Dressed As a Magic Jellyfish [Western Fantasy]

With the dozens of other magicians who seemed to want to enshroud themselves under black robes and prevent others from noticing any of them, Mo Ye's extremely calm and pure white color appeared extremely dazzling.

Even if she just sits casually in an inconspicuous corner, she cannot be ignored. On the contrary, the closer she gets to the dark, the brighter and brighter she looks like a bright moon, which makes the magician next to her seem invisible. Human culvert mouse.

Probably the Lord of the Mitta had also told other magicians about [Snow Mountain Goddess] before, so when he once again warned the magicians who were sneakily trying to cross the boundary, everyone curbed their thoughts and just didn't let Mo Ye found a chance to stab the head to stand up.

And the meeting doesn't seem to have officially started yet, she came in time.

Under the swaying yellow candlelight, the shadows of everyone behind them were dangling and elongated, like twisted ghosts.

In the silent and weird environment, even if she can't use her mental power, the perception above the Mo Ye star can tell her that the only flame magician she knows is Alina, who has had a relationship with Colin. Two flame-level magicians of Zhiyuan.

There is no Xiali.

There is no possibility that the puppet that has taken his life back.

Only the lord of the secret tower resides high on the seat.

The avatar he used at this time is still the avatar of the young boy who seems not too old but should be considered the strongest. The dark robe is draped over him, close to his hair, and smiles slightly for him. The green face added a shadow that seemed to be mysterious, but under this shadow, his violet, clear and wise eyes were still bright and deep.

He knocked on the table suddenly, and the crisp sound rang abruptly in the silent room, and instantly attracted everyone's attention.

"Since your Excellency is back, let's start."

Is the Master of Mitta waiting for her?

Mo Ye immediately realized this, which means that there will be an extremely important task in the next meeting that can even be handled by her, although this can only be played by her, is it because the risk is too great, even the secret tower The Lord himself was not sure, so he pushed her as a useful tool...

Well, this possibility is very high.

It seems that the Secret Tower Lord does not intend to introduce newcomers to other magicians, but this is also normal. The existence under the stars does not need to be looked at. They only need to follow the orders. Let a star magician introduce another star magician to a group of flame magicians...

This approach can only be regarded as an enmity.

Next is the strategy of Mitta going forward.

The Lord of the Tower of the Tower made it very simple, only need to control a few important hubs around the Rhine, and then send the three queens into the Kristen Palace, let her take the throne of her father is enough.

Regardless of whether she wanted to cut the grass and root out or stay as a human being, this was not what the master of the tower was interested in.

People who are not royal families will be cursed by the gods if they dare to attack the royal family, but if they are the royal family with the same inheritance rights, they will not be troubled by the curse.

So Cirio took advantage of this loophole, and the blood of the Seventh Queen Liya was flowing in his body to successfully kill all the Pele royal families.

"Christon has not been able to hinder our existence, whether it is the Holy See, His Majesty the King, or the God of Humanity...neither."

Speaking such almost arrogant words, the Mita Master gradually reduced his smile, his eyebrows were slightly gloomy, and his tone was cold:

"However, our King does not seem to intend to capture it with his hands. He dispatched the Hand of Destruction, which has not appeared in more than 30 years, this secret organization controlled only by the King."

"All of you present, except for the pillars of the secret tower and the lords who have been with you for a long time, should have no knowledge of this organization, but after we lost seventeen flame magicians, we should also have an understanding of them. Right?"

"Their abilities are not important. Even if they are both Flame-level magicians, they are no better than our secret tower, but their death is always accompanied by a curse."

"Even if it's just a light-level magician or apprentice magician, the curse that comes with his death can easily kill a flame-level magician, and even wipe out the existence of a star level like mine— —"

There was no sound in the meeting room, and everyone was listening.

At least Mo Ye clearly perceives that the female magician who is a gap from her is trembling unconsciously, and she is afraid and afraid of something.

In such an event that requires a large number of flame-level magicians to be dispatched, Mitta has always sent two magicians to accompany him, and this lord, who is afraid of the hand of destruction, should face the scene of his comrade being cursed and tragically killed. .

It is even possible that in that battle, the enemy's apprentice magician wanted to get close to her like a lunatic, regardless of injury or death, trying his best to die in her hands, wanting to cut off a flame-level magician——

There were still quite a few magicians who had experienced this kind of almost horrifying scene. She heard some magicians breathe a lot harder, as if they had PTSD.

Perhaps they would rather have a deadly battle with other flame-level magicians than experience another scene where no matter the enemy's casualties are heavy or unscathed, only they will die... They can come back alive, just because someone died earlier than them. .

"But it's not a big problem."

The main voice of the Tower of Miscellaneous changed: "The number of people in each generation of Destroyer Hand is not too large. At least in the past few decades, most talented people have been included in the Tower. The number of Destroyer Hands is this time. Under the raid on the various hubs controlled by the tower, there shouldn't be much left..."

Hearing this, even the breath of relief sounded one after another. Mo Ye could hear it with only her ears. Since she could hear the voices of these people as if they were letting go of their burdens, it was impossible for the Lord of Mitta to be ignorant. Up.

