Age of Adepts

Grim had temporarily settled down at the Goblin Chamber of Commerce.

Through Goblin Supervisor Thor's local connections, he began to covertly investigate the abusive witch's whereabouts.

The Goblin Chamber of Commerce under the Crimson Family might be red-hot and prosperous in the middle of the continent, but in the territory of the powerful Sorcerer's Association, it could only keep a low profile with its tail between its legs.

With Tor's seniority, he could at most only come into contact with the 2nd tier of witches locally. Who else would take a group of foreign gnomes who came from out of town and had no local roots in the area seriously if there were Association Sorcerers one tier higher.

To be honest, without the blessing of the Crimson Family Emblem, I'm afraid that most goblins would face great danger and discrimination if they wanted to walk in the world of witches.

However, as Grim was thinking hard about how to approach the fearsome and sadistic witch, an exquisite invitation had appeared in front of him.

"You are the Grim Witch, aren't you?" A middle-aged male wizard wearing white robes with two silver crossed auras tattooed on his chest looked indifferent as he bowed at Grim.

From the scent, the other party was a 2nd rank wizard.

"You are?" Grim frowned slightly.

"My name is Leo, I am a subordinate of Lord Olivia, and I have been instructed to deliver this invitation to Your Excellency on Your Excellency's behalf!"

"Olivia?" Grim's eyes narrowed as he smiled lightly, "It seems that your Sorcerer's Association has done a good job with its intelligence, even investigating my main purpose for coming here. Tell me, what are your plans?"

"My lord is also eager to meet and exchange ideas with a strong foreigner like you, so he has held a welcome banquet at the Blueberry Manor in the hope that Your Excellency will be able to attend..."

"Time?"

"In three days..."

"I see, reply to your lord! I will attend on time..."

Leo nodded, bowed again at Grim and also turned around and retreated.

Hearing the other party's footsteps inside the corridor outside fading away, Grim tapped the exquisite invitation with his hand in blue letters on a red background, and the deftly floating words on it immediately distorted and swirled, projecting the face of a beautiful witch.

"You are Grim, aren't you! Whatever the purpose of your desire to visit me, it's time we met. Remember, in three days, I'll be waiting for you at the Blueberry Lodge in the Ais Mountains, so come if you dare!"

After a brief sentence, the projection disappeared, and the energy scent on that invitation dissipated without a trace, turning back into ordinary paper and ordinary words.

"Chip, how about it, did you capture the other party's soul scent?"

"Drop, the force field protection attached to that projected message just now cannot collect the soul's breath. However, a portion of the sorcery fluctuations were collected, and are being analyzed in depth..."

"Drip, the analysis process is complete....

Target: Olivia.

Gender: Female

Rank: Intermediate 4

Profession: Elemental Shaman (initial mastery of the laws of gravity).

Talent: Magnetic Pulse Physique

Base Attributes: Strength: Unknown Agility: Unknown Physique: Unknown Spirit: >42

Voodoo equipment: unknown

Fighting style: unknown

Attack skills: unknown

.........

"

Seeing the series of unknowns in the chip stats, Grim had to shake his head and sigh under his breath.

After all, the Crimson Family's rise to power was too short and short, its roots were still very shallow, and apart from still having some influence in the Scattered Tallinn, it was almost a blank in several other regions. It seemed that it was also necessary to properly cultivate a special intelligence agency within the family for spying and understanding the basic information and data of the three major wizard organizations.

At the very least, the Goblin Chamber of Commerce here wouldn't even have slightly more detailed information on that Olivia if they were usually a little more attentive.

Well, it's time for some sort of division of the several forces within the family by function!

...................

Three days later.

In front of a beautiful manor built on the edge of a huge mountain range, a strange wind dragon flapped its blue-white wind wings, drummed up a whistling hurricane, and slowly landed on a lakeside clearing.

A light soft robe with a handsome and clear face, Grim stepped onto the ground with his dragon wings, and Billis, who was shrouded in black robes, followed inch by inch.

More than a dozen strange-looking eagle-like witch beasts had already docked in this clearing, and now suddenly sensing the unique awe-inspiring air of the dragon bloodline, they trembled in fear and crawled on the ground, not daring to move a single bit.

Several of the female apprentices who were in charge of greeting were also shocked by the awe-inspiring sprinkling of the 3-step Wind Dragon, and they couldn't help but retreat, their faces appearing pale.

After Grim jumped off the wind dragon, he made a move back, and the huge wind dragon with a head and tail length of over twenty meters immediately vibrated, rapidly transforming from a scaled and distinct entity into a strange wind element, before being absorbed by a crystal clear elemental nucleus in a strange whistling sound.

