The great magician Julia Winter has a dignified and calm attitude, and her temperament is even more difficult to ignore.
She has an absolutely superior appearance.
Her long, satin-like white hair was tied up high, and her azure eyes were gleaming under the dim light.
The Great Magician Winter often appears in public, and he is favored by most civilians not only because of his appearance, but also because of his polite manners, and he is not too arrogant.
And that's not the only point.
——Anyone who sees this gentle elder who is a senior figure even among magisters, regardless of whether he truly knows her terrifying strength, will have an instinctive sense of respect in his heart.
This perception is more like an invisible spell. Because being loved seems to be a special gift that Winter was born with, something that has existed since the first time any living mage laid eyes on her.
"With all due respect, if we all feel that it is better to remain silent, there may be hidden dangers in allowing things to stagnate here because of some old grudge."
Like a kind teacher persuading his disobedient students, Winter's eyes were calm and determined, scanning everyone present in turn like a spring breeze.
"Lucifer looks calm, but actually does a lot - many of the abilities revealed are compromises made to test us. I think I am not the only one who knows this, you should understand it better than me."
Only she can rely on her own connections to have the qualifications to examine all magisters in such an honest and fair manner, taking it for granted and leaving nothing behind.
Although there are only seven people present now.
——Only those who care about the issues will usually go to temporary magister meetings. The time is tight and the discussion is not yet time to really start.
There are also many people who are stuck on the scene and pigeon spirits among the magisters.
Della also broke the deadlock and spoke, looking at Winter with a complicated expression, "...Roglides' words also make sense. Having ideas does not mean being cunning, but we must also be vigilant."
"So, what you're saying is that King Lestus may be planning something big, and we all got together to control him in time - or to just finish him off right there?"
The words of the great magician Caradel of the Denton Kingdom were too straightforward, causing the center to become silent.
Viswold Carradelle.
His seat can be called "three non-touches", no one comes close to him, no one comes into contact with him, he looks like a solitary guy, but in fact he is a genuine great magician.
He is a vampire mage who has emerged in recent years. He won the dispute over the position of the Grand Mage of the Kingdom of Denton and recently occupied this position.
At the last gathering, the Great Magician of Caradel was still an ordinary member of the Magisters - although his strength could be said to be powerful, this race was rarely seen at Magister gatherings, but it never represented the identity of the country. major.
But not now.
Weiswold has extremely pale, almost anemic skin, and his pupils are like breathtaking black whirlpools, with no bright color visible outside the whites of his eyes.
Judging by his appearance alone, Viswold Carradelle is a fairly typical vampire.
For such a guy, it is difficult not to make ordinary people tremble in their hearts even when they are calm, wondering whether he will suddenly show his fangs and thirstyly suck out the blood surging in people's bodies.
——With such external characteristics, Weiswold can almost directly sell his portrait to popular science books, and it is not an exaggeration to directly use it to popularize the common characteristics of the vampire community.
It's just that the great magician's abundant racial characteristics... may be used in the wrong place.
After saying the shocking words, Weiswold smiled casually, showing two canines on the left and right.
"Well, don't be so serious. I'm just talking casually - I also know that the king of Lestus is not that easy to mess with, and I shouldn't say that."
Weiswold takes good things seriously and dares to admit his mistakes.
The gloomy temperament and oppression inherent in the vampire race were immediately swept away, as if it were just an illusion.
Weiswold, who started talking like this, looked more like a dazed boy, probably a silly boy who gave himself vampire makeup just for fun.
This is not the case. He was truly a vampire and everyone knew it.
Caroline's temples twitched hard and she mocked, "You also know you can't say this!?"
She really didn't understand why such a guy stood out among the fierce competition for the position of the great magician in the Denton Kingdom.
There are very few magicians among vampires, and very few even delve into magic. On the contrary, mages are regarded as aliens.
Because they are born with unique racial abilities, including skills that most mages have to work hard to understand.
There are countless legends about vampires, and the fields covered by their skills are also rumored so wildly that there is almost no conclusion at all.
The vampire clan is famous for its mystery and almost never leaves written records, perhaps because they themselves are walking "history books".
In addition, their own lifespan is also endless, and they do not need to rely on becoming mages to make themselves active longer.
This is somewhat similar to the Dragon Clan.
Demonic dragons often do not call themselves mages, and few will get involved in magister gatherings. This is precisely because their own research on magic is instinctive, and what they really rely on is their own power.
Both races regard magic as a dispensable and convenient external thing, and vampires are even less dependent on magical power than dragons, whose physical strength is reduced due to changes in appearance when they take on human form.
But Wiswold is a weirdo.
He not only studied magic, but also worked diligently to become a magister; he not only specialized in esoteric magic, but also focused on the simplest attribute magic.
Weiswold smiled brightly, turned his head, and asked Winter mercilessly.
"So let's make a hypothesis. If the Kingdom of Crowley really has a special purpose, let the Kingdom of Lestus overthrow. Senior Julia Winter, what do you want to do?"
Weiswold tilted his head and blinked his left eye, showing an extremely colorful expression.
"If Denton and the Cole Kingdom next door have helped, do you think we will sit back and watch the Crowley Kingdom occupy the territory and resources of Lestus, and then rush back to us to act recklessly?"
The idea is extreme, but the words are crude but not crude.
Weiswold, a vampire, is used to living alone. The unique lifestyle of a vampire also keeps him away from people, and he happens to not receive help from Winter.
He is one of the few magisters who has never owed Winter any favors. He is a complete outsider and can naturally confront her head-on without restraint.
Even if you take one bite of a senior, the great vampire magician
Winter frowned as Weswold suddenly pressed forward step by step, but he had obviously expected this situation.
She sighed helplessly.
Winter focused her gaze on Quint, who was sitting next to his daughter with his hat brim lowered, as if seeking his approval.
Seeing this, Quint's expression changed.
But he also knows the facts, pros and cons.
Although his expression was ugly, he still glanced at Della, and sighed when he saw that her daughter had already turned her attention to him when Winter signaled.
Then Quint nodded.
So Julia Winter made the final decision and looked at everyone levelly.
"If I say, I am about to relinquish my duties as the Archmage of the Kingdom of Crowley and will no longer serve the Kingdom of Crowley. And I swear on my soul and reputation that the purpose of my presence today is consistent with the ambition of the Crowley royal family. If there is no connection, can we get a chance for normal discussion?"
