Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty-Second Santa Conference
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222 Santa Conference
Unknowingly, it was already the fourth year that Locke came to the Omor Empire. On the New Year's day, the family was very lively. Not only a lot of classmates and friends from the academy came, but also many Faustain nobles who came to visit.
For so long, everyone has also known the fact that Angelina is Princess Faustin.
The others are okay, Chris and Bob, the two knights who have performed missions with them many times, are full of envy and jealousy in Locke's words.
In the eyes of most people, a princess of a small country is not much worse than the daughter of an earl in the empire.
In addition to coming to congratulate, Locke and the others themselves have done a lot of this New Year.
For Locke, the arrival of the new year only means that he is one year older, and the 24-year-old Locke is already quite old. The 20-year-old Angelina has also reached the age where she should talk about marriage. If she hadn't suddenly gone to Santa to study, she would have planned to confess her relationship with Locke to her father and brother.
This New Year is equally important to 18-year-old Kristin. The once green little girl has grown into a big girl before she knows it, and Locke can't touch people's heads casually like before.
Beaming, everyone in the family raised their wine glasses and wished the New Year together.
"Xia Qian's wine is really good!" Angelina praised.
"Lafite's dishes are delicious too!" Leah laughed.
"I still prefer to drink the porridge cooked by Sister Lia!" Christine held a bowl and drank it with a big mouth, without the appearance of a lady at all.
"Miss, eat your food!" Lafite was at the dinner table, still doing her duty as a maid.
"You too!" Grace put a piece of steak on Lafite's plate.
Since he was promoted to a high-ranking servant, Locke found that the atmosphere at home was much more harmonious than before.
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Located in the northeast of the Misia Continent, where the magical powers of the three western islands converge, Santa has another high-level meeting this year.
It is still on the 436th floor of the Holy Tower. Today, the black-robed old man once again convened the remaining ten or so third-level magicians in the current Holy Tower to sit here and discuss.
"Is Harrison not here?" The old man's mental power can be swept away casually, and he can know who is coming and who is not. Every magician has its own unique mental power fluctuations.
"He went to take care of his group of sandworms, as if the sandworms had mutated," said a middle-aged magician in a yellow robe.
"Hey, it's not easy to be a summoner~" an old man wearing a gray long-brimmed hat blew his beard and laughed.
"Speaking of which, what's the matter with us?" asked the strange magician who was half of fire and half of ice.
As soon as the voice fell, the nine magicians in the conference hall, except the black-robed old man, all looked at the black-robed old man in unison.
"Boom, boom." The black-robed old man tapped the magic wand on the ground and said slowly, "There are two things, one is that Lord Odyssey has moved."
Everyone was shocked, followed by Yixi, especially the magician who cultivated the body of ice and fire was the most excited. The surging flames and extremely cold ice on both sides of the body had already affected the element concentration in the surrounding environment. The tyranny of the level magician lies in this.
"Secondly, Master Panama sent back news and ordered us to send some magicians to assist Lord Odyssey to take down the revitalized fairy world," the old man continued.
"No problem, I'll go!" Brand, who cultivated the body of ice and fire, replied impatiently before the old man could finish speaking.
"Who else? We need to send six third-level great magicians." The black-robed old man looked at the other eight magicians present.
"I'll go!" said a magician whose right arm was apparently amputated by some kind of creature's red claw.
"And me!" A snake letter spit out from his mouth, and a feminine-looking male magician also said.
"In my laboratory, there is a shortage of experimental materials." A magician wearing a thick dark green cloak and exuding a strange smell also said.
Not beyond the expectations of the black-robed old man, almost all the third-level great magicians left behind in the Holy Tower were willing to participate in this mission.
Not to mention the various benefits that can be obtained by developing a new plane, just relying on the activation of the fairy world and the production of activated spirits alone is enough for the magicians in the wizarding world to follow one after another.
"Is there anything else to say from Master Panama?" An old magician woman with wrinkles and stains on her face asked the black-robed old man sitting in the first seat.
"Well... Master Panama said that in the later stage he may also participate in the attack of revitalizing the fairy world." The black-robed old man said.
This sentence made the many magicians present feel even more relieved. Plundering a newly discovered plane, especially the first attack, is the strongest resistance of the natives. Although it is only a miniature plane, these third-level great magicians, if they are not careful, will capsize in the gutter.
