Winlington, northern suburbs.

Arcane Tower.

Jerry stood respectfully in front of a man wearing a black hood, wearing a black robe, and covered in a cloud of black smoke, like a wizard.

"So, Raschel found you and gave you a warning?" the wizard-like man asked in a low voice.

"Yes...yes, yes."

"You didn't tell him who we are, and how did you contact us?"

"Absolutely not, sir."

"Very good." The man nodded: "Tell me about Purple Lori."

"The relationship between Shuiglair and this song and dance troupe is definitely not as rumored by the outside world. The girls there are not afraid of him, on the contrary, they even long to see him. Of course, on the surface, they have made a lot of gestures. I have been trying to get a way to contact Shuiglair from the leader Clarice, but after testing it a few times, I found that they might not be able to contact him on their own initiative. So we probably have to use the methods that Rasher used to force him out."

"You are not qualified to make suggestions. We will naturally make a decision on how to deal with the next thing. You will go back now and stay in the ensemble. You don't have to do anything, just wait for our instructions."

"Yes, yourselves." Jerry lowered his head and retreated step by step.

Watching Jerry leave, the man slowly removed his hood and showed an old face like a bark, but it was an old man. He took out a crystal ball from his arms, muttered and chanted a long and strange word. These words came from his mouth and turned into physical words, falling into the crystal ball one by one, and flashed away.

He raised a finger, and a little light flew out of his fingertips, landing on a candle. The faint fire reflected a faint light from the originally dark room, dragging a long black shadow behind the old man.

"You are here, Cappuno." The old man suddenly spoke in the room where he was the only one.

"As for your call." Another person's voice echoed in the empty room. What's amazing is that the source of the sound was actually a shadow from the old man's ground. The shadow seemed to be alive. After twisting for a few times, it actually left the old man's body and stood up alone.

Shadow took a few steps and came to the old man:

"What happened? Your Excellency Cage, you actually asked to convene the committee immediately." Shadow asked, shaking her body.

"Let's talk about it when they come too."

"I've arrived." A black bird flew in from outside the window and actually spoke.

"And I." The flames of the candle suddenly surged, and a strange human face was generated in the fireworks. The flame monster looked around and frowned in dissatisfaction: "Elwin is late again."

"Hey, don't say bad things about others behind your back, Bode. I'm not like you, speed is not my strong point." A golden beetle crawled out of the corner of the room, flapped its wings, and flew to the candlestick to fall.

The old man in the room raised his hand: "Enough, Alwin has just been promoted to a level seven mage. His strength cannot be compared with you. It is understandable to be slower."

The shadow of nothingness, the strange face of the flames, the black bird and the golden beetle no longer make any sounds.

"So, Mr. Cage, is there anything about that teenager who convened such an urgent committee meeting? If so, the matter on the Assassin League has been done, although I don't think they can bring any help to us." said Shadow of Nothingness.

"What we need is not help, but an organization or individual that can take the responsibility of killing the teenager." The old man said flatly: "Of course, it would be better if they could provide us with some more information."

"I still insist that on this issue, Mr. Cage, you are a little too worried. That boy doesn't have that much energy." The golden beetle flapped its wings and replied.

"I don't think that Mr. Cage is too worried. The committee must contain Shuiglare. This boy either dies or never appears." said the flame strange face. "The boy inherited part of Electra's legacy, which is very troublesome. He may not be the one who changes the situation now, but the future is not accurate."

"But it shouldn't be in this extreme way, we are not butchers." The black bird jumped out of the window and said.

The Void Shadow immediately said: "That's why we warn him in this way, but I doubt whether he can understand what we mean, or whether he will accept it if he understands it.

"If you can't understand, kill me. Don't forget that we and Shue Glair have both personal grudges." The flame monster face reminded everyone.

"I never think that Malit's death is a bad thing. This guy ruined half of Royo and threw the entire empire into injustice. His fierce temper didn't look like a magician at all. He was too stupid to do things." The golden beetle said sarcastically, and it seemed that he was inconsistent with the flame monster's face.

"That's right, maybe you're the only one among us who should thank Souigra, because without him killing Malit, you wouldn't be qualified to enter the committee and be one of them." The flames sneered.

The golden beetle jumped up angrily: "Do you want to insult me, Bode? If that's the case, you succeeded, you have successfully angered me and aroused my anger."

The old man suddenly turned around and said, "Enough, gentlemen, I'm all old, don't make noise like two angry children!"

The golden beetle and the flame monster faces were silent again.

Void Shadow coughed softly and said, "I don't think we need to discuss the decisions we have made. Shueigrail either stay silent forever or die, it is not a personal grudge and has nothing to do with Malit's death. Armitage is right, we are not butchers, but we will kill people when necessary, and many people will kill. The dignity of the magician cannot be desecrated, and the status of the Arcane Tower cannot be shaken. If Shueigrail does not know the truth, we will take action to solve him. I guess this is not only the meaning of the Winlington Committee, but also the common meaning of the magicians in all the Arcane Towers of the entire North Continent and even the three continents."

"That's right, Capuno." The old man nodded with satisfaction: "I just received this morning, the Frank Empire, my old friend, he hopes I can do him a favor."

