Wengerns was turning around and watching, suddenly hearing what the old mage said, his heart moved and thought that the serious business was coming. He came here because of this task. Now Wengerns really wants to know how the people from the Mage Union will handle their tasks.

Seeing the old mage's eyes shot directly at him, Wengerns stared at the other person with an expressionless face. No matter what the old mage wanted to see from Wengerns' gaze, he would have gained nothing.

After a while, the old mage seemed to have given up and said, "This mission has indeed happened to be quite unexpected. This is also because our mage guild's intelligence has not been handled well. So, you can now complete this task. I announce that you have become an official member of the mage guild."

Hearing this, Wengerns frowned and asked, "Just say that, I can be considered a member of the Mage Trade Union?" The old mage raised his eyelids and said without any emotion: "My name is Ranjir. I am the vice president of the Mage Guild in the Kingdom of Tyer. The Tyer Kingdom Branch is currently in the city of Tyer. Now I am the largest here, so what I say is naturally effective!"

Wengerns didn't care about this, but continued to ask: "This is not right. I just brought an alchemist's dangerous information, and it felt unusual to let the deputy general manager of a kingdom come forward."

Rangier narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Wengerns again, and said, "This is because Dulin is not an ordinary alchemist. The specific reason is that your contribution level is not enough, so I don't need to explain it to you. OK, boy, you have interjected so many things before I finished speaking. Now you just need to tell me your name so that I don't want me to check the task record. By the way, remember, if you have any questions, you will raise it again after I finish your task!"

Wengerns could only express his dissatisfaction in his heart and said, "My name is Wengerns." Similarly, this name made the old wizard look at Wengerns for a few more times. After all, it is really rare to use revenge as the name.

However, this only attracted Langil for a moment. The old mage immediately lowered his head and began to think about other questions. His hand gently tapped the table and asked, "I can give you a follow-up mission here. There is a question about saving Dulin. Do you want to go ahead?"

Hearing this, Wengerns couldn't help asking: "I can't go this mission alone, right? If this is the case, I won't go, and Starling will be difficult to mess with. Although I have offended them now, they won't do anything to me yet. If I run to their old nest by myself, it would be like seeking death."

In response to this, Langil smiled slightly sarcastically and said, "Don't worry, we don't plan to let you go alone. We are very clear about the strength of the Starling Association in Tal City. If you go, you will be just a death. This is an internal mission of our Magisters Guild. I'll just ask you first. This mission will soon be on the guild mission version."

Hearing this, Wengerns continued to ask, "What can I do with it? By the way, I suddenly remembered that I had just come from Dulin's house and was ambushed there. I need healing. The effect of the Vampire Touch is about to pass!"

When Langer heard this, his eyelids twitched, and immediately summoned an invisible servant, saying, "Get a treatment scroll over and notify the search department to go to Dulin's house to see!" Wengerns looked at all this with a smile. He deliberately endured the pain, just to deliberately delay time and tell the situation there later, which was considered to be a complete plan for them.

You know, learning this news can let them know that they are grabbing time and that they need to have more arrangements and preparations before Starling will notice it. It can be regarded as a very important information. I have to say that Wengerns is really evil.

After Ranjir arranged everything, he sat down again, thought for a while, and said, "For you, as long as you participate, you can open all the spells collected by our Magister Guild below level seven to you, and you can copy the spells in half price. As for the others, it depends on your performance in the mission."

After hearing this, Wengerns had to say that he was a little moved, because the spell book that Rong gave Wengerns was mainly necromancer in the late stage, and there were few other types of spells. You should know that even a specialist mage would not only learn one spell, otherwise, the great limitations could completely kill the growth of a mage.

When Wengerns heard what Langer said later, he couldn't help but curse in his heart, "Damn it, it's so greedy and cunning. To copy the spell, you have to make contributions first, and then spend money. The subsequent reward depends on performance. This is to put the bait in front of you, and whether you are bait depends on yourself. In order to get a good review, I'm afraid that those who participate will work harder. In this way, the fierce competition is also conceivable.

But I have to say that giving the spells permission to copy is still very attractive to Wengerns. Although it is only at level seven, it can accumulate contributions at least! Anyway, Wengerns has nothing to do now. So Wengerns pretended to think for a while, and then made a look of suffering a lot and said, "Okay, I agree to do this task."

After hearing Wengerns say this, Langier didn't show any surprise expression, obviously this was within his expectations. Langier continued: "So, Wengerns, do you have your followers? Followers can also participate in this mission, and their achievements can be counted on the mage. After all, a single mage will look too thin to challenge Starling."

