Age of Adepts

"My lord, the delegates have all arrived and are awaiting your grand entrance!"

The portal at the far end of the hall opened, and Meryl, the other ruler of the Crimson Family, walked in wearing a tailored, soft silk witch's robe and bowed behind Mary.

In the past, they were good sisters who talked about everything, but as Mary's power increased step by step, the huge gulf of power between them also made their relationship to be subordinate.

With the Crimson Family's high quality resources, there was no problem in pushing both Meryl and Emelia to the throne of a 4th rank witch. But the family's power can only stop here, every small step above the 4th level is extremely difficult and long, and it can't be achieved by simply accumulating resources.

The two arrogant women were obviously full of confidence in themselves, so while they were busy with the complicated family affairs, they made time to work hard to sharpen and enrich themselves.

Their current ranks were not high, Meryl was only 3rd rank senior and Emelia was only 3rd rank intermediate, but their potential for future development was very considerable.

At the very least, they all had the confidence to advance to rank 4 on their own!

This, too, was an attitude that they would be able to achieve even more in the future.

This was because according to the past data, only witches who advanced to the 4th rank with their own power had a chance of climbing to the peak state, while those who piled up purely on resources throughout their lives would be lucky to climb to the 4th intermediate rank.

"Since the time has come, let's go down together!" Only then did Mary withdraw her gaze, turn and look around at the two women, give a slight jaw and lead the way out of the hall.

Waiting outside the hall were all Crimson senior executives.

Standing at the forefront, no more than 1 meter tall, and wearing a fine and stiff dress was that Gnome Great Sage Cappy. As the goblin patriarch who had followed Grim for the longest time, it had already lived for over three hundred years, which translated to a human lifespan of over eight hundred years, creating a record for the longest lifespan in the entire goblin race.

Despite having many quality resources, Cappy's strength was still stuck at 2nd stage Advanced unable to advance an inch. As a result, it was already nearing its life limit and was aging rapidly.

However, even so, on today's momentous day, it still wore the magnificent dress that represented its highest glory and bowed before Mary.

"Congratulations master...congratulations master...Cappy sends you his greetings!"

Cappy, who was bent over 90 degrees at the waist, nearly fell to the ground if it wasn't flanked by two young goblin maids for support.

Mary swept over it, sighed with a slight jaw, and waved her hand to spill a surge of blood into Cappy's body.

Immediately Cappy's spirits were a little better at a visible rate

"You're on your own! Take care of your body...," Mary stopped to instruct, then turned her attention behind Cappy, "Locke, you're in charge of Cappy today, so don't let it get too excited!"

With that said, only then did Mary raise her steps once again.

That Goblin Locke was already a 3rd rank Crimson Sorcerer, and his status in the family surpassed Cappy and the other Goblin nobles.

When he heard Lord Mary's command, he immediately waved his hand and drove away the two goblin maids, personally assisting Cappy to follow step by step behind this tough mistress as well. Of course, their order of precedence had to be after Meryl and Emelia.

Those Crimson executives who were originally scattered in various corners and chatting quietly gathered over, bowed to Mary and then joined the ranks one after another.

Blood Knight Solus, Split Brain Sock, Worm Witch Billis, Blood Knight Winsal, Blood Elf Mage Issa, Blood Elf Magic Archer Lelia, Ice Maiden Xuef, Rage Witch Sophia, Forest Demon Ava, Old Fox Winlier, Head of the Bloodstorm Crew Duhira Lazare, Dragon Man Zacha,....

After all these years of growth and development, the number of Crimson 2 and 3 level witches has expanded to over 300. And the sorcerers who firmly held the top positions of Crimson had been replaced by a number of new blood, but the Crimson Seniors in front of them still retained a considerable position in Mary's eyes.

It was only with the phasing out of the years that some of the Crimson Elders had withered away, and the field was missing the demonic goblin leader Gunga, the goblin Tigure, Medusa Dana, the scorpion lion leader Daka, and the wind witch Desera.

They had either died of old age or from otherworldly exploration or sorcery experiments over the past few hundred years and had disappeared forever.

The banquet hall was located on the seventh floor of the Witch Tower.

When Mary stepped in with the Crimson top brass, thunderous applause and cheers immediately resounded within the venue.

The crowded Crimson witches clustered at both ends of the red carpet, clapping enthusiastically and cheering loudly. And when Mary, in full costume, came to herself, they all stroked their chests and curtsied in greeting, their smiling faces filled with a sense of happiness with the glory of the occasion.

