873: Chapter 137 The Visitor in the Flas 873: Chapter 137 The Visitor in the Flas The orange-red flas descended from the sky like a bolt of lightning, striking the open ground in front of the Magic Tower.
The mont they hit the ground, they imdiately transford into a roaring Fire Pit, three to four ters high, its light illuminating half of the Floating Island obscured by dark clouds.
Not only did the flas exude blistering heat, but they also emitted an intense pressure.
Feeling this force, the six individuals involuntarily took a step back and almost simultaneously furrowed their brows—these six Legendary Rank professionals were acutely aware that this was the pressure naturally ford when a Demigod unreservedly released their powerful energy, aning that the flas before them represented the will of a certain Demigod, or even directly represented the embodint of one.
The flickering flas suddenly retracted inwards, and under the effect of so unknown force, the naturally shaped blaze altered its state, rapidly taking on the form of a human made of fire.
The fiery figure looked around, then stepped away from where it had struck the ground.
With each step, the fire that comprised the human shape dimd slightly, and by the tenth step, it was no longer discernible as fire at all; the whole human shape had completed its transformation into a person.
The figure that had erged from the flas bore an appearance almost identical to the classic Mage’s attire from fairy tales, dressed in a bright red robe with a matching red pointed wizard’s hat on their head, a thick magic book tucked under the left arm, and a right hand gripping an antiquely styled magic staff.
This Mage was very old with snowy white hair and a long white beard that floated in front of his chest.
He wore quaint crystal spectacles on his nose and his face looked extrely gentle, always adorned with a kind smile that unconsciously invoked a desire to draw near.
Although the old sorcerer seed gentle and kind, akin to an ordinary elder who loved to sit in the rocking chair by the front door, amiably teasing neighborhood children, the ability he had just demonstrated was anything but ordinary.
Complete Elentalization of the body is a coveted ability among those Mages who specialize in one Elent type of magic.
Achieving this allows one’s body to move quickly and freely amidst the elents in their gaseous environntal state, which is a significant boon for both movent and combat.
Sadly, such Mages are very rare, for only those who have explored their Elent type of magic to its limits and touched upon the laws of elental magic can accomplish this feat.
In other words, only a Demigod who stands at the pinnacle of humanity and has glimpsed so kind of rule can achieve this.
After the old Mage’s form completed its transformation from flas to flesh, the temperature in the vicinity returned to normal in an instant, with no trace of the intense heat remaining, as though there had never been a blazing fire burning before.
The old Mage, restored to his form, gave a kindly smile, nodded to so of the spectators surrounding him and then walked towards the girls from the adventure team.
“This is…
Warrensen.” Muir stood beside Catherine, holding the Flaron Harp in his arms unknowingly, his eyes fixed on the kind old Mage, and he spoke in a sowhat strange tone, “He is the chairman of the Supre Council of the Kingdom of Mages, another pillar of the Kingdom of Mages, specialized in Fire-attribute elental magic, the Demigod Warrensen.”
Although they were still three to forty ters apart and Muir’s voice was very soft, Warrensen seed to have heard Muir’s introduction.
From afar he removed his wizard’s hat and bowed, showing a kind smile to the girls, considerately pausing on the spot for a dozen seconds to give everyone ti to react before advancing closer.
The na of Warrensen, chairman of the Supre Council, was not unfamiliar to the young ladies, as both the Mage Guild and Adventurer Guild had records of him.
However, due to the seclusion of the Kingdom of Mages and the mysterious nature of mages themselves, there were no exact descriptions of the chairman’s character or preferences, only many folk tales.
In these tales, the chairman always maintained a benevolent, optimistic, and approachable deanor, with no negative evaluations.
Yet it was this elder with no negative evaluations, who seed like a good old man, who had firmly held the chairman’s position for forty years.
In those forty years, no one, neither the mage lords nor the commoