87_87643 is not my home, Mr. Jia Li. Morriel lifted his hood and bowed slightly, but did not use the unique etiquette that the red-robed mages used to meeting each other.

Jia Li waved his hand lightly: "Hehe, in front of you, I can't afford to be called this anymore." Please come in, come in and talk ......"

His gaze lingered on Forty-Seven's face for a moment, and wisely shifted before Forty-Seven could find fault with it.

Although there are no windows, the hall is as bright as daylight. Walking down the scarlet carpet under the bright magic *** and taking a seat at the antique table, the exquisite and precious statues and decorations unabashedly exude luxury, while there is always a lingering mysterious oppression. Morriel suddenly didn't know what to say—such places had been away from her for so long that they seemed strange to her now, but they quickly awakened her mind with an almost instinctive memory, and the magic tattoo seemed to ache faintly, as if it had just been stabbed in Moriel's skin.

Jia Li clapped his hands lightly, and immediately someone came over with a silver platter, and carefully placed the cup containing the emerald liquor in front of him and Moriel. Morriel glanced up at him, and the look on the young mage's face was one of humble meekness, slightly nervous and restrained—an apprentice.

"Please, Miss Morrill, your favorite. Jia Li raised his glass, and the robe on his body was as red as blood.

Morriel didn't touch the cup. The green magic spirit is crystal clear, waiting quietly in the transparent glass glass, like a beautiful jewel. It's like a living soul.

Yes. She used to be so obsessed with this that she was even addicted. This wine was like swallowing fire, and the incredible heat rushed down the esophagus, and then spread throughout the body, making her feel like she was weak and unwilling to move for as long as the strength of the wine lasted, but her mind was morbidly clear, and every spell in her mind was magnified, more accurate, and more effective. It gives her a pleasure that seems to be omnipotent. At that time, Isabella never stopped her, and even laughed and said that she liked to see Moriel lazily leaning back on the bed and flipping through the books of magic...... It wasn't until Morriel finally learned how the wine was made.

Leprechaun tears. Morriel felt sick. She suppressed her urge to break the cup, Jia Li may not have done it on purpose, after all, when he left the headquarters of the Red Robe Mage Society, Morriel was still a stupid girl who didn't know the height of the sky.

"I've quit, Mr. Jia Li. Morriel said as calmly as he could: "Ordinary wine is fine." ”

"Oh?" Jia Li also put down the wine glass on his lips: "Really...... Actually, it's okay to have a little time in a while. ”

Morriel decided to cut to the chase as much as possible, the longer he stayed here. She seemed to be more affected: "Teacher Jia Li, I think you didn't just invite me to have a drink, right? I'm a traitor to a red-robed mage...... Seriously, I was quite surprised when I found out that I was getting an invitation from you instead of a hunt. ”

Jia Li smiled slightly, and the crow's feet and tattoos at the corners of his eyes narrowed together: "You're too worried, Miss Moriel." ”

"There are no traitors among the red-robed mages, and there can be no traitors. When we get this tattooed......" Jia Li gently stroked the tattoo on his forehead: "One day is a red robe, and a whole life is a red robe." Actually, since you left. The Red Robe Mage Society has never issued a formal hunt order, and I didn't even hear about your departure until much later, and your excellent performance in recent years has made the Mentors favor you - and we are even proud of you. Really, Morriel. ”

The news came as a bit of a surprise to Morriel. It's not that no one else has left the Red Robe Mage Society, in fact, this kind of thing happens often, and it is unbearable for the teacher to be oppressed and defeated in the power struggle. Or whatever...... But in the end, these people will disappear without a trace, as if they never existed. The Red-robed Mage Society is like a huge beehive with a strict hierarchy, and the bees that leave the nest will eventually die silently. A red-robed mage doesn't even stay in a city without a stronghold, and can only sleep peacefully within their heavily guarded walls, guarded by tattooed slave warriors.

When Morriel escaped from the Red Robe Mage Society, he actually expected that he would eventually die alone in a cave somewhere. But she survived, and is doing well now - it would be tantamount to openly challenging the authority of the Order of the Red Monks, and her existence would become a symbol of ridicule and contempt for their traditions...... Will the red-robed mentors tolerate this......? Not to mention Isabella.

Morel's silence didn't leave Jali speechless, and it seemed that he was already prepared for how to deal with the situation: "Moriel, I can assure you that the Red Robe Mage will still recognize you as one of us, and that's what the Mentors mean, and about the dispute between you and Mentor Isabella...... You're not an apprentice anymore, and no other mentor will meddle in this. ”

Morriel looked up at Jia Li, thinking in his heart what Jia Li really thought, "So the mentors forgive me? But I don't think I can go back to the Red Robe Mage Society right now." I'm used to being alone now......"

She paused, and with the help of the reflection of the wine glass in front of her, she glanced at Forty-Seven who was closing her eyes beside her: "There is also the life of traveling with friends." Isn't it okay if I can't fulfill my obligations to the Red Mage Guild because of my own affairs, or if I can't follow orders for personal reasons?"

