"Delflenger Sava" looked at the people walking not far away, and Artolis gradually frowned.
The other party did not come alone. He was followed closely by two attendants. He held his chest out and put his hands behind his waist, which fully reflected the noble master's temperament. When the scholars communicating in the hall saw Delflenger on the stage, they were all affected by his temperament and couldn't help but retreat.
He is obviously just an intermediate enchanter, Artolis thought, meeting the other person's gaze without fear.
"Hello Miss Grandpup, I'm glad to see you here." The other party bowed and treated Artolis with standard aristocratic etiquette. It was a very polite greeting, but after the other party finished speaking, his tone immediately changed.
"Being able to see you here today, can I understand that you are ready to compete with me?" Because of Steven's matter, Delflenger's words were very targeted, and everything he said was true. Atoris's contempt.
"I just went to the appointment to participate in the symposium..."
"Are you scared?" Delflenger's eyes became sharper.
"Of course I don't mind taking the time to discuss things with you." Artolis said with a smile. It was not a life-or-death contest, nor was it a bet without an escape route. She, Artolis, had nothing she could not afford to lose.
As soon as he saw Delflenger, Stanley became inexplicably angry, but he did not explode immediately. Looking around, he saw the eyes of others leaving at this moment. When he turned around in doubt, he saw a middle-aged man walking towards him with a cigarette in his mouth.
The tense atmosphere made Artolis focus entirely on Delflenger. A sudden hand was placed on her shoulder, making her tremble. Looking back, he saw the familiar Mediterranean uncle smiling at him.
"I've seen Mr. Ferdinand Michael." It was only then that he noticed someone approaching here. Seeing Ferdinand's arrival, Delflenger immediately lost his previous dignity, lowered his head and said respectfully.
As the senior enchanter of the association and the main lecturer of the afternoon symposium, Delflenger's admiration for Ferdinand comes from the bottom of his heart. Of course, Artoris was excepted. In her eyes, Ferdinand was just an old man who stayed in the office all day long. He once said that he would personally teach her the knowledge of enchantment, but so far he has not taught her anything.
Artoris was not that respectful to Phedivan, and this also made Delflenger a little surprised. The other party wondered whether Artolis could not recognize Phedivan?
No matter where you are, if you don't respect your predecessors, it will be difficult to win their favor. This is an eternal truth. This is the case for all human beings, Delflenger thought, and couldn't help but secretly rejoice.
However, what Delflenge didn't expect was that Feidiwen just nodded in approval when he saw him, and instead smiled at Artolis and said, "How is it? What's your impression of the association headquarters? It's shocking enough!"
She didn't expect that Feidiwen would appear at this time, but when facing the other party, Artoris came back to her senses and replied: "It's quite shocking to be on top of the dome, but the people who come here have to be with other people. The association headquarters is obviously much smaller in comparison, and I think if it weren’t for the symposium, it would still be quite deserted.”
"That is the true face of the association." Listening to Artolis's answer, Feidiwen smiled and shook his head: "Enchanting is a boring profession. It is not as passionate as the craftsman who forges the soul. It is not as crazy as alchemy creating the man in the bottle. It is so simple and unpretentious, giving an artifact the attributes of timeliness or eternity, nothing more."
"It's not just that!" Delflenger interrupted Ferdinand: "The scholars' love for enchantment is obvious to all. People say that enchantment is to strengthen a perfect artifact, but I don't think so. Since it needs to be strengthened, how can the object be perfect? In other words, repairing an incomplete thing to its perfect appearance is the meaning of enchantment. But those people failed to understand it. That’s the truth!”
Although she disliked Delflenger, the other party's answer still made Artolis respect him a little. Disliking the arrogance of the other party's aristocratic behavior is not inconsistent with Artolis's approval of his understanding of enchantment.
But Fei Diwen didn't think so: "I say it's boring, it's boring. Can you, an intermediate enchanter who has only been practicing for a few years, understand it better than me?"
"..." Delflenger thought that his speech would be appreciated by Feidiwen, so that he could further attack Artolis. However, Feidiwen's reply made Delferenger, who raised his head, a little surprised. .
Seeing Fei Diwen's resentful and slightly irritable expression, Artolis was also speechless. She stayed in the office researching day and night. It was already good if she didn't collapse. Sure enough, she still couldn't expect this uncle to say anything. Here comes the philosophy of life.
However, Feidiwen's attitude towards Delflenger was quite satisfactory to Artolis. When the conversation changed, Feidiwen looked away from Delflenger and looked at Artolis again.
"What's your plan?"
"Oh, I am of the same generation as Miss Grandpup. Now that we have met, we want to discuss the art of enchantment..."
"Now?" before Delflenger could finish his euphemistic explanation, Fei Diwen asked.
"Well...if Miss Grandpup has time..."
"I don't have time. I'm going to take her away for now. If you two want to discuss it, we can make an appointment another day." Without leaving any room for Delflenger to speak, Feidiwen seemed a little hasty and was about to take Artolis away. .
"Clam?"
"What the hell, the meeting is about to start in the afternoon. If you don't let me have a good rest and be in good condition to attend the symposium, you still want to compare skills?" Fei Diwen glared at him.
"I don't dare, then I'll go and rest." Delflenger was so frightened that he quickly lowered his head.
"That's right." Feidiwen patted Delflenger on the shoulder with satisfaction, and after saying that, he directly pulled the stunned Artoris and left.
"Damn it!" Delflenger gritted his teeth as he watched Artoris leave. He didn't know what kind of relationship that guy had with Feidiwen, so he could be so favored.
I thought that the challenge was inevitable, but when Feidiwen came, he was taken away directly by Artolis. I don’t know why. Seeing the strange looks from the people around him, Stanley frowned slightly, and then stepped up to catch up.
"Is this your friend?" Seeing Stanley following him, Feidiwen asked Artolis.
"Yes." Following Feidiwen, Artolis nodded.
"It's Mr. Mike, I guess. I've heard the name for a long time. To be honest, I am Artoris's apprentice." Stanley said following the footsteps of the two of them.
"Oh? I didn't expect you to start accepting apprentices as an intermediate enchanter?" Feidiwen was a little surprised.
"It's about swordsmanship and has nothing to do with enchantment." Artolis couldn't laugh or cry. When the topic changed, Artolis asked: "Where are we going in such a hurry?"
"You'll know later. Before that, give me your weapon."
