Today's weather in Orlana is exceptionally sunny.

Lin Li got up early in the morning, still as usual, first took the little dragon eagle out for breakfast, and when he came back, he went to Buck's shop to sit for a while, chatting with this old friend who was about to leave Orana, and waited until the street gradually became lively, and then Lin Li walked all the way back to the magic guild.

Today is a special day for the Orlana Magic Guild, and the two-month trial from the twenty-four magic guilds will come to an end today.

In order to make this full stop more complete, the magic guild up and down, all started to get busy early in the morning, Odwin went to Dawn Square early, he will lay four master-level magic patterns there to ensure that there will be no unnecessary casualties in the finals, of course, such a complex work, he alone will definitely not work, four master-level magic patterns, involving a huge workload, so Dalyan also went, he is the entire Orana Magic Guild, the level of inscription is second only to Odwin's.

Even Medellin got up early in the morning today, and one of the few people who wore formal clothes, holding a crimson heart staff and a black void robe, really looked like a respected elder.

Of course, this refers to when he doesn't curse.

Lin Li walked all the way back to his residence, and just after reaching the staircase, he heard a scolding voice.

"Get up, get me all up, damn it, you're still sleeping so late, are you humans or pigs?"

Medellin's voice was like the roar of a demonic beast, not to mention that Masson Orling was awakened by him, and even Kevin next door quietly poked his head out of the door with a sleepy look on his face to see what was going on.

Ma Sen rubbed his eyes, his face was dazed: "Why are you ......?"

"Damn, you're really a pig, it's all this time, you dare to ask me what I'm doing, you open the window yourself to take a good look, the sun is almost on your buttocks, why don't you hurry up and prepare, do you think that the finals will not start until your Uncle Masson arrives?" Medellin scolded and scolded Masson, and then looked at Ou Ling, who looked haggard: "And you, don't think that you can sleep lazily if you don't participate in the finals, hurry up and wash your face, give Lao Tzu a little spirit, don't let that little Gryffindor bastard see the joke!" ”

"This old man ......" Lin Li stood at the top of the stairs from afar, listening to Medellin's vulgar shouting, and couldn't help but smile helplessly, this old man was really born with a mouth that offended people, obviously with good intentions, but it could come out of his mouth, but how ugly it was.

After living together for more than two months, how could Lin Li not know Ou Ling's surname? Proud and introverted, he hides everything in his heart, even if he is the most familiar with himself, he rarely listens to what he says, after being injured by Gryffindor, Ou Ling seems to have changed little, but those who are familiar with him know that this proud genius magician is really depressed.

Fortunately, Medellin diverted his attention, although the words were a little vulgar, but the effect was quite good, after listening to the old man's shouting, Ou Ling's eyes seemed to be a little more angry, I saw him nod silently, and then went back to the room to pack his things.

"Ferry......" Kevin poked his head out of the room and shouted quietly.

"Kevin, what's the matter?"

"After this final, will you go back to Garros first?"

"I'm afraid it won't work...... Lin Li thought about it, and his expression was a little embarrassed: "I promised Anduin, after the finals, I will go to a place with him, and it may be delayed for a few days." ”

"That's right......" Kevin didn't say anything, but he couldn't hide the disappointment on his face.

"What's wrong? Is there something you want to tell me? ”

"I didn't ...... It's nothing ......" Kevin hesitated for a moment, then continued: "I'm just worried about the Emerald Tower, neither of us is here, in case the Nest of Shadows makes any moves, I'm afraid the Emerald Tower will be in danger......"

"You don't have to worry about the Nest of Shadows, if I'm not mistaken, they shouldn't do anything in the short term, besides, isn't there still your uncle in the Emerald Tower?"

"But uncle, he ......"

As soon as Kevin opened his mouth, he knew that he had said the wrong thing.

But if he wanted to regret it, but it was too late, Lin Li stared at Kevin with a pair of eyes, and asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong with Gray?" ”

"Nothing ......"

"Say!"

"Really...... It's really nothing. Kevin wanted to smile, but the smile he barely managed to squeeze out was worse than crying.

"Say, don't hold on......" Lin Li shook his head helplessly, an honest person like Kevin is not suitable for lying at all, he swallows and vomits when he is nervous, and all emotions are written on his face, he can't even deceive himself, let alone deceive others?

"No, Ferry, Uncle Greion gave me a death order that I must not say."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Lin Li glared at him fiercely.

In the past few months in the Garros Magic Guild, Lin Li has already established absolute prestige, and even those magicians who doubted him at the beginning have to admit that it is precisely because of the existence of this young man that the Jade Tower can have today's status, and Kevin, who first knew Lin Li, has an almost blind worship for him.

I saw him swallow his saliva subconsciously, and said in a dry and astringent voice: "Uncle Grean won't let me say it, but I think it's better to let you know about this matter, the last time the Nest of Shadows attacked the Demon Slayer Valley, Uncle Grean was seriously injured, and in order to cover the retreat of the guild magician, he forcibly cast an eighteenth-level magic, after you finish this final, let's go back and see him......"

"The last time you told me about a friend's magic that had collapsed, was that Grean?" Lin Li stared at Kevin with a pair of eyes, he couldn't believe that the fat old man who was always energetic and always full of dirty words would be lying on the hospital bed now!

"Yes......"

"Okay, I'll tell Anduin, I'll go back to Garros with you as soon as the finals are over."

……………… This is a real magic event, enough to accommodate thousands of people in the Dawn Square stands, densely packed with people, thousands of magicians up and down the Orlana Magic Guild all came, from the guild leader Odwin, down to the teenage young apprentices, and even the powerful people in Orlana City, all sat on the oval stands, and even His Majesty the Kingdom of France asked his younger brother Jonathan, Prince Lionheart, to bring greetings.

