Netheril Glory Chapter 272: Routine

"Master Kirkweilun...you...how are you here".

　　

　　Female wizard asked with some trembling.

　　

　　 No wonder she is terrified, although Master Kirk Weilun is rumored not to be a grumpy mage, and not only does not have many quirks like the mage, but her temperament is also very kind.

　　

　　However, the other party is also a powerful master-level caster, and the status is the "mind of truth", the minister of the gray rain country branch. It can be said that he is in a high position and has strength in his hand. wizard Punishment for improper words.

　　

　　However, this time the female wizard had obviously good luck. Master Kirk Weilun did not pursue the complaint of the female wizard just now, but stood quietly in the center of the hall and looked out the door deeply with blindfolded eyes.

　　

　　 did not see him speak, but after Master Kirkweilun stood still, a voice that embraced the vicissitudes echoed in this hall unconsciously:

　　

　　 "The old man is old, and his legs and feet are not so neat. Please invite the children to come and talk about it!"

　　

　　 The old man’s voice sounds really weak and weak, and if he ignores the strange way of sound, it sounds like an old man with a wind and candle.

　　

　　 But no one dares to look down upon the old man, including the talented apprentice or the curious formal magi, including the boy in black who is standing outside the door.

　　

　　 "Master Kirkweilun is so kind"!

　　

　　 Faced with Kirk Weilun’s personal welcome, the general mage would certainly be flattered, but the teenager outside the door was just a little polite, and then strode into this quiet and scary hall.

　　

　　 When this young boy wearing a blood-stained black robe stepped into the hall, almost all the wizard on the scene couldn’t help but pull down in the middle of the hall except for the still light-hearted Kirk Weilun. A breath of breath:

　　

　　 "Big...Master-level strong man"!

　　

　　 "What day is it today, it is actually another master-level strongman"!

　　

　　 "This is incredible, two masters, if there is a conflict...hi...how shall we run"!

　　

　　The mages around couldn't help but whisper pale, and some cautious formal mages were ready to escape immediately when they were in a bad situation. They could obviously feel the horror from the black robe boy who just came in. The coercion-that is the terrible coercion that will bleed into the river with one shot!

　　

　　 There is no doubt that this time the black robe juvenile who entered the mission hall of the Truth of Thought Division is Punk.

　　

　　Punk flew directly over this swamp that belongs to the "Thought of Truth" after crossing the "Red Sand Sea" according to the intelligence. He knew that the fighter did not lie, and the Grey Rain Country did have truth. The branch office of Zhisi, and this branch is not like a small organization that hides its head and tails, but rather generously placed the secret seal directly on the border sign of the gray rain country, so that the masters entering this country are all You can know the location of the Truth Division for the first time.

　　

　　 It is precisely because of the openness of "Thinking of Truth" that Punk saves the time of searching around.

　　

　　 Can’t wait to start researching the research topic in hand, Punk flew straight into the swamp before stopping, but out of courtesy and basic respect for the legendary organization, Punk didn’t fly all the way into the mission hall of Truth Thought, but Walked to the entrance of the hall.

　　

　　 Then, Punk saw the old mage standing in the hall and looking for himself for a long time.

　　

　　 "19th-level master caster? Really a legendary organization, even such a small place is also a hidden dragon and a tiger"!

　　

　　Punk was careful to make sure that there was no magic trap in the mission hall in front of him, and the old man standing in the center of the hall did not show any signs of condensing magic power to attack before he blessed a bunch of defenses magic and finally entered this place as if nothing happened. A "mission hall" built with enchanted slate.

　　

　　 In fact, when the old man who seemed to have been waiting for a long time looked at himself, Punk was also looking at the old man carefully.

　　

　　Punk Since he came to this branch of "Thinking of Truth", he would not naturally break in without knowing anything. He knew that a strong 19th-level wizard was sitting in this branch, and the master was still Minister of this branch.

　　

　　When facing this very famous mage formally, Punk can only say "the name is not deserved"!

　　

　　 Sometimes judging the strength of the enemy and me without catching a game with a real sword and a real gun, often the two intuitively keen masters glance at each other, and the strengths and weaknesses are almost the same.

　　

　　 And in the eyes of Punk, this master Kirkweilun looks like an ordinary old man. It can be said that he is the strongest strongman he has personally contacted. The 19th level of the cast level is enough to include Punk. Anyone was in awe.

　　

　　While Punk was shocked by Kirk Weiren's power, Kirk Weir was a little surprised by Punk.

　　

　　As a master mage who has lived for more than 2,500 years, Kirk Weilun has asked himself that he has seen countless casters in his life. When he advanced to level 19, he never encountered The young mage who brought his own pressure, and now, Kirk Weilun has to admit that the teenager with the blue pupil opposite has a huge pressure that is unclear. This is his intuition as a master of the prophecy.

　　

　　 As for his prediction that magic was blocked by the other party... Kirk Weilun was even more surprised. He knew the probing ability of magic the most, and now, he has never been unfavorable to probe magic into the sea. This is one of the reasons why Master Kirk Weilun feels surprised and attaches great importance to Punk.

　　

　　 "I don't know what this little friend needs, but the truth will not sell materials to the outside. If the little friend wants to buy materials, the old man recommends that you go to the magistrate's union to see."

　　

　　The temptation of the two was fleeting, and after the surprise in his patience, Kirk Weilun said sullenly.

　　

　　 "I do have some ideas. I want to join the truth, how do you feel?"

　　

　　 "…………"

　　

　　Ke Keweilun's mouth just opened halfway, and after hearing Punk's "request" to "open the door", he shut his mouth abruptly.

　　

　　 And the lively wizards in the hall who are watching the lively scene are also a little dazed:

　　

　　 "Although it is quite normal to join a mage organization~IndoMTL.com~ but just saying that it feels weird..."

　　

　　No matter what other casters think, Punk did not play sloppy eyes with this smiling old man. If it is usual, he wouldn’t mind going around with these rigid old men, but now Punk is completely not in this mood.

　　

　　 "I heard that truth thinkers welcome all casters from the neutral camp to join, so I'm here to join, is there any problem?"

　　

　　 "...No, no problem, no problem..., you need to fill in the form and leave a secret imprint............"

　　

Ke Keweilun, who has always been a human being, was a little dumbfounded at this time, because a sentence of Punk directly choked him. Now Kirkweilun stands embarrassedly and feels his awkward heart hurt:

　　

　　"This kid doesn’t follow the rules, usually it is not recommended by someone, and then he talks in private for several days, and finally joins quietly after he wants to refuse to give back. Is this kind of public opinion? As soon as he opened his mouth, he suddenly said that he wanted to join?")!!