He frowned slightly invisibly, and looked around the high-levels of these secret towers. The few magicians who were not afraid of the hands of destruction were just lucky and didn't run into them.

"But..." he continued slowly.

"And but...?" someone below couldn't help but murmured, this sound appeared extremely clear in the empty and silent room, so clear that the master of the tower stopped his words and looked over there. Everyone was there. To see him.

At the center of the focus of his sight, the man stiffly lowered his head a little bit and lowered his head to his chest, like an ostrich who deceived himself. He didn't know how he came out! He just thought about... just think about it!

Shouldn't let him come!

Xiahart turned her head slightly, secretly annoyed, and slowly turned her head to the other side away from her companion, pretending that she didn't know this guy at all.

When is this, he is still like this, although she herself is used to the appearance that Sisi is always out of state, but the other people in Mita will not indulge him like her, hope that Lord Wilton can forgive him...

Xiao Shi's punishment is not a big deal, but if it is more serious, a punishment that is too serious for her to accept...Xiahart's fingers tucked in the black robe's wide sleeves quietly squeezed.

No one can touch Sisi.

Not even Sir Wilton.

"Rude," a certain magician whispered.

"Don't be rude in front of Sir Wilton!"

"It can be so rude on this occasion..." After a certain magician said this, the scene suddenly fell silent for a while.

"...Worthy of being a commoner-born magician."

"Poor background and poor character..."

"How does that kind of talent appear in this kind of person."

Is this a personal attack...

When they judged the magician whom she had a relationship with, but the focus was skewed, Mo Ye noticed that several of the magicians present had stopped the same dissatisfied and critical words, and faintly responded. They became hostile.

It seems that Mita also has such an argument as pedigree theory.

She noticed that the Lord of Mitta looked at Sisi with his eyes as if he was evaluating something. Soon after, he knocked on the table again with his fingers, and said in a low voice, "Shut up."

With only two words, they suppressed the tit-for-tat in a room.

"Don't be rude in front of the distinguished guests, this matter will be postponed."

He looked around coldly, and then said, "Go on."

Xiahart slowly relaxed her squeezed fingers, and the elements on it that did not know when she was closing also disappeared, and she straightened up again as if nothing had happened.

And Sisi also understood that he had stabbed a basket, he closed his mouth, and clamped his tail under the malicious gaze of other magicians, as if he were a quail.

"But..." He looked at Sisi who had just interrupted him, then slowly moved his gaze away and looked at everyone here, "The magicians cultivated by the Destruction Hand are not their killers. They are secretive. The son is."

"No one knows what the Hidden Son is, I don't know. He doesn't seem to exist in this world. He is not wind or air, or even human beings. Only when he kills a person can this world Leave a trace of a person being killed."

"There used to be a flame-level magician with the ability of [Prophecy] in the Mitta. He predicted before death that he would die by the hands of [The Hidden Son]." The master of the Mitta seemed to be telling an absurd story or strange story. He also appeared in this story or strange story.

"On the second day he made this prediction, he died in the mage tower that he set up many levels, and he died in front of me, but I didn't find any traces at that time. Whether it was elemental or spiritual Force, or other signs, there was nothing, even the air circulating in the tower did not cause even the slightest chaos."

"Only the hole in his heart that was suddenly penetrated."

"The Hidden Son is the killer of the Destroyer Hand, because the magician was targeting the Kriston family because of his private vengeance. After the Destroying Hand's magician has been unable to assassinate him, the Hidden Son appeared and killed him."

Having said that, he closed his eyes slightly, ending his memories of having more than enough energy, "Although the location of the tower is not exposed to the outside world, the hidden child is a great threat. He reappeared and killed him. We have a total of ten flame magicians and a royal priest from the Holy See, and those who have died still have nothing on them..."

He opened his eyes again, and Violet’s eyes were full of solemnity and coldness: "This time the Destruction Hand was dispatched because of the king’s dying counterattack. Therefore, whether it is the Destruction Hand or the Hidden Son, their main goal is secret. The magician of the tower, and the imperial priest who was killed by the Hidden Child, should have only suffered a disaster."

"We can't just sit and wait. Before the Hidden Son finds a new opportunity, send the Three Queens to Christon's throne. All that will be solved."

"But no matter how fast we are, we can't be as fast as the hand of destruction hidden in the palace, so..."

He finally looked at Mo Ye slowly.

I knew it!

Mo Ye cursed secretly, this kind of extremely dangerous work was entrusted to the Snow Mountain Goddess who did not know the world, and he himself hid well.

Obviously his body is not placed outside, do several avatars need to be so nervous, or if something goes wrong with his avatar, the body will be damaged accordingly?

"Can you please? We will find a way to deal with the magicians in Hand of Destruction. Please drag the Hidden Son in the course of our actions. As long as you make a big disturbance, he should be hooked. That priest of your majesty, you should be able to do it easily..."

The Lord of the Tower looked at Mo Ye, he smiled and said:

"Please, Lord Mo Ye."