There are a lot of unexpected things that you can't understand and it's not uncommon for some natives with strange abilities to defeat invaders stronger than them, not to mention their home court.
However, it will be different if Master Panama participates in the later stage. The damage caused by a fourth-level magician is not what those uncivilized low-level natives can imagine.
You must know that in the planes, many fourth-level creatures are regarded as 'gods'.
"What about the two centaurs?" asked the old magician.
The black-robed old man looked relaxed and said, "The news just came back that one was seriously injured by Master Panama and Lord Gaia."
"These two hard bones are strong enough to last so long!"
"Yeah, the last plane war that lasted more than 400 years seems to have to go back a thousand years."
"With Master Panama, Lord Gaia, and Lord Zekere joining forces with three fourth-level powerhouses, it will be a matter of time before the two centaur gods lose."
In the conference room, when they heard the good news from the black-robed old man, everyone relaxed a lot.
"How long is it estimated that the centaur world can be taken down?" one of the magicians asked.
"It's hard to say." The black-robed old man said so, but everyone had a general idea. Two centaur gods were seriously injured, so they would definitely not be able to stop the army led by Master Panama. Years is the longest time everyone has guessed.
"How is the call of the expatriate magicians doing?" The black-robed old man asked a young magician sitting beside him.
"It has been recalled since last year. The official magicians who performed missions on Misia Island, Texas Island, and Ingrid Island have all received our letters and have been reported one after another." The young magician replied.
"En." The black-robed old man nodded and asked, "Is there any action in the Knights Hall?"
"It seems to be an order from Lord Odyssey, and a call-up order has been issued to the high-ranking knight attendants." After hesitating for a while, the young magician said the news he got from a friend of the sky knight.
"Is that a high-level attendant?" The black-robed old man stepped out of the seat and stood by the window. Standing on the top floor of the holy tower more than 400 meters high, the eyes of the black-robed old man fell on the bottom of the holy tower, the magic apprentices who came in and out of the circular building.
"You said, do we also send some little guys to go to experience training?" The black-robed old man seemed to ask.
"This, you need to ask Master Panama. After all, there has never been a precedent for participating in plane warfare before reaching the first level." The young magician said with a frown.
"Why is there no precedent, isn't it right in front of you!" The black-robed old man said the order given by Lord Odyssey.
"Moreover, most of the slaves in the slave army are not only high-level servants." The more the black-robed old man thought about it, the more feasible he felt. He was not a pedantic person.
"Then... do you also send high-level apprentices?" the young magician asked.
"No." The black-robed old man shook his head. "The middle-level apprentices in the Holy Tower are also sent out! We can't be weaker than the Knights' Hall."
Indeed, in terms of the destructive power and damage caused by light, the powerful magic of the middle-level apprentice is equivalent to the full blow of the high-level attendant.
This is also the reason why magicians are stronger than knights of the same level.
"This..." The young magician was speechless. Doesn't this mean that all the living forces of the entire Holy Tower will be dispatched.
Could it be that this is what Master Panama meant, the young magician suddenly shuddered.
Although the old man in black robe is not pedantic, there are very few pedantic people among magicians, especially those who are at the forefront of exploring the truth and meaning, but he is also a person who obeys the rules. He may be old, and the old man in black robe has always Known for being conservative.
How could he come up with such absurd orders, unless there is a big man behind him, and the biggest person is the owner of this holy tower, the Panama Master.
That's right, all the living forces of the Holy Tower are sent out. Even if they are attacked by the group of people on the east coast, the losses can be minimized, and they can also reap a very valuable revitalized fairy world.
What do the young magicians think, how do they think it's worth it.
As for the possible threats, especially in the plane war, the dangers encountered by those magic apprentices who are not yet level 1, the young magician deliberately ignored them.
The growth of which strong person has not experienced the risk of life and death.
Take the young magician as an example. Although he looks young, as a third-level magician, he is over 900 years old. The reason why he can maintain his youthful appearance is that this age is indeed true for third-level magicians. A lot younger, and it means that he was very young when he broke through the official magician.
The appearance of an ordinary magician, before entering his old age, will be maintained at the age when he breaks through the official magician.
Among the magicians, the younger the magician, the greater the potential. Of course, this sentence is except for female magicians who love beauty.
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