"Is it that old Bernardin?" asked the black bird.

"It's him. Guess what he wants me to help him?"

"Finding Seoiglare?"

The old man laughed: "It's killing, not finding. Please pay attention to this difference. We don't need the boy to serve us, his knowledge, his technology, and he doesn't need him to change anything here. As Cappuno said, this is the common will of all magicians, without border restrictions... Magic has no borders!"

"So there is no need to discuss this issue."

The old man looked at the golden beetle, and the other party obviously had already agreed to this fact.

So he spoke again: "Then next, we have to see who is the appropriate action agent for us. What do you think of Raschel? This will become the main discussion of tonight's meeting."

"That little agent?" The black bird shook his head: "A little clever, Mr. Cage, how could you think of him?"

"He already knew that Jerry had a new master. Although Jerry did not tell him who was involved, with his wisdom, he could easily guess who in this country was qualified and capable of doing such a thing without ignoring the emperor's orders."

"Rashel is indeed a talent, but he lacks enough action."

"But he is undeniable that he is a talent. If the singing and dancing troupe cannot help us find Souigra, and Souigra refuses to pay attention to our warnings, then Rasher is still the best candidate to help us find Souigra."

"But he will not accept our assignment, he has given up any action against Shioiglair."

In the room, everyone was arguing with each other.

The old man lowered his head and pondered for a while before saying, "I think we can solve this problem."

“How to solve it?”

"Parget, that earth warrior. As long as he dies and makes Raschel think it is related to Shuiglair, he will find Shuiglair at all costs."

"I agree."

"I agree."

"I agree."

"I... agree." The golden beetle hesitated for a moment and finally agreed.

"So what? Let's take action?" asked Xu Wuying.

"No, we won't take action. On this issue, I personally tend to keep a moderate wait and see." The old man replied: "Rashel is responsible for finding Soiglair, and as for taking action... there are others."

"who?"

"Church." The old man replied.

"church?"

The room became lively again.

"How could the church take action?"

"Shuyglair may be valuable to anyone, but it does not mean to the church. The church cannot use the puppet to fight. They only need the Holy Knights, and they do not need any other combat power."

"Although the Lance Empire has been trying to cover up the fact that Shueigra is a soul mage, the church is not deaf and blind after all. They are not so incompetent. But they have not made any moves so far. This is enough to illustrate the problem, and they are not interested in Shueigra."

The old man waved his hand: "That's the past, not the present. The news I just received was that a Saint Knights had left the Grabis Mountains, leading Hamilton, with a population of about a hundred, heading straight to Winlington, in the name... to celebrate the birthday of the Emperor of the Empire."

"Hamilton? He actually sent this madman?" The golden beetle jumped on the stage a few times, showing his shock.

The old man said coldly: "You know that if it is a birthday celebration, then the person who came should never be Hamilton. The only meaning of this guy's existence in the world is to eliminate dissidents for the church. I am sure they came for Shuiglair. As for why there is such a change in attitude, I think this is understandable. The church does not care about alchemy, but the impact it has. In this regard, they are the same as us. Shuiglair...he has indeed shown his ability to influence that he should not have."

The jungle of the Rilegula Mountains.

Xiu Yi lay lazily on the ground, feeling the breath of the wind, and adjusting the movement of the fighting spirit in his body.

This period of practice has made great progress. Although he has not yet broken through to Level 6, he can already touch the threshold of Level 6.

The higher the road to advance, the harder it is to go. The speed of being able to enter the bottleneck period in such a short time is already very fast. For Xiu Yi, if he breaks through to level 6, he is just short of the last shot.

At this moment, the communication crystal in my arms fluctuated.

Xiu Yi didn't need to look at it and knew it was Buckler.

Sure enough, this rude and powerful man faced Xiu Yi with a serious face: "A good news and a bad news, which one do you want to listen to first?"

"Let's hear bad news first."

"Your little lover group is here."

"My little lover group?" Xiu Yi didn't react at once.

"Purple Lori Song and Dance Group, they entered Winlington."

"Oh, Brian, you bastard, who told you that it's from my little lovers group?"

"Don't deny it. According to known news, there are at least three women in there who have had sex with you. Lilith is very dissatisfied with it. She thinks you are flirting with everything. So she decided to give you some colors when you come back."

"I'm still young and full of energy." Xiuyi shrugged.

"It may be more appropriate to change your energy into the other two words." Barkler smiled strangely.

"You are such an old hooligan, Brian." Xiuyi also smiled helplessly: "Lilith's anger... Well, it's indeed bad news, but I can solve it, what about the good news?"

"We investigated the Golden Dragon Club and found no information about the rewards to assassinate your client. Instead, we accidentally found a clue in the Purple Lori Song and Dance Group?"

"What clue?"

"Rashel went to find the boy named Jerry. My guy didn't dare to get too close, nor did he use the scout bee, so he couldn't hear what they said, but it seemed like a quarrel. My guy vaguely heard it seemed like Rashel asked the guy to give up something, but was rejected, and the boy ran away. My guy didn't dare to chase after him."
To be continued...