The thing about me being a knight

Chapter 13 Magicians Association

The next day, when the sun had just left beams of light through the woods, Ron and Steve had already set off for the Magic Association in West Semia.

After a day of recuperation, Ron has recovered better. Except that his skin is slightly pale because he has not been exposed to sunlight for a long time, no one knows that his body is much stronger than ordinary people.

[One-Three Exercises] Absorbing the energy in the space all the time, these energies are constantly strengthening Ron's body after being cultivated through the operation of the meridians, and continuously providing vitality to his heart. This is what he has always done. I have never felt refreshed.

Ron and Steve headed down the main road.

It was spring, and the weather was not too hot, but within a few hours' journey, the city of West Semia could already be seen from a distance.

The city of West Semia is not a big city.

It is built on the mountain, and the houses made of gray-white rocks extend up the hillside layer by layer like grids. These houses made of gray-white rocks have oval roofs, and the roofs are painted in different colors. Looking from a distance, it looks like a flower growing on a mountain.

On the wide plain halfway up the mountain, there are contiguous pointed buildings and flat-roofed houses.

Ron and Steve didn't stop, and walked straight to the Association of Magicians after a brief inquiry from the soldiers at the city gate.

Although the city of West Semia is only a small city on the edge of Colin Province, but it is close to Sunset Forest, the city also has a unique flavor that distinguishes it from other cities.

And the inside and outside of the city are more like two worlds.

Walking into the city of West Semia, people suddenly became crowded. Although Ron had seen more, bigger and more prosperous capitals in his memory, this was the first time he had seen such a city with his own eyes.

He looked around curiously. The bluestone-paved streets, the bustling stores, groups of mercenaries holding various weapons, the sound of buying and selling, talking, and shouting, constituted the bustling Cisse in Ron's eyes. Mia city.

Ron followed the crowd all the way to the Magicians Association. Originally, he thought there would be fewer people, but as the Magic Association got closer, there were more and more people. He was a little puzzled.

He didn't feel relieved until he saw the [Mercenary Association] not far from the Magicians Association.

[Mercenary Association] should be the most widespread and most numerous non-governmental association in the world. No matter which city you are in, you can definitely find it.

Ron had no intention of visiting, so he walked straight to the Wizards Association.

Compared with the Mercenary Association, where people come and go, the Magicians Association is much quieter. It is built with blue-gray rocks as a whole, and the black minarets are outlined with golden color embellishments. The whole building is solemn and full of mystery.

Ron sighed, and walked up the steps.

"Hello, I'm Ron from the Devonhill family. We're here to find Master Otto, the president of the Wizards' Association. We've already made an appointment with Master Otto. Please pass it on to me."

Ron said to the guard at the gate of the Magicians Association, after all, he has not yet become a formal magician, so naturally he will not break the rules and directly enter the Magicians Association. At this time, he represents not only an individual, but also the German The Hill family.

"My lord, please wait a moment, I will report to President Otto right away." Before the guard at the door turned around, a cold voice came from the Magic Association.

"Master Otto is busy with official duties and has a distinguished status. It's not just a matter of just saying your name and meeting with someone, right?"

As soon as the words fell, a handsome blond man came out of the Mage Association. He was expressionless, wearing a moon-white mage robe trimmed with gold. He had a green tree badge pinned to his chest. On the top of the badge, pinned Four golden stars.

It is a fourth-order magician, a yellow-striped magician!

Ron was a little baffled and didn't know what happened.

"My lord magician, I don't know what your name is. I am Ron from the Devonhill family. We are invited to visit Master Otto, the president of the Wizards Association. This is our letter to Master Otto. Yours You can take a look."

Ron motioned for Steve to take out the correspondence with Otto, but the magician in front of him didn't seem to want to read these at all.

"I am Vincent, the fourth-level yellow-striped magician, and a student of Master Otto." Vincent looked at Ron and said coldly.

"Ms. Otto didn't inform me that I have a visitor today, and these are not Master Otto's handwriting at all. What do you want to do?" Wen Sen's face turned cold, and a strong magical wave erupted instantly on his body.

"I can give you another chance to tell the purpose of your coming to the Mage Association."

Steve still wanted to go forward to continue explaining, but Ron grabbed him by the hand and whispered in his ear: "Grandpa Steve, there is no need to explain anymore, it's useless, I think he... should be I came here on purpose to find fault."

Ron narrowed his eyes slightly. In the past ten years or so, his family has basically had nothing to do with magic. If it wasn't for the magician Ron and him who passed through, maybe he wouldn't have stepped into the field of magicians at all.

He doesn't know this magician named Wen Sen, and there is no conflict with a powerful fourth-level yellow-striped magician, so which side is behind this magician?

The movement of the Magic Association was quickly discovered by the mercenaries on the street. These were a group of guys who were afraid of chaos. More and more mercenaries surrounded the door of the Magic Association.

"Isn't that the fourth-level yellow-striped magician Vincent? What's so tense?"

"Who is that young man standing at the door?"

"Looks like someone named Ron."

"Have not heard."

"Maybe it's a small family, how could they conflict with Vincent?"

"The young man named Ron wanted to find Master Otto, but Vincent said that Master Otto had no visitors today, and insisted that Ron had other plans."

"I can't justify the reason. This is the Magic Association. Who would come here to trouble Master Otto?"

The mercenaries surrounding the gate of the Magicians Association had different opinions, but no one stepped forward to mediate, and they all watched the excitement in unison and tacit understanding.

"Master Vincent, since you are a student of Master Otto, you must be very familiar with Master Otto's handwriting. If you take a closer look, we do have an appointment with Master Otto."

But Vincent didn't listen to Ron's explanation at all, and he continued: "I've given you two chances, and you have been obsessed with it, so don't blame me for being rude!" break out.

Tier [-] wind magic, [Bone of Wind Cross]!
The super-large cross wind blade composed of countless small blue wind blades rushed straight towards Ron along the steps.

Ron's eyes narrowed a little more, not because the other party used the fourth-order magic without hesitation, but because there was something wrong with this fourth-order magic.

Ron took a step forward in silence.

The mercenaries around were surprised.

"This is fourth-order magic. Vincent is using all his strength."

"The shot is too ruthless, I feel that Ron and the others are not capable of stopping it."

"I think it's more ominous than good, this is killing people."

"Vincent is already a fourth-level magician at such a young age, and he is still a student of Master Otto. If he insists that they are plotting evil, even if one or two people are killed, it is not a big deal."

"Too."

Ron took a step forward the moment the [Bone of Strength Cross] was released, he protected Steve behind him, his eyes were very serious, although he felt that the fourth-order magic called [Cross of Strength of Style] was strange, but he Not knowing the opponent's intentions at all, Ron exhaled and pushed forward with one hand.

A magical wave stronger than that of [Bone of Strength Cross] appeared on Ron.

"Is it fifth-order magic?" Someone in the crowd lost their voice.

"Magic fluctuations stronger than [Bone of Strength Cross] can only be fifth-level magic." Someone in the crowd continued to shout.

"Ron? Magician? I remembered, is this Ron the same Ron who repelled the attack of the monsters on the Sisai Plain a year ago?"

"The Devonhill family is still a fifth-level magician. He is the youngest fifth-level Dragon Moon magician in the Trobis city-state!"

"It must be him."

Just when Ron's magical fluctuations were suppressed, a mysterious magical fluctuation came from the depths of the Magician's Association.

"Patriarch Ron, be merciful!"

(End of this chapter)