Dressed As a Magic Jellyfish [Western Fantasy]

The dark tower group of the secret tower is located in a plain location isolated by magic. Its owner seems to pay too much attention to the confidentiality and safety of the secret tower headquarters, so the thick magical fog covering this plain area shields all the outside world For clues and landforms, the only thing that can lead to the towers is a teleportation circle set up in the Rhine.

Surrounded by the dark fog, countless mage towers stand high on the undulating hills, and the hall surrounded by many mage towers in the center is the mysterious headquarters of the tower.

Just like the dark buildings of the castle, there are high-level magicians wearing wizard robes coming in and out from time to time, and there are also a large number of people on the empty field next to the castle. The voices of the people superimposed and turned into a depressed low noise.

It's as if they are venting their confusion that they are fully assembled here.

Not only the official magicians stay here, but there are also a group of apprentice magicians who are as weak as quails and can't even afford the robes of the magicians. The young people who still wear ordinary clothes are noble with the surroundings. The lords of the mage's robes looked extraordinarily out of place in comparison. They were also very self-aware and shrank into the inconspicuous corners, without any sense of existence.

"Even if Mitta wants to do something earth-shattering, our trainee magician who can't even release one or two formal magic is of no use, right?" A trainee magician couldn't help but sneak up next to him. The little friend who was out of the same city murmured. He grumbled with his stomach after he hadn't been able to eat food for a day, and he was full of complaints.

The two of them sat at the bottom of the extended steps without any image, and they were blocked by numerous apprentice magicians. The gray-haired boy still had a little innocence and childishness on his face, which shows that his family background should not be counted. Too bad, his own magic talent is also within the excellent range.

"Ian, I want to go back to Landis, I want my mother..."

Facing his unrealistic and implied resentment words, his companion seemed much more silent and steady. The young man with an orthodox short blond hair just turned his head and glanced at him, then shook his head slightly.

"Although I miss my family very much, it is better for you to say less here, Heros. After all, no one knows whether our conversation will be heard by the magicians of the Mitta. I will tell you I have said it many times, but within the scope of the tower, you must be cautious in your words and deeds."

"Don't be so serious, our voices are so low, there shouldn't be anyone who will eavesdrop on the conversation of a small person like us!" Holos lowered his voice and hit Ian's shoulder, just leaning into his ear. He continued to ask without giving up his breath, "You should have guessed what Mitta wants to do, Ian? Just tell me! If I don't know the answer, I will not sleep today!"

The young man named Ian had no outstanding temperament, and could even be as inconspicuous as the gravel everywhere. He refused to talk about these equally dangerous topics in a place like Mitta, which made him feel extremely dangerous.

Ian turned his head straight and ignored Heros, who had been pestering annoyingly. Instead, he lowered his head and used water-soaked white paint on a hard plate of leather in his hand, adding a layer to the girl with the same blond hair drawn on it. Dim glow.

"I beg you!"

Holos’s tone was almost lamenting, but he still dared not shake Ian’s hand holding the paintbrush. Ian sighed secretly for his immature companion as a child. He put down the paintbrush and was about to reveal himself a little bit. Speculation, but there seemed to be an invisible mist dangling past them.

This is not an illusion...

Ian's body tensed involuntarily. He grabbed the hand that Holos put on his shoulder, and with an irresistible force, he silenced the chattering companion directly. He used his own sky-blue but implied He watched Heros with profound eyes. This unusual attitude made him convinced that Ian could do anything. Heros directly stopped what he was doing, and turned his gaze back with innocent doubts.

"Speaking of which, how many coins do you have, Herros?" Ian felt the invisible mist slowly, and walked away from them slowly. He smiled with an incomparable naturalness. "I remember Aunt Maria gave you a silver and copper coin that is similar to a gold coin, right? Can you lend me some? I want to buy some auxiliary props. The towers of the tower should be sold... "

"Huh? That's it?"

Horos replied hesitantly, "Yes..."

Sensing the departure of the fog, Ian's tense nerves gradually relaxed. After dealing with his simple-minded companion, he couldn't help thinking about what kind of magic the fog that could only be vaguely sensed came from, according to his unusual With a sense of talent, ordinary lamp-level magicians should not only perceive a little blurry existence like this.

Passing here, it should be a flame magician of the hallucination system.

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As an illusion flame-level magician who would be spotted by an apprentice magician for some reason, he was enveloped by the fog of illusion, and the magician who walked through the crowd was dressed in a black mage robes that tightly covered his whole body. His hood completely concealed his feminine and beautiful face, except for the silver-white hair that could be glimpsed by chance.

Xiali did not care about the secret conversations of the apprentice magicians who were also called by the Mitta. He entered into the dark hall as the headquarters of the Mitta. This was the first time he was invited to the highest level led by the master of the Mitta. In the secret meeting, he was just running around as a newcomer who has not yet been fully trusted, even if he has been regarded as a genius second only to the master of the secret tower, Wilton, and the future star of the secret tower.