After absorbing all the wind elements, the elemental nucleus transformed into a rainbow into Grim's palm, and the light on it faded away, regaining the nucleus's original appearance.

"This is probably Your Excellency's original Demonic Puppet Crystals, right? It really is amazing, and also much more powerful than ordinary summoning magic cores... I must purchase a few from Your Excellency sometime to study the mysteries within!" A handsome looking young wizard strode in, looking at Grim with a smile on his face.

"His Excellency is?" Grim scanned the other man, and the chip quickly determined a lot of things based on the hint of sorcery leaking out of the other man.

Chapter 3.

The difference of one step was the disparity between heaven and earth, and it would be difficult for the other party to retain their secrecy in front of a high-ranking sorcerer even if they were careful and restrained.

"My name is Towne, I am one of Lord Olivia's men, and I am here to receive Your Excellency on Your Excellency's orders. Now that His Excellency is here, please follow me! My lord has been waiting for you for a long time..."

With that, this Towne wizard bowed and led Grim and Billis towards the entrance to the manor a short distance away.

Before approaching the manor, the melodious and cheerful sound of music was heard, with the sound of a woman's delicate laughter and the crunch of clinking wine glasses.

The interior of the manor was already a sea of joy.

In an expansive open-air hall, an exquisite pool fountain was in constant operation. A bowl-thin spring water spurted out from the bottom of the pool, presenting an illusory and mesmerizing scene under the ever-changing colored light.

Along the pool to set up a small statue, now also in the music under the command of the rapid activation into a strange and beautiful small creatures, chasing frolicking in the undulating fountain. In the center of the pool, a beautiful and enchanting mermaid is leaning on a reef, with a thrilling singing voice chanting a beautiful song that is difficult to understand.

And there was a long wooden table by the pool with an assortment of food and alcoholic beverages on it.

A well-dressed sorcerer and nobleman smilingly held a glass of wine, or gathered together in groups and whispered, or gathered around the edge of the pool to enjoy the performance of the mermaid, or hold hands with each other to step off the dance floor where dancing ... ...

Grim swept his eyes around and found that the banquet's guests were mainly witches, and even those wearing noble clothes had some kind of elemental air about them. Obviously, they also had the qualifications to be a sorcerer, but had left the ranks of sorcerers for other reasons.

As for their strength, they were also mostly 2nd and 3rd rank, and all of them were smart and capable, acting like they were specially selected elites.

Grim and the two of them were led by that Towne across a meadow, around the fountain venue, and within a slightly quieter flower hall.

There, the Olivia Witch, who was dressed in a palace dress and had a calm and composed appearance, was waiting quietly.

"My lord, please come in." Towne smiled, "As for this lord, he should be the Billis Witch, right? We might as well take a tour of the anteroom, where there are many friends looking forward to meeting you!"

Billis the Worm Wizard didn't move a muscle at the news, and waited until Grim gave an imperceptible nod, before he turned and followed the Tonnish wizard to the antechamber.

For some reason, when he arrived here, the surroundings suddenly became quiet and elegant.

Although the sounds of the antechamber could still be heard, they seemed to have suddenly pulled farther away, drifting and having an unrealistic feeling.

The huge flower hall was filled with all sorts of strange green plants, including ornamental green roses, blueberries, purple sunflower and other plants, as well as carnivorous magic plants like the human face flower, smiley face mushroom, and seaweed... However, no matter how terrifying the magic plants were when they encountered the 4th rank witch, they could only remain quietly there, acting as if they were tame and obedient.

The Olivia witch, who was carrying a flower shower with her skirt, was quietly and elegantly watering them.

The green magic plants were swaying their strange bodies, covered with thorns and tentacles, shaking off their water droplets like tame puppies.

The witch wasn't wearing shoes and socks, and was walking around in the mud with her white feet exposed.

Lured by the powerful and rich scent of flesh and blood, some of the magic strains had apparently lost their minds and quietly pulled out a root from the mud, quietly extending towards those fair and pink feet.

The roots swam like a small snake, stretching to the perimeter of the feet with the help of the cover of the soil.

The first thing you need to do is to take a look at this.

But just as the root was a hair's breadth away from touching the witch's feet, an invisible and strange aura swept over it. It was as if it had been crushed by two invisible boulders, and all the stalks, branches, roots, and vines were crushed into an unrecognizable puddle of green mud....

The fetid smell overflowed, and all the magic strains were frosted, huddling up at the same time, gathering up their roots and vines, unable to help but start up like a terrified child.