As she walked through the crowd, Mary nodded frequently to both sides.

Most of them had never seen the legendary Blood Queen Mary before, but it didn't stop them from cheering for themselves, for their families, and for the bright future of the academy.

Particularly mixed in with the crowd were a number of strange faces from the secondary plane, ranging from humanoid giants, dark elves, bestial beings, trolls, red stone dwarves and gnomish dwarves, to the bizarrely shaped light folk, flower elves, stone walkers and half-dragons.

The Light Folk are a strange race that feeds on light, with flesh and blood and skin around their bodies condensed from the element of light. They were simply born light casters, able to freely cast all light-based abilities.

The light abilities have a lot of power additions in illusions and healing.

Flower Elves weren't flower spirits, they had similar names, but they were two magical creatures with very different natures. Flower elves have a green body with two pairs of light cicada wings on their backs. Although they are only about half a meter in size, they are extremely ferocious, with poisonous claws and teeth, and can fly quite fast.

Therefore, as sentinels or assassins, Flower Elves were also quite a difficult magical creature to deal with!

Stone Walkers are a strange life form between life and earth, and their location consists of rolling hills and mountains.

Stone Walkers are born with the ability to walk through the ground and have mastered many earth abilities, making them good prospectors and ambushers!

Half-Dragons were the descendants of the Dragon bloodline that had been combined with humans or humanoid races, and those who had inherited the power of their father's Dragon bloodline would awaken their corresponding bloodline abilities.

Although it was difficult to cultivate such half-dragons to a high level, they were natural born Demon Warriors with dual cultivation of magic and martial arts. Once integrated into an army it would also be a good offensive and meat shield force.

As for the best of the half-dragons, they were even the best candidates for high level sorcerers to recruit to act as thugs or bodyguards.

After all, half-dragons were known throughout the world for their loyalty as well!

Of course, in addition to that, Mary also saw some indescribably strange forms in the welcoming crowd. For example, a sorcerer that resembled a soft mud monster, a centaur sorcerer, a sorcerer that resembled a sunflower that could walk freely.......

It had to be said that after introducing foreign students from the secondary plane, the racial gene pool of the Horton Witchcraft Academy had really been greatly inflated.

After passing through the crowd, she stepped onto a large platform with ten steps, on which there were already many representatives from all directions waiting for Mary.

The first thing Mary saw at a glance was the 4th stage Thunder Lord Ames, who had already transformed into a human, and accompanied by her was the Emerald Dragon, Aretina, who had also transformed into a beautiful girl.

Behind them, ten brawny men with bare heads and green skin gathered together and were gesturing at the various sorcery decorations on the walls and domes of the banquet hall, looking like they were salivating over them.

Mary didn't have to get close, she could tell just by the scents that were leaking out that they were all 1st and 2nd rank green dragons using shapeshifting and disguise.

Seeing Mary, Ames's thick voice immediately shook the heavens.

"O Mary, you've finally come, I've been waiting for you for half a day with my little brothers..."

Mary's eyebrows furrowed, and as soon as her appearance was set, a powerful and inviolable aura quietly diffused throughout the room.

That Ames' face immediately stiffened, while behind him Aretina hurriedly came up sidling his arm and pulling him along with her to bow to Mary.

The ten 'humanoid green dragons' also rushed to the wrong side of the salute.

"Ames, I'm glad you're here, come with me!" Mary smiled faintly as she meandered past the other man's side.

The amus scratched his head in annoyance and whispered to Aretina, "Did I say the wrong thing again?"

Aretina gave him a dirty look and whispered in a hateful voice, "Human witches will want to save face, and you must show plenty of respect for Lord Mary!"

"Respect..." immediately Ames' face fell and he said angrily, "It's not like she can beat me, so why should I respect her? Well, if it weren't for Lord Grim's sake, I..."

"Me what me, shut up now. You're not going to say a word today!" Although Aretina was only 3rd level, her natural intelligence made her understand more about the habits of witches than Ames, so this was the only way to keep him from making mistakes.

After crossing over to Ames, Mary walked straight towards the corner of the platform.

There, a large group of undead spell casters in black robes gathered together, clustering around the infamous undead witch demon in the middle, Kangonas.

As a powerful undead witch demon that could be compared to Grim, the fact that Connors was able to take the initiative to come out and participate in the festivities of the Horton Witchcraft Academy undoubtedly showed the Academy's powerful background and network from one side.