After the former star of the future fell halfway, the name that seemed to carry a curse fell on him. Whoever made him the master of the tower said that he is the most likely magician to break through to the star. Woolen cloth.

The well-known genius of the secret tower is not so good. Just look at the ending of the spiritual magician who is called the second master of the secret tower and was personally taught by the master of the secret tower. Inside the tower, the sniping of genius is absolutely not missing.

But Xiali, who has been recognized as a madman by Rhein, is not afraid of those dark hands full of jealousy. He is indeed the first person under the lord of the tower. If possible, he is the most likely successor of the tower in the future. The existence of the crown of the tower of secret tower, as long as he can break through to the star, as long as he can kill the strong and invulnerable master of the tower.

Xiali walked into the room where the Mitta was used for the development of the parliament. A simple and complicated long table was placed in the same dark room. The exquisite candlelight dangled the surrounding seats. Except for him, the other seats were all There is already a master, and dozens of secret sights are cast at him.

"Sorry, sir, I seem to be late." Xiali ignored all kinds of inquisitive or malicious sights, and only expressed his apologies to Wilton, Lord of the Tower on the main seat, and he went to the only vacant one. Sit down in that seat with a natural and casual posture.

"Now that everyone has arrived, let's start today's meeting."

Wilton, the lord of the tower, didn't care about Xiali's behavior. After all, he himself knew Xiali's reckless character. What he cares about now is other matters, which are the content of this meeting.

Wilton glanced casually over the flame magicians of the secret towers below with his violet, clear eyes. His sitting posture was solemn and inviolable. At first glance, the noble-born secret tower master took him back. Examining the line of sight, and said in a tone with a little smile:

"I know that some of you did not agree with the instructions I gave, and during the time limit for summoning the members of the secret tower, I did some small actions to delay the time... so that some of the magicians who were released from the secret tower failed to meet the time limit. Enter the tower group within."

Although his words carry a soft smile, they make people feel cool for no reason. Some members of the parliament with guilty conscience barely keep pretending to be nonchalant, but if they look at it from other directions, But they could easily find the uncontrollable trembling above their bodies, and the master of the secret tower sitting at the top could of course easily see the aura of fear pervading the troublemakers.

"Of course, I am not going to punish you at this time, so please feel relieved for the time being."

No one dared to respond to the false words of relief from the Master of the Mitta. Everyone knows that even now he will not punish the people for these bad things, but after this incident in the Mitta, they will not be able to escape the violation of compulsory instructions. Heavy punishment.

The reason why they dare to appear here, instead of directly defecting to far overseas, is just that this incident is so big that they can make up for their mistakes and use some to make up for the mistakes in exchange for the survival of their own apprentices. For this group of magicians It's also a bargain for them.

The Lord of the Tower of Myrtle tapped the armrest of the seat with his finger and smiled leisurely. He also secretly promised this exchange behavior that everyone in the audience knew well. In order to guilty and meritorious service, they will be the most defensive combat power in this battle. .

"This time our Mitta's action was to obtain the throne and crown for the Three Queens of Christon in accordance with the wishes of the Three Queens of Christon. What our Mitta can obtain after success is to completely replace the position of the Holy See and become Christon's only one. Theocratic organization." Wilton issued an extremely ambitious mandatory order this time, "This time the order requires the number of people, all members of the Mita...all need to follow my command."

The flame magicians below were a little restless, and a member of the council finally couldn't help but whispered, "I'm blunt, Lord Wilton... Even if we can replace the Holy See with the support of the new king, it will not be able to offset it. A war has dealt a major blow to our secret tower. Every magician seed is precious and should not be lost in the war where others profit the most."

"Replace the Holy See as the theocracy?" Another female magician also lowered her voice and said, "Does this make sense, sir?"

"I can understand your worries, but now I can only tell you one thing... If my plan goes well, the biggest beneficiary of this war should only be Mitta and only me."

Wilton did not explain to the members of his organization in detail. His expression is eternal solemn and arrogant. In the eyes of everyone, the Lord of the Tower, who is indistinguishable from the gods, slightly opened his hands to them, and his words seemed to be Throwing a bomb on the calm lake caused an uproar.

In this meeting room, the mysterious and silent wizards have been hanging their heads slightly. They looked up at the uncrowned king who uttered blasphemous words on the main seat, and Wilton seemed to Already seeing the ending, he explained to his followers:

"Our Mitta will eventually transform into a theocratic organization that replaces the Holy See, because we will soon be born a new god, a new **** to replace the **** of mankind..."

"What do you mean, you will become a god?" Xiali, who had been watching for a long time, put his hands on the long table at will. Even if he heard this arrogant speech, his tone did not change, and he still did not rush. Asked, "And after this war, you can rely on some kind of gain to replace the **** of mankind who has entrenched the continent for countless years?"

"Not so fast."

Wilton shook his head slightly, but he did not deny some of the information in Xiali's words after all.

"According to my plan, it will take up to ten years."