Sign In: Becoming A Great Spell Deity Starting From The Magic Academy

Inside the Royal Palace.

The old king sat under the throne, and Prince the spirit sat down by the side.

In normal court meetings, the king would not speak even if he was present, and Prince Ling would always preside over it.

“How’s the investigation going?”

The king asked Magistrate Shishal, the judge below.

“Your Majesty, please forgive the incompetence of the minister. We haven’t found too many valuable things for now. According to our restoration of the scene, the person who shot must be a fake Ultimate Mage. There are a total of twelve people left. We suspect…they are all fake Ultimate Mage, but they have nothing to do with the undead.”

Hishal hurried to the ropeway.

“What?”

The king had a look of astonishment on his face.

Others present were also amazed.

Twelve pseudo Ultimate Mage?

Where did it come from.

All the fake Ultimate Mage in the temple has been cleaned up by that mysterious mage.

As for the other four transcendent powers, the kingdom has already sent people to be vigilant, lest incidents like the temple happen again.

Where did these twelve suspected fake Ultimate Mage murderers come from?

From outside Central Plains?

It is very possible.

After all, Central Plains is not completely closed, and it also has contact with the outside world, especially the countries of the Western Regions and Elf Race.

“In any case, find these twelve men who dare to kill our magician of Faro, and must be enemies and not friends!”

The king said solemnly.

This kind of terrifying and strong archmage hidden in the dark is too great a threat to the Faro kingdom.

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In a blink of an eye, a year has passed.

The 25th year of the king’s reign.

The king’s health deteriorated sharply and he could no longer get out of bed.

However, the current Faro Kingdom is stable, and Prince Ling has gradually cultivated his subordinates, showing a very high political ability

This year, Wei never went out again After that, I either accompany Leiluo to practice magic in the library every day, or accompany the king.

This day, Leiluo sat in a chair and read a book.

The weather is a little gloomy.

Ai Luo sat quietly on the ground cultivation, he had successfully broken through the level of Elemental Mage.

His cultivation speed is not as fast as Wei’s, but it is fast enough. Wei’s rapid progress is because Leiluo has given her a lot of cultivation resources, and Wei and the royal family are working hard to cultivate her behind the scenes. There is no shortage of magic potions.

On the contrary, it is Ai Luo, the effect of magic potion is very weak for him, even if Leiluo has the intention to cultivate, he can only be at this speed.

But it’s better to be slow, so that the foundation can be firmly established.

Compared to other people, Ai Luo is just a paper man, and the foundation is a very important thing.

It’s okay to be slow.

Anyway, the most important thing for cultivation in the library is time.

“Hey, Faro’s generation of wise men is finally coming to an end.”

Leiluo put down the book in his hand, looked up towards the direction of the palace, sighed.

He got up and walked into the library, tidied up his clothes, and went back to the door.

At this time, an old mage wearing a red robe came over quickly, “Leiluo, Your Majesty wants to see you, come with me.”

Leiluo did not speak, just followed The old mage moved towards the direction of the palace.

The old mage was walking faster and faster, but Leiluo seemed to be at a moderate pace, but he didn’t seem to have fallen at all.

At this moment, the old mage realized that the seemingly ordinary Leiluo turned out to be a hidden magic expert.

Even more powerful than him.

He was no longer neglectful in his heart. .

Although I don’t know why Leiluo would rather be a young student sweeping the floor and spend his whole life in a place like the library?

After arriving at the palace, there are people inside and out. Except for the mages, maids and healers,

there are people from the royal family, and there are ministers… Obviously, the king is dying. People were summoned to give their dying instructions.

Leiluo didn’t wait, just went in.

Many people present were very curious.

Because they never met Leiluo.

How can a lowest level gray robe mage be qualified to enter such a situation?

The person who can get the last meeting with King Faro is either the person closest to him, or the most important minister, General.

Entering the inner hall, Leiluo saw Princess Wei who had been wiping her tears, Prince Ling with a pale face, and a sad queen… As soon as Leiluo came in, they all looked over. .

“Senior, my Royal Father…”

Princess Wei came up, tears rolling down like pearls.

“Leiluo Senior.”

Prince Ling also nodded slightly towards Leiluo.

Over the years, because of the need to learn to deal with government affairs, Prince has not come to the library many times, and he still shows respect to Leiluo, the Senior.

“I have seen the queen, His Highness the Prince, Her Highness the Princess.”

Leiluo bowed slightly.

“Your Majesty wants to see you, so hurry in.”

The queen said softly.

Leiluo nods, and then walks into the inner room, where there is no one else.

After all, it is an interview one by one, the king must say some intimate words, impossible to let others know.

On the bed, the king lay quietly on his back, eyes closed, his hair was white, and he looked extremely old, like a candle that was about to go out, and could die at any time.

“Your Majesty.”

Leiluo came to the bed and called softly.

“Leiluo, you are here.”

The king opened his eyes, turned his head slightly, and looked at Leiluo with cloudy eyes, as if he was reading.

Leiluo did not speak, but looked at the king.

“Dispel toxins for me, extend my life, save the entire Faro kingdom, save my daughter, and destroy the temple… It should be Leiluo you.”

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After a long time, the weak voice of the king rang again.

Leiluo did not speak.

“Leiluo, you don’t have to speak, you don’t have to deny or admit it, I just know what I have in mind.”

The king continued: “At that time, my Royal Father was assisted by Mosiri archmage. Forty-three years in office, Faro’s country is stable and stable, and the people are happy, and in my twenty-five years in office, although there are many twists and turns, I have finally made it through, all because of you, my luck, Faro. “

He took a breath and his voice became even smaller, “I can’t do it anymore, I can only leave it to Ling’er. He looks like me, but I know his personality is too arrogant. With me pressing, maybe I won’t go the wrong way, but when I leave, he is a runaway horse, and no one can predict what kind of situation he will bring to the Faro Kingdom.”

” Leiluo archmage, I have one last request, if he goes in the wrong direction, please give me a hand.”

The king opened his mouth as if to breathe fresh air, and the feeble voice grew louder. Hastened up.

“This, this is the first and only will I have given you.”

His bone-like hand grasped a bright yellow scroll and held it up. up.

He widened his eyes, as if to see Leiluo clearly, with a trace of endless anticipation.

Sure enough, the king really saw it, but never said it.

“Your Majesty, the minister will follow the order.”

Leiluo looked at the king deeply, sighed in his heart, and ended the scroll.

A smile finally appeared on the old king’s face, and then his hand fell weakly.

With a faint smile on his face, he died…

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