Law of the Devil

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(Chapter 3 arrives today! So tired...)

Chapter 526

Speaking of Magicians, Dewey hasn't been here in a long time.

His relationship with the Magic Union has been rigid since Dewey created the Magic Society, created the "spirit of sharing” and broke the Magician's monopoly.

In the Magic Guild, he had only one friend, the old lunatic who invented the broomstick, Master Eriko.

Today Dewey came to the Magic Guild not to visit an old friend, but to meet the Magic Guild president, the old fox of Jacob Doug.

After three years of farewell, Dewey returned to this magnificent six-mounted building and looked at the glorious magical flame on the square, the raised tall lamp pole, the wide square, the aura of majesty...

He walked into the Six-Mountain Building looking at magicians and magic apprentices walking back and forth in black or gray robes.

There is also a ground floor lobby surrounded by magic layers that once interested Dewey, selling all sorts of magic materials and customizing all sorts of magic items.

When Dewey walked in here, he wore his black magician robe and his magic badge... and as soon as he walked in, a lot of people recognized Dewey.

But Dewey can clearly feel that the eyes shot around him, 89 out of 10 are not very friendly.

The establishment of the Magic Society and the Magic Academy, while breaking the tradition of monopoly of magicians, broke the tradition of bringing a teacher with him several apprentices, oral tradition. That spirit of successful sharing of research is more conducive to a culture of magic - but don't forget that there are always some stubborn conservatives in any world, in any era.

Magicians, undoubtedly, are the old-fashioned crowd of the sexes. Among magicians, although there are many who call Dewey's creativity good, the spirit of sharing within the Magic Society is also supported by many magicians.

But here, in the Magician, this is the home camp of the Conservatives!

The look of hatred that came from around him, undoubtedly, was filled with hatred and hatred for this young boy, who destroyed the ancient tradition of the sorcerer for centuries! This damn kid, he doesn't even know how to respect tradition!!

“Uh, excuse me, how do I get to see Mr. Chairman? ”

Dewey circled around casually, holding onto one of the corners of the Mage Apprentice in a hurry.

The man who was caught by Dewey was obviously a little nervous and hurried away from Dewey's hand, as if he was afraid of something infectious on Dewey's hand, and looked at Dewey with some hostility.

Dewey couldn't help but laugh.

He certainly doesn't know how to get to the union chairman.

On previous occasions, magic formations have been adopted to enter the interior of magic unions. But every time someone took him in. Those magic arrays were set up by special means —— of course, with Dewey's skill, hard entry was not impossible.

But he didn't come here today to get in trouble.

Looking at this person caught by himself, he stared at himself with disgust, and Dewey sighed, knowing that he was afraid he would not get an answer.

At this time.

“Oh, what a surprise. I can't believe you're here.” A pleasant and familiar laugh came from the front, and Dewey set aside those around her and looked away.

Indeed, an old acquaintance appeared.

Clark, the guy who almost became Dewey's magic teacher, the guy who made Dewey no magic gift theory, the rare Necromancer in the magic union, slowly walked out the corner of the hall.

He seemed to walk through the wall, but none of the people around him were surprised.

Dewey knows that, obviously, there are many secret passages in this building of the Magic Union that he doesn't know about.

What reassures Dewey is that this long-time Clark magician has not been as hostile to himself as anyone else. On the contrary, the smile on his face was friendly.

Clark certainly wouldn't be hostile to Dewey, because he leaned on Dewey and made it to the top of the Magic Union's internal deacon step by step!

“My little friend, how did you get here?” The Clark Mage approached with a smile and pulled Dewey's sleeve: “In fact, you haven't walked into the door of the Magic Union in almost three years. ”

He laughed happily, but apparently the words were less simple.

“Don't forget, I'm a magician too.” Dewey held his chest still and made the magician's badge on his chest stand out a little.

Clark Yiwei glanced at Dewey complexly, smiling his face undiminished, and led Dewey to the other side of the hall.

On the way, Clark finally lowered his voice: "Dewey, you shouldn't be here. ”

“I feel it.” Dewey touched his nose and smiled bitterly: "There seemed to be hostility all around him. ”

“You've ruined the magician industry's centuries-old tradition.” Clark sighed: “Although I personally have no prejudice to your behavior, but... what you need to know is...”

