldwin, I think you need to handle this matter properly."

"Oh?" Aldwin was stunned for a moment, then put the book in his hand back on the table: "Which guild is he a trial magician from?"

"I think he belongs to the Garros Magic Guild and his name is Feyre."

"You mean... Feyre?" Before Aldwin could speak, Medellin's eyes had already widened.

"Yes, Mr. Medellin."

"Then let's deal with it..."

"Medellin, Feyre's trial instructor, it seems you are, right?" Medellin was about to say a curse word, but was stopped by Aldwin on the side.

"Yes, President Aldwin."

"That's good, you can take care of this matter."

"OK."

How could Medellin not understand the president's hint so clearly? The so-called "just do it" naturally means doing nothing. Are you kidding me... Deal with Feyre? You should show me how to deal with it...

When that old guy Anduin goes crazy, are you going to deal with it, or is Aldwin going to deal with it?

Moreover……

After dealing with this kid, will you help me resolve the Adventurer's Guild's bet?

"Darian, what else can you do?" When he looked at Dalyan again, Medellin suddenly felt that this guy really didn't like him, and he cursed in his heart, damn, he doesn't know how to do it even at his age.

Do something serious and you will cause trouble for me...

"ah?"

Dallion was waiting for Aldwin to announce the solution. He was unexpectedly asked by Medellin and was startled. When he came to his senses, he realized that the solution had been announced and the president didn't even ask for his opinion.

He left the matter entirely to Medellin.

"Why, you're worried about President Aldwin leaving this matter to me, aren't you? Are you still worried that I will show favoritism?" Medellin looked at him with a hint of ill-intention.

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To be continued...
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