Hearing this, Wengerns looked at the old mage in surprise. Seeing the smile in the other party's eyes, he couldn't help but roar in his heart: "Damn, this is revenge, naked revenge. He must have seen that I have no followers, so once this condition is issued, I am the most disadvantageous. You must know that followers are also regarded as part of the mage. Good followers cooperate with the evaluation obtained by the mage are obviously better, damn!"

Regarding this question, Wengerns had to shake his head and admit that he had no followers. The old mage looked very regretful and said, "Oh, it's a pity. If I read it right now, you are a level nine mage, and you don't have followers yet. It's such a pity." But there was no trace of regret in Langil's tone, and it seemed to be a little proud?

Wengerns had to admit that as people get older, they become more cunning. When they get into trouble with them, they can only gain a temporary advantage, but in the end they are still unlucky. So Wengerns is too lazy to say anything else. Langil seems to be quite satisfied with this effect, and he doesn't say anything else, but calmly closes his eyes and rests.

After a while, an invisible servant came over with a serious injury treatment scroll. Wengerns took it and used it directly on the spot. He wanted to see how the effect was. After a golden holy light enveloped Wengerns, Wengerns touched his left chest, closed his eyes and felt it. After confirming that the wound had completely disappeared, he asked Rangier: "The time of the mission, the place of assembly."

"Just tomorrow afternoon, after you come to the Magister Guild, someone will naturally take you to the assembly." After hearing this, Wengerns turned around and left immediately. He really didn't want to stay here for a while. And Wengerns could only pretend that he hadn't heard it.

After coming out, he saw that it was already dark and knew it was almost dawn, Wengerns planned to stop thinking so much. "The mission has been completed. There are so many people going to the new mission anyway, so what to worry about?" However, when Langil's slightly smug look appeared in his heart, he couldn't feel happy, "Forget it, go back and make up for it first, and then go buy something at noon." Thinking of it, he returned to the hotel and fell asleep directly.

At noon the next day, Wengerns went to purchase some scrolls and potions. At the same time, he had to sigh that spending money is like flowing water. Now the money is not enough to spend so many intact gold coins from the dead people in the caravan, and there are so many of them. Wengerns was too lazy to count them. Unexpectedly, half of them were spent in just a few days, which made him heartbroken.

After purchasing supplies, Wengerns saw that it was still early and didn't want to wait at the Magisters Guild, so he simply came to the bar where he came last time and ordered a glass of juice and a lot of meat. He knew that there would definitely be no less physical work next. Wengerns was eating leisurely and observing around, and at the same time, he estimated that this person was doing what he was doing and what he said was bragging. I have to say that he was really bored now.

Just as he was about to check in, a noise suddenly came from beside him. Wengerns threw out the coins on the table and walked over to watch the fun. He saw a big man being pushed out of the door by two waiters in the tavern. One of them said while pushing: "Damn it, why don't you come here to drink if you don't have money? How dare you eat a tycoon meal? We don't care what you used to be. We have to abide by the rules here here. If you want to pay credit, there is no door!"

Hearing this, Wengerns lit up the person being pushed with interest. After recognizing who the person was, he was shocked. It turned out to be the former Paladin Rennes I heard of last time. But then Wengerns figured it out. It was obviously because Rennes didn't make money and only drank alcohol. During this period, he used up all his old foundation. Now he wanted to drink, but after drinking, he said he had no money to annoy the people in the tavern.

After thinking about this, Wengerns was just planning to continue watching the fun, but suddenly he had an idea and walked over and blocked the other three. Seeing that it was a wizard and it was not easy to offend, the waiter laughed and said, "What's wrong with this guest?"

"I'll pay for his wine!" After saying that, he threw a few silver coins over. The waiter quickly grabbed the money, "The more he will count his future wine money." Wengerns continued. After getting the money, the waiters naturally would not say anything and left directly. Seeing that there was no fun, the rest returned to their table with a little regret.

Renn opened his drunken eyes and looked at Wengerens and said, "Boy, I don't know you. Why do you pay for me? I can't burp up."

Hearing this, Wengerns guessed that the other party was not really drunk. The man was probably just a kind of spiritual paralysis. However, he was too lazy to say it and invited him directly: "You do something with me, and with your force, the debt will be paid off naturally!" Hearing this, Renn stared at Wengerns tightly and asked, "What are you asking about choosing me? And think I will agree?"
Chapter completed!