Morriel's request could not be tolerated by any organization. But Jia Li actually

There was a smile like a bamboo, "It has nothing to do with me, Miss Moriel. Deliver this message to you...... and help you in any way you can during your stay in Deepstreamer. We are the red-robed mage, Morriel. No matter what happens between the two red-robed mages, they will always work together when dealing with outsiders, otherwise, how can we face this sinister world?"

It's a beautiful word. But now that we've come to this point, it's time to talk about the conditions. There is no free meal in the world that is just a taste of it. It would have demanded something more than money in return—even more so from the red-robed mage.

"With all due respect, Mr. Jia Li. Morrill pushed away his chair and stood up, "I would be very happy if you had invited me here today just to tell me the news...... But please tell me, what will the red-robed mage want me to do? ”

Jali laughed.

"Moriel, you're still as smart and alert as ever!" he stood up, "Please follow me, Miss Moriel." I have something I want to show you. ”

The basement is also bright.

Forty-seven saw at a glance the terrifying guards guarding the four corners of the underground room. The activated armor turned to the door the moment outsiders stepped into the studio, and the hollow helmets shimmered with magical light, like eyes. When they sensed that the person entering was Jia Li, the owner of the studio, and that he was not being held hostage by the two people behind him, they turned back again. Revert to an unresponsive statue.

It's more like a processing plant. A machine full of gears and levers, metal parts of different categories, and complex structures that have not yet been assembled - every qiē has a sense of déjà vu.

Morriel vaguely guessed what Jali meant.

"This way, please...... Watch your step, Miss Morriel. ”

Jali led Morrill and Forty-Seven to the huge iron cabinet in the middle of the studio, and whispered a spell, and the iron cabinet slowly unfolded into a long platform.

On the flat metal countertop sits a strangely constructed creature. It resembles a slender humanoid skeleton overall, but it also has long, sharp claws on its legs. The structure of the whole body is unusually intricate, every part is meticulously carved, thousands of hair-like metal threads are entwined and woven to make up the muscle fibers beneath its blue-black dull Mithril shell, and the carefully cut gemstone eyes actually absorb light rather than reflect it, and the bladed body that glows with a faint blue light looks like a flawless work of art.

But its actions are not flattering. It twitched, supported itself with four hands and got up from the platform, and the blade-like claws made a piercing grinding sound against the platform, and fell on the platform with a "snap" halfway up. The limbs slid irregularly, the skull-like head was also turning blankly, and the parts of the body were unstable and staggered back and forth. It seems that they can't find where they should be. The constructor danced wildly for a moment, then suddenly floated, as if it had no weight, and rushed towards Moriel and them, and before everyone could react, it crashed into a flash of light on the invisible magic barrier on the side of the stage and fell, facing the sky on its back, unable to turn over. The hands and claws were twisted together, and they could only arch their heads indiscriminately, and even the long curved neck was moved to the back. It struggled in a very strange way - it entangled itself.

"Alas. Jia Li smiled bitterly and made a gesture to strengthen the magical defense: "You see, Miss Moriel. The mentors hoped to use Argus's construction technique to create a smarter and more powerful golem, and this was the first real thing...... A complete failure. ”

"According to the information brought back by Mentor Isabella...... The experience, materials, and spells invested in this golem far exceed that of ordinary golems. The red-robed mage looked at the mechanical golem that twitched as if it had committed a madness: "But this is the result. I couldn't find the cause, and there was no mistake in manufacturing. ”

He turned to Morriel and said, "You were the commander of the Argus Empire's mage unit...... We thought you should have access to some of their more core secrets about the crafting technique. It's not an order, but Moriel, the mentors want you to help the Red Mage Society research and solve this problem. As I said, you are also a red-robed mage. ”

Jali paused and said in an aggravated tone, "We understand that there is some friction between you and the church of Shirek. Moriel, the Cultists of the Darksun are very powerful in the Deep Streams...... Whatever you're going to do, I think the help of the Red Robe Mage Guild is necessary for you. ”

Morrill certainly understood why the red-robed mages had failed. The power that drives Argus's constructing machinery is not the spells that come from the magic web, but the pure energy from the source of magic from the "Divine Armament" - but this secret is only known to Singh and Kiscain even within the Argus Mage Council. Even if she agreed to cooperate with the red-robed mage, how could she tell Jia Li?

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jia Li. Morrill could only refuse: "About Argus's construction technique...... I don't have access at all. I think it's been buried forever with the fall of the Tower of the Seven Sins. ”

Rejected again. Jia Li's face was a little ugly: "Moriel, you have to know ......"

"This guy is interesting, give it to me. Forty-Seven spoke suddenly, leaning slightly and staring at the darkly constructed golem, which was still spinning its head wildly, not knowing what to do.

