Chapter 152 The Omniscient Tower

"I'm going to write a letter to Gerien right away!" Medellin stood at the door of the forging workshop, looking at the frost fire sword with a dull expression on his face. He stared at it for more than half an hour before finally speaking out through gritted teeth:

"I must have a good talk with that damn fat guy Greg..."

"No need to write..." Aldwin also had a dull look on his face, but as the president of the Oranna Magic Guild, his eyes could see further than Medellin: "Grian will not let anyone go.

, I just learned two days ago that the Emerald Tower has unified the entire city of Garros, and all of this happened in two months. Think about it, two months ago, it happened to be Feyre in Canada.

When the Los Magic Guild completes the level certification? Gregian must know everything about Feyre better than we do. With his character, how can he let him go so easily..."

"Grian, this damn fat guy..." Medellin thought for a while and knew that the president was telling the truth. He had known Greg for more than a year or two, so how could he not know that this guy seemed arrogant and domineering?

, the fat man with no scheming intentions is actually cunning, a bit more insidious than a fox.

Medellin was even certain that the reason why Feyre participated in this trial as a seventh-level magician was probably Greg's idea.

Why a seventh-level magician? Or maybe it’s because that damn fat guy is worried that Feyre is so outstanding that he will be coveted by the Oranna Magic Guild and even the Supreme Council.

Damn, let a twelfth-level magician pretend to be a seventh-level magician. This damn fat guy is really cheap. It’s a shame he could think of it...

Medellin really wants to ask Grean, why don't you just let him pretend to be a magic apprentice?

"Is there really no way?" Medellin thought about it over and over, but still refused to give up. Feyre is so outstanding. There may not be another talent like this for hundreds of years. Medellin

Lin was not willing to watch him run away from her hands no matter what.

"This is very difficult..." Aldwin stared blankly at the frost-fire sword emitting faint magic fluctuations in the forging workshop, with a somewhat helpless look on his face: "Honestly, compared with the Emerald Tower,

, we have no advantage at all..."

"Why not? We are the top magic guild in the Kingdom of France. We can provide the best treatment to our guild members, including magic equipment, research materials, various spells, and even the opportunity to go to the Supreme Council for guidance.

Can the Emerald Tower afford these things?"

Aldwin shook his head: "The question is, do you think these advantages are meaningful?"

"..." Medellin opened his mouth, wanting to refute what Odwin said, but after thinking for a long time, he suddenly realized that Odwin was right. Putting these things that ordinary magicians dream of, on that perverted guy,

It seems to really make no sense at all.

Needless to say, magic equipment. He is a pharmacist and a blacksmith. If you move your hands, countless gold coins will be thrown at you. If you want any magic equipment, you can just throw it with money. You also need to provide it from the guild.

?

The same goes for research materials. As long as you have money, there will naturally be a lot of adventurers willing to help you. What kind of research materials can't be obtained?

Of course, you won't be able to get the top ones. After all, some things have transcended the scope of money.

But the problem is...

Even the Olanna Magic Guild itself cannot produce these top-notch equipment and materials that transcend the scope of money...

As for the various spells... let alone mentioning this, what is his relationship with Anduin? That old guy is the authority on the High Elf ruins. The various lost spells he has in his hands may be greater than those in the entire Oranna Magic Guild.

That adds up to more...

"Damn..." Medellin thought about it for a long time, and had to admit gloomily that compared to that damn fat man's emerald tower, the Olanna Magic Guild really didn't seem to have any advantage at all.

"But..." Listening to Medellin's harsh words, a smile suddenly appeared on Odwin's face: "If you really think about it, it's not that there is really no way..."

"Oh?" Medellin was startled and asked eagerly: "What can I do?"

"It's been almost ten days since Ferre came to Oranna, right? You are his trial instructor. If you think about it carefully, what has he done in these ten days..."

Medellin looked confused when he heard this. He couldn't understand why Aldwin suddenly asked such a question.

In his opinion, this question is too simple. What the kid has done in the past ten days can actually be summed up in just two words - scary, causing trouble...

Serving as this kid's trial instructor is like being the audience of a horror story, being in a state of shock from beginning to end.

In the past ten days, he has been doing the same thing, using various perverted methods to scare everyone who knows him.

Especially his two poor roommates. Thinking about it, Medellin really sympathized with those two little guys. Taking part in the trial with such a monster, if they had a slightly worse mental quality, they would probably have been scared out long ago.

Neurosis is coming.

Besides that, what this kid likes to do most is naturally causing trouble.

This weird hobby really gave Medellin a headache.

It has only been ten days since I arrived in Oranna, and I have already left two people disabled, which is simply worse than the original Grean...

