Chapter 182: Overwhelm 9 Mages

Before the true side of Devon Hill is discovered, Verin will only treat him as an ordinary knight chief instructor and will not let him participate in the development of the territory.

Two years is a period. If the other party has no problems and is willing to swear allegiance to him, he will not hesitate to train him.

Half a month later, one afternoon, a team of more than 20 people slowly entered the Qixing Leader.

The leading arcanist's perception of the surrounding magic environment is down a notch compared to that in the central region.

He did not reject the low magic energy area.

At one hundred and thirty years old, he still has less than thirty years to live.

Entering old age, the soul begins to decay, and there is no hope of breakthrough.

He knew his talent very well and had no hope of breaking through to the gold level, so he took the initiative to transfer to the border area and join the earl's son in exchange for the opportunity for his most talented grandson to enter the Royal Capital Magic Academy. Everything was worth it. of.

"Teacher, ahead is the Praying Star Territory, the territory of Master Weilin." A bronze mid-level arcanist holding a scepter and wearing a gray robe saluted to the arcanist.

"Get ready to welcome our new lord." The arcanist glanced into the distance, and then entered the carriage.

The bronze mid-level arcanist stepped back, rode on his horse, and slowly followed the carriage.

The moment this strange team entered the Praying Star Territory, Weilin received the news.

Regarding the nine silver mages supported by the family, he had received relevant information six days ago and was very clear about the quality of this team.

The combat power is not very strong, but he has enough teaching ability and rich magic knowledge.

Looking at it from another perspective, the family completely left it to a team of experienced teachers to help him incubate his own team of mages.

In front of the city gate of Qixing Town, Weilin stood in the middle of the road, staring ahead.

Behind him were twenty bronze knights, riding tall purple horses, neatly arranged behind Weilin.

Two hundred fully armed soldiers stood on both sides of the road, their spears lined with spears and their armor shining brightly.

The team of more than 20 people was 800 meters away from the city gate. The arcanist ordered the team to stop, wearing a starry sky robe, and stepping on the stone road.

Three silver mid-level druids and five silver low-level elemental mages gathered around and saluted the silver high-level arcanist, demonstrating his leadership status.

"The others are waiting. My colleagues and I will come forward to see the Lord."

"We'll know." Everyone responded.

The nine people took steps and walked forward.

The arcanist glanced around. Every soldier wore black armor, held a spear, wore a short sword at his waist, and wore a visor on his face. Almost all of them were at the low level of bronze, and none of them were warrior apprentices.

With every step forward, the nine people grew more respectful towards the Lord they had never met before.

With such achievements in less than six years, he is truly a young hero.

"Derian Ovich has seen the Lord." The silver high-level arcanist lifted up his starry sky robe, knelt on one knee, and said to the young man on the horse.

The other eight people announced their names one after another, and along with Derien, knelt down on one knee and saluted Verin.

"Everyone, please get up."

After the first ceremony was completed, Verin said to everyone.

Derion stood up first, followed by the other eight people, looking at the young man in front of them who was only twenty-four years old.

"The Lake of Praying Stars welcomes you."

The nine people thought that the next step would be polite words, but Weilin did not follow the routine. He changed the topic and said in a deep voice.

"Your talents are limited, but are you willing to stop there?"

Hearing this, the nine mages showed more or less lonely expressions.

Who doesn't want to go further, gain a longer lifespan, and explore unknown secrets, but their talent has locked their upper limit.

The probability of changing one's fate against the will of heaven is extremely slim, one in a billion. For ordinary mages like them, it is out of reach.

Weilin could see the changes in their expressions.

What he wants is a group of qualified teachers, and he also needs a group of outstanding mages.

"As long as you let me see your value, talent is not a problem, and resources are not a problem."

After hearing this, Kyle opened the red cloth and a mermaid pearl appeared in front of everyone.

Seeing such treasures appearing in front of him, Derien's eyes widened, and the greed in his heart spread wildly. For this reason, he had to use the arcane mechanical mind on himself to calm down.

The other eight people were not much better, and they all used magic to calm themselves down.

The desire for a breakthrough in his heart was ignited, and this was Verin's goal.

"As long as you know that I have things to improve your talents, as for whether you can get them from me, it depends on whether you are worth my effort."

"Excuse me, sir." The nine people bowed and saluted, and replied in unison.

This was the effect he wanted. The small group was instantly disintegrated in front of the mermaid pearl thrown by Weilin.

"I'm very pleased with the healthy competition. If there's a malicious fight, don't blame me for being cruel."

The voice was gentle, but the meaning was extremely cold.

At this moment, Derien and the other nine mages understood the character of the young master in front of them, and their thoughts of hugging together for warmth and fighting for the right to speak were extinguished in their hearts.

"We respect your will."

Seeing that his goal was achieved, Verin's face softened, and he smiled and said to the nine people: "I will arrange for my personal attendant Kyle to be your guide to let you get familiar with the Lake of Praying Stars within a week."

"You're tired from the journey, so you can take a good rest these days."

"In seven days, I will assign you tasks."

"Exchange of equal value is the truth that you mages believe in. If you want these things, give them your value."

"Yes."

Subsequently, under Kyle's arrangement, Derien and his group of twenty-six people were arranged to a small city manor belonging to Verin in the North City District.

In the room, Derien took off his starry sky robe and stood in front of a full-length mirror. Looking at the white hair and wrinkled skin, the hope in his heart was ignited.

"Perhaps this is the fickleness of fate."

"No matter what, I must become a gold-level arcanist."

As for the retirement life that he had been thinking about before, Derion put it behind him.

With a useful body, as long as you can't do it to death, you will do it to death.

Who can guarantee how many mermaid pearls the young master has in his hands.

Who knows, the other eight people will not secretly work hard.

Early the next morning, Derion wore an ordinary mage robe and ran to Kyle's temporary residence.

As soon as I arrived at the door, I met three colleagues, a druid and two elemental mages.

Before Derien could speak, three more people appeared in three different places.

Everyone smiled in unison, pretending that the other person did not exist, and waited outside the room.

At this time, the two people came out of the room with excited faces, met the seven people waiting outside the room, smiled awkwardly, and left the place from the side.

Poor Kyle, as soon as he got up early in the morning, these old men came to his door.