"This matter sounds pretty good, and I think it's the most beneficial way for us. However, if you want to negotiate with Cazoron and ask him to agree, it should be very difficult, and it may even be impossible..." Magister Odin expressed his concerns.

The Doria Magician smiled slightly: "Don't worry, we can find a way to solve this problem by then. This is like diplomacy. As long as our strategy is right, there is nothing that cannot be discussed. Besides, Cazoron doesn't seem to be too smart. In the entire Watson family, he is actually one of the few magicians at the bottom. Otherwise, he would not have stayed in the Star Battlefield for such an important matter as an alchemy exchange meeting..."

"Oh? So, you've already planned it?" The Magister Odin's eyes lit up.

The Doria Magister nodded, and then his voice became lower and lower, and he started to communicate with the Magister Odin in the tent.

On the other side, Lynch had already walked out of the tent with the scorching sun above his head.

In the tent, Perrin was still meditating. Lynch walked out quietly, but did not wake Perrin up. Walking in the camp, some pioneering mages who knew Lynch also greeted Lynch one after another. Lynch just responded politely and politely, and then walked towards the exit of the camp.

When he was about to leave the camp, a team of patrolling mages suddenly appeared in front of Lynch. At the same time, a middle-aged mage also came out of it. He looked at Lynch and asked politely: "Master Mafameilin, are you going to leave the camp?"

Lynch naturally knew that if there were no orders from the Doria Magician and Odin Magician, no matter who they were, they would have no right to leave the camp privately. However, now he had a reason to have to leave the camp. Otherwise, in broad daylight, he would not have been able to check the magic box without any concealment?

Looking at the middle-aged mage in front of him, to be honest, Lynch was really a little troubled for a moment. After all, these patrol mages are usually directly under the jurisdiction of the magician. Before the command of the magician, no matter what his identity is, it will not work. Don’t look at them being kind to themselves now. Once they force themselves out, there will be no smile on their faces at that time...

But if you don’t force yourself out, how can you leave the camp now?

Lynch touched his nose, and suddenly an idea came to his mind. He looked at the middle-aged mage and said with a smile: "That's right, staying in the camp is so boring, so I plan to go out and take a look, but you don't have to worry, I won't go too far, and, at most half an hour, I will come back from outside."

Sure enough, when he heard that Lynch was leaving the camp, the middle-aged mage and the patrol mages behind him suddenly became serious, especially the middle-aged mage, who said seriously to Lynch: "Master Mafameilin, in fact, I personally highly respect you. Many things that happen to you are full of legend. If possible, I really don't want to refuse your request, but you also know that we are on the burden of patrol. If there is any problem, the magician blames it, which is not something we can bear..."

"Understand." Lynch couldn't help but smile on his face as he heard the middle-aged mage's words. Before the middle-aged mage could say something to drive people out, he immediately came to him and whispered: "I have other things to tell you, but this matter is more private, so I can only tell you one person."

"Ah?" The middle-aged mage was stunned when he saw Lynch's mysterious look, and he couldn't help but feel stunned. He couldn't figure out what Lynch was trying to do, but seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, he hesitated for a moment and asked, "What's the matter?"

"There are so many people here, but you don't want to talk about the place to talk about it. Come with me." Lynch looked around vigilantly, then walked to the side.

The middle-aged mage stared at Lynch suspiciously, then looked at the patrol mages behind him with a confused face, coughed, and quickly followed Lynch.

After he arrived at a place where there was no one, Lynch looked around and said mysteriously: "May I ask, your name is?"

"Oh my name is Taylor." Although the middle-aged wizard still didn't know what Lynch was doing, he still answered quickly.

"Okay, Master Taylor." Lynch nodded and said, "Actually, I just said that I wanted to go out and see it. In fact, I went out this time because the Doria Magic gave me a private mission. This mission is extremely confidential and must not be known by too many people. To be honest, I will tell you now that I have violated the rules... However, if I don't explain it clearly, I can't leave the camp casually. I believe that the Doria Magic will understand me at that time."

"Ah? Private Mission?" Taylor was startled when he heard Lynch's words. You know, if what Lynch said was true, then this private mission was issued by the magician himself, who dares to know about the private mission of a magician? If something goes wrong, just a first-level mage like him will still not be able to bear the responsibility...

"Master Taylor, you don't need to be nervous. As long as you don't spread it, there will naturally be no problem..." Lynch smiled.

Taylor then relaxed, but then asked with confusion: "But... if it was a private mission, then the Doria Magician was in the camp. He could say hello to us directly. We will let you out directly, why is it so troublesome?"

"You don't understand this..." Lynch said: "Since it's a private mission, it must be special. In fact, this mission was directly issued by the Royal Academy of Magic to Magic. Even the Magician Odin didn't know it. If the Magician Doria directly mobilized you, wouldn't it arouse the curiosity of others? At that time, what's the private mission... Are you right?"
Chapter completed!