The entire Dawn Square is oval-shaped, following the common competitive style of the Dark Ages, the magic protection force field around the square is laid down by the Supreme Council himself, which can withstand the impact of magic at least the legendary level, and on the four corners of the square, there are four master-level magic patterns faintly flashing with purple light, which is Odwin's masterpiece.

Facing the Place of Dawn, there is the VIP seat of the stands, where Odwin sits, and the people sitting next to him are all big names, Herza from the Supreme Council, Archbishop Enlos of the Temple of Light, Hoffman, the decision-maker of the Shining Gold Chamber of Commerce, Jonathan, His Majesty's own brother, and Sendros of the Dark Temple, and Oro, the biggest killer leader in France, among this group of people, any one of them is a famous person, as for Dalyan and the like, they can only sit in the corner from afar, I can't squeeze into the middle at all.

"Hoffman, what are the odds that you opened for Gryffindor this time?" Herza sat in the VIP seat, listless, and asked Hoffman with great interest, he and the fat man sitting next to him were old friends, how could he not know, but whenever such a game was played, the shining gold and silver bank would open a handicap for those gamblers with a lot of money to bet on.

"Four to one."

"Oh?" Herza was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that Hoffman would actually say such a odds, that is the first magic genius of Flange, even a fool knows, he is at least ninety percent sure of winning this final, the odds of one to four are not a joke, Gryffindor doesn't win, forget it, once the final victory is won, the loss of the Flash Gold Chamber of Commerce will be astronomical!

"It seems that your Grygold Chamber of Commerce doesn't seem to have much faith in Gryffindor? I said Hoffman, for the sake of our decades-old friends, how about revealing to me, which trial apprentice do you like? ”

"Hey, I can't tell you this, trade secrets ......" Hoffman laughed shamelessly, thinking that Lao Tzu had made a big bet this time, betting that you idiots thought Gryffindor would win!

In order to make a lot of money in this final, Hoffman took a big risk, he adjusted the odds of Gryffindor very high at the beginning, in order to attract those gamblers with a lot of money to bet, the odds of four to one are nothing to others, but on Gryffindor, it is almost no different from giving money, Gryffindor is the first magic genius of Fryffindor, and those who are a little more well-informed know that this young man has broken through the realm of the Great Wizard a month ago.

And the other trial apprentices, the strongest is only level fourteen, and the weakest is only level nine, such strength, it is not an exaggeration to say that it stands out from the crowd, the strength is strong and the odds are high, where to find such a good thing?

It is precisely this kind of psychology that Hoffman catches.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that he had attended that exchange meeting, I am afraid that even he would have thought that Gryffindor would definitely win this ever-time final.

However, at that exchange meeting, Hoffman saw with his own eyes that the young magician named Ferry, with the hand of fire in one hand and the touch of frost in the other, as if by magic, dispensed a bottle of Void Power Potion.

Indulging in two magic spells at the same time, and it is also one ice and one fire, this Ferrey's strength will never be worse than Gryffindor.

And, don't forget, he's also a potion master.

In the battle between two magicians, how can a bottle of potion play a role that can be explained in a sentence or two?

Although he gambled a lot this time, Hoffman never worried that he would lose, and he was too confident in the young magician named Ferrey.

Of course, all this Herza will not understand.

He just looked at Dawn Square with a suspicious expression, watching one young apprentice after another walk in, trying to distinguish which one was favored by the Shining Gold Chamber of Commerce.

"Ferré, why do I think I'm nervous......" Masson looked at the thousands of spectators in the stands, suddenly trembling with excitement, and waved his hand to the stands very scratchy, and said a fake word.

At this time, Medellin happened to walk by, and when he heard this, he immediately scoffed: "What's there to be nervous about, anyway, you are also a good person who will die in one round, and you have time to be nervous, it is better to think about it, in what way to lose more decently......"

The sentence "......" suffocated Masson half to death, and it was not until Medellín walked away that Masson gritted his teeth and muttered to himself: "Lao Tzu doesn't lose, he wants to enter the second round, and he is angry with you old bastard......"

When Masson was muttering there, Odwin in the VIP seat had already stood up, this old man, there always seemed to be a kind of magical magic, the square that was still noisy just now, as he stood up from the VIP seat, it suddenly quieted down, Odwin's voice was not very loud, but it was just enough for everyone to hear: "...... The two-month trial will come to an end today, and we will see who is the strongest apprentice in this trial......"

After a brief opening remark, it was up to Herza to announce the rules.

The rules of this final are not complicated, one-on-one knockout, who wins and who enters the next round, who loses and who packs up and goes home, cruel and direct, the judgment of winning or losing is also clear at a glance, directly admitting defeat and losing, being forced out of the battle area to be judged to lose, and being directly hit by more than ten levels of magic is also judged to lose.

After the rules is the matchsheet, Lin Li's luck is not bad, he drew a twelve-level magician, but Mason didn't know what luck he had, and when he got the matchtable, he found that what he drew was actually Larry - the eighth-level magician who had completed the task with the three of them during the trial in the Valley of Shadows.

Oh no, it should be a ninth-level magician by now.

However, this is basically no different for Ma Sen, whether it is level eight or nine, it is unlikely that he will be his opponent, after all, he is also an eleventh level magician now, if he can't even take a level nine magician, it is better to simply buy a piece of tofu and kill him.

"Hahahaha, now who dares to say that I can't pass the first round!" Masson looked proud, and after finishing speaking, he glanced at Medellin defiantly.

"Beware of capsizing in the gutter......" Medellin pursed his lips and cursed viciously.

"Phew!"

"Sit down for a while, I'm going to play." While the old and the young were arguing, Lin Li stood up, and the competition between him and the twelfth-level magician happened to be arranged in the first round.

(To be continued)