Needless to say, Dallion's nephew was inexplicably beaten to a disability, causing Dallion to come to his door every day to make trouble, crying and shouting to give him an explanation, especially in the Valley of Shadows these days.

The guy just barely moved his sleeping bag into his tent.

Oh, and Mathias...

Compared to Darien's good-for-nothing nephew, the matter of Mathias's limbs being broken would undoubtedly give Medellin a much greater headache.

This matter can be said to be quite troublesome. Although Mathias himself is not very outstanding, his family has considerable power in the Kingdom of France. It took a lot of effort for the Magic Guild to calm down this matter.

After a while, even Odwin spoke in person, finally suppressing the matter for the time being. However, this was only temporary. Medellin knew very well that this matter was far from over.

…

"This kid is really..." Medellin thought for a long time, even himself was shocked. Why didn't he notice before that this kid could cause trouble so much?

"Whether it's Madre, Mathias, or Feyre, the reasons for the conflict with them are actually the same..."

Upon hearing this, Medellin's eyes suddenly lit up.

Yes, these two conflicts were in full view of the public. As a trial instructor, he also asked witnesses to find out that Madere was responsible for attacking Feyre's followers, while Mathias was responsible for attacking Feyre.

Lei's roommate, from these two things, we can basically conclude that this guy is definitely a protective character, and he will kill anyone who dares to touch his people.

Medellin held a few goatees in his hands. After pondering for a long time, he asked with some confusion: "Do you mean that we should start with Feyre's friends?"

"No, no, no... it's too obvious." Aldwin shook his head, with a faint smile on his face: "This young man is smarter than you and I thought. This kind of obvious wooing is not good for me.

It makes no sense to him, we need to be more circuitous..."

"What a roundabout way?"

"Emerald Tower."

"..." Medellin almost vomited out a mouthful of blood. After doing it for a long time, it was still Garros. What's the difference between not saying anything?

"Actually, it's very simple. What we have to do is to strive for the interests of the Emerald Tower as much as possible. In this way, we can win the favor of this young man."

"Isn't this too cheap, that damn fat guy?"

"Nothing is cheap or cheap. Do you think people like Feyre will stay in the Kingdom of France forever? The Kingdom of France cannot keep him. Young people like Feyre will sooner or later come into contact with a larger space.

At that time, whether you belong to the Emerald Tower or the Oranna Magic Guild, there is actually no difference. All we have to do is to win his friendship before that is enough..."

"But, with this guy in the Emerald Tower, do you think there are any other benefits?"

"No one would think that there are too many benefits, and when Isaac came back a few days ago, he mentioned to me that the Emerald Tower is entangled with a force called the Nest of Shadows. Maybe we can think about it in this regard

Think of ways to."

"Okay, I will take care of this."

The two highest-ranking figures in the Oranna Magic Guild stood outside the forging workshop and discussed the matter for almost two or three hours before settling on the whole matter. When Medellin left, that wretched face

There was already a faint smile on his face.

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Lin Li held two crossbow arrows made of vampire fangs and walked slowly back to his residence. As soon as he opened the door, he saw three guys devouring food.

"What are you doing..." Lin Li was dumbfounded. Sheen was just a bear. Why did Ma Sen and Ou Ling, two gentle magicians, learn to eat so roughly?

"Feire..." Mason stuffed two pieces of bread into his mouth, then raised his head in the midst of his busy schedule and said a vague greeting: "Come on, I left something for you.

…”

"Why are you so hungry?" Lin Li clearly remembered that everyone had eaten something before coming back from Shadow Valley. How come they were reincarnated as starving ghosts in just a few hours?

"Hurry up." Ou Ling tore off a small piece of bread and put it into his mouth. He seemed very polite, but the frequency with which he put food into his mouth was a bit scary. In the time of this sentence, he ate

There were actually more things going down than Mason: "The Omniscient Tower is about to close."

"..." Lin Li then remembered that the Omniscient Tower is only open from nine in the morning to nine in the evening. Looking at the sky outside, it seems that there is not much time until nine in the evening. No wonder these two guys are having fun.

So vicious... But, what kind of coaxing was Sheen following?

"Xian, are you okay?"

"No, Mr. Ferre." Upon hearing Lin Li's question, Sheen quickly put down the food in his hand and answered honestly.

"Then why are you eating so hard?"

"I'm hungry……"

"..." Lin Li shook his head, took a piece of bread from the table, and went back to his room.

"Feire, you don't want to eat?"

"I'll just eat a piece of bread. Remember to call me when you go out."

Lin Li gently closed the door, fumbled in his pocket, and took out the two crossbow arrows made of vampire fangs.
To be continued...