Jia Li obviously didn't expect forty-seven

Make such a request. Even if he had prepared for this conversation, it would have been too surprising. The Order of the Red Mages has learned that Morriel has brought out a construct from Argus, powerful and possessing an extraordinary intellect. During the meeting with Moriel, Jia Li had also been secretly observing Forty-Seven, but it didn't seem to be anything special except that he always had some absent-minded small movements - it seemed that he still had too little contact with Forty-Seven.

"Moriel, you ......" Jali thought from his experience that it was Moriel's order.

"Give it to me. Forty-seven repeated, which Morrill thought was a precursor to a robbery.

"Teacher Jia Li......" She was just about to say something, but Jia Li suddenly laughed again.

"Haha, of course it's fine, it's a scrap anyway. But you have to be careful. It's not controlled. ”

Forty-seven stepped forward. A white light flashed along the edge of the iron platform, and the protective magic was lifted by Jia Li. The golem raised its head as if frightened, and the knotted Mithril arm untied at once, and the lightning-fast grasp of Forty-Seven's fist passed through the Golem's claws, slamming into its head with sparks from the two colliding, causing the Golem to collapse on the iron platform with a thud.

This was once again beyond Jia Li's expectations. Forty-seven picked up the golem like picking up a pile of rags and casually put it on his shoulder: "Thank you." ”

"Miss Moriel, I have prepared a residence for you......" Jia Li really couldn't communicate with Forty-Seven, so he had to talk to Morel instead: "The red-robed mage shouldn't live outside the stronghold. Please follow me. ”

"What are you going to do with this?" Moriel hadn't planned to stay overnight in the red-robed mage's stronghold, but he couldn't care about it now. After making sure that no one and magic were peeping around, she watched in exasperation as Forty-Seven threw the golems on the table and fiddled around, "Jia Li must now think that I have a way to bring this pile of to life! Or can you? Yes. Maybe you like to be locked in an iron cage with tubes all over your body!"

"They say they can help you deal with the Shireks. You should promise them, which will help you in your search for Little Red Riding Hood. Forty-seven picked up the head of the golem and looked at it, one side of its head slightly sunken: "Isn't this good?"

Morriel sat down on the bed.

"No...... Of course we need help, if Kyro is really in Deep Waterfall. She stroked the velvet mattress. Feel the delicate and soft touch: "But not the red-robed mage." You don't know them, each of them is a voracious vampire who will drain anyone who deals with them. Even the companions are no exception. Actually, I can think of another way......"

"Since Ciric's lackeys are always at odds with us, and they are in partnership with the red-robed mages to sell drugs, why don't we take this opportunity to ruin their cooperation?" Forty-Seven began to fiddle with the Golem's claws: "Drugs are a very lucrative business, and you can't let the enemy control them. Without money, there are no weapons, there are no soldiers, there are no supporters...... And these will become our resources. To wage a war against the Cirics, to destroy their physical bodies and destroy their economies, the death of every Cirek will bring us one step closer to Little Red Riding Hood. What do you think?"

Morrill looked at Forty-Seven, surprised by his cold declaration of war.

"I can't imagine that you can think of such a roundabout way to bring down the other party's economy. She pouted, "I thought you only knew teeth and fists." But what am I going to do with the red-robed mages? They won't help in vain...... If I can't tell them the secrets of Argus's construction technique, I'm afraid that none of the promises made by Jia Li today will be fulfilled. Do you want me to hand you over?"

The Costume Golem bounced off the table - startling Moriel. The golem floated lightly in the air, a layer of blue light flowed on its dark metal body, and its four slender arms were slightly raised, and the sharp claws at the end opened and closed like blades, making a "clanging" metal grinding sound.

"How did you do that?" Morriel asked, looking into the golem's gloomy eyes that now clearly possessed a soul.

"It's very simple, when a machine has assembled all the parts, it has to be powered up to move. Forty-seven watched with satisfaction as the golem floated around the room, silent, not even a speck of dust raised.

"Electric, what is electrified, what does this have to do with lightning? Wait, you mean ......" Morriel suddenly realized.

She slapped her forehead: "You activated this golem with your own energy?oh, this doesn't work, the red-robed mages won't be satisfied, they are insatiable, they will get to the bottom of it, and it will be even more troublesome when the time comes......"

The golem froze in the air, then fell to the ground, and crawled around again in a state where it didn't know what to do—until it was stomped hard by Forty-Seven, and then fell silent again.

"I didn't provide energy. I'm not its mother. Forty-seven swept the golem into a corner with his foot: "If a weapon can be used in real combat, it must either be truly powerful, or it must be simple and cheap, and it must always be worth the money." If you can't do any of that, you're not worth it...... Hey, you're a mage, it's up to you to figure it out, and besides, that bald man didn't ask you to produce results tomorrow, right?"

Morrill rolled his eyes.

"yes, anyway, in the end, I'll always solve your troubles. Her tone was much more relaxed: "Let's go, now I want to go and have a drink." ”

The latest chapter of the high-speed debut magic costume, this chapter is the fifth chapter to go to the north in the nineteenth round of the red-robed mage's address.