“Magicians are mostly strange and radical people. I understand.” Dewey giggles.

“That's not pleasant.” Clark frowned: “I'm also a magician. ”

“I request to see Mr. Jacob Doug.” Dewey was straight forward. He understands that the Clark Mage, who stands before him, is now a high-ranking member of the Magic Union. As a deacon of the Magic Union, he is responsible for most of the day-to-day operations of the Magic Union.

Clark stood still, and he looked seriously at Dewey: “You know, we knew you were coming when you first stepped into this building. Magic unions are big, but every corner is under magical surveillance. ”

“I know." Dewey nodded.

“So you know not… here, a lot of people hate you and even want you dead! And... you are a magician, you should also understand that even imperial law cannot protect you if there is a magic that hates you and offers to fight you for a magician's rule and kill you while you have the chance! Your Duke status doesn't protect you any more! Neither the law nor the royal family cares about the magician! ”

Looking at Clark Mage's serious expression, Dewey still didn't seem very good, just nodded: “I know too.” But after a pause, he laughed and asked Clark: “Are you saying this to me… a threat? ”

“Of course not, just a friendly reminder.” Clark sighed.

Dewey took a quick glance at the magician's badge worn on Clark's chest. It's turned into a golden straw badge.

This is the symbol of the Eighth Mage.

“Oh, I almost forgot to congratulate you on your promotion to Grand Mage.” Dewey laughed with good intentions.

“Thank you, I would also like to congratulate you, Duke of Magic and Martial Double Cultivation.” Clark is quiet.

The two flew to the corner of the hall between two columns embedded in the boulder wall, and Clark twisted a disc on the wall.

Then, just as Dewey first came to the place, they crossed the Magic Array and entered the inner building of the Magic Union.

Likewise, through the gates guarded by those dreadful magician law enforcement teams, we ended up inside the Magic Union... under that tower!

What surprised Dewey was that two people came under the tower and met an unexpected person!

A skinny, skinny old man, dressed in a white magician's robe, with an incredibly long snowy beard almost sprinkled on his knees, but apparently the beard was carefully trimmed and cleaned to look very neat.

And this old man, with a gentle smile on his face, is a good old man.

“Oh, Dewey!! ”

Unlike that gentle and benevolent image, the old man saw Dewey and said something like a lion roar, like a honking bell!

That loud voice was like screaming a broken throat, but this old man, as if he didn't know it, walked over, stretched out his skinny hand and pressed it on Dewey's shoulder: “I haven't seen you in a while! Looks like you've grown up and grown up. ”

Nearby, the sound almost smashed Dewey's ear.

But Dewey's face didn't seem impatient at all, and he kept a respectful smile: "Dear brother, it's been a long time. ”

That's right... he's right, it's "brother”!

The old man in front of him, the late Gandalf White, is now the oldest and most senior apprentice in the Magic Union.

Ernest, the 9th Grand Mage, is also an important senior-level monster in the Magic Union.

Of course... Dewey won't forget that her own teacher, some ear and back problems. He has not forgotten that when he carried out the magician examination himself, this funny old man looked at himself with a smile. Whatever others said, he shouted in front of himself with a smile: “I will take care of you, I will take care of you...”

Clark is the deacon of the Magic Union, but when he sees this senior-level old monster, he bows his head to salute him.

However, Archmage Ernest did not even look at Clark in the corner of his eyes, he just patted Dewey, he had a problem with his ears, as if he still hadn't heard Dewey's greeting, still yelling at Dewey like that, "I'll take care of you! Boy, I'll take care of you! ”

Dewey couldn't help but laugh.

“Master Ernest.” Clark chuckled: “Mr. Chairman is waiting for us...”

“What did you say?” Ernest rolled his eyes and looked blind.

Clark's a little impatient, but how dare he show his face? I can only repeat helplessly: "Chairman! Sir, wait! We!!! ”

He even said it a few times, as if Ernest on the back of his ear had just heard it. He nodded and waved his hands: “Go, boys. Dewey, remember to check on that guy Elliot, this old lunatic, he's not feeling well lately. Alas, people get old, there's always all kinds of problems. ”

Dewey's heart is pounding!

He knew that these old monsters, like magicians, one guy with a lot of power, would never get sick on a weekday. And these antique-like old guys, if something goes wrong with their bodies... I'm afraid...

“Go, go, go.” Ernese suddenly smiled at Dewey, then, with his honky voice like "Hung Zhong”, ignored the look of the Clark Mage, but said to Dewey in a profound way.

“Careful, Dewey boy. Careful. Some people hide knives in smiles. ”

Side by side, Clark's smile became weird.

Dewey moved, looked at the old man with a very frank smile, and then Dewey smiled silently, not much to say, walked into that tall magic tower in the Magic Union with Clark.

Standing under the tower, Ernest and the others' backs disappeared into the gate. The gentle smile on the old man's face suddenly disappeared and his cloudy eyes revealed a deep concern, looking up at the sky.

The sky is clear, the sun is red, the clouds are wide and the sun is shining.

But Inés suddenly sighed. Clearly it was a clear sky, but the old man mumbled: “This day is going to change...”

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Unexpectedly, when he arrived at the top of the tower, the floor owned by the president of the Magic Union, Jacob Doug, the president of the Magic Union, the leader of the magician of the mainland, had sat on the soft chair of the visitor and placed two bitter teas with the scent of medicine on the table in front of him.

Clark respectfully withdrew after saluting Mr. President, and Duvi came to Yago Doug.

As in the beginning, for three years, the president of the magic union did not look old at all, and his eyes remained as sharp as those of an old fox.

“Tell me, Dewey.” Jacob Doug's silver hair was meticulous, pointing to the chair in front of him, indicating that Dewey sat down, and then he opened his mouth straight. Although the tone was quite calm, the content of the conversation would never be friendly!

“Tell me, Dewey, what am I gonna do with you? Should I think of you as a friend? Or... enemies! ”

His eyes were calm, but full of oppression.

“You're supposed to be our friend, because the Magic Union has helped you a lot.” Jacob Doug sounds like he's hiding a sharp prick: “But you seem to have done a lot of things that hurt the interests of the Magic Union. So, are you a friend or an enemy? ”

Dewey didn't answer that question, although he was surprised that the old man, who was so deep in the capital, would suddenly say it so bluntly.

Dewey shrugged and smiled: “The only thing I can answer for you, Mr. Chairman… I am also a magician. ”

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Three chapters are finished. [These words below are not counted words.

When I finished chapter three, I felt like I had two heavy, hateful cervical headaches in my head, and I missed that young and healthy me two years ago! That day, after seven chapters, I was able to go out and drink with friends at night!

I'm an easily excited person, perhaps because I'm Type A Blood plus Leo. Um, emotional.

Sometimes I get pissed off by some unwarranted attacks and scolding in the book rating area. But slowly, I found a way to calm myself down.

Later, when I saw those bad words, I would open the subscription data sheet in the author section, look at the number of subscriptions behind each chapter, look at the monthly ticket data, look at every collection, every click, every recommendation ticket...

And I said to myself, "Look carefully, these readers who follow you, they're still there for you, you don't have to worry about the clowns, you just have to be accountable to them.

In my view, those are not boring data, but a living reader.

Yes, that's how I comfort myself.

The other day I revealed that the starting annual championship prize was a low-end car, and I said a few jokes about "drooling," which should be obvious, I was joking.

I don't want a car, and I don't mind going out on the subway or taking a taxi or squeezing a bus.

All I want is a “champion”, a "champion” itself! This is it!

My favorite star is Robert Badjo, who has been Mr. Football and unfortunately never won a World Cup championship in his life.

What I'm trying to say is, a lot of people probably think that dancing is so red right now, and a lot of people can't even play "10,000 years of dick," and you're greedy.

But this is my personality, if I can compete first, I am definitely not satisfied with second!! Otherwise, so many NBA millionaires won't struggle for a championship! Nor will Badjo leave behind that shadow of despair in '94, when the World Cup was lost - even though they had already succeeded. For what? For a “champion”!

Of course, I'm a tiny writer, I'm not a giant star, but I also have the “champion” I'm after...

Monthly ticket annual championship!

That's right, I pull the monthly ticket, it's a tough one.

But I don't pull tickets by mouth! I'm with my finger on the code word!

“Hard work, loud tickets.” That's what I do!

And you can't lack one of them!

So, I'll do my best to write the code word.

At the same time, I will ask you what you deserve to know and say:

Please, please give me your monthly votes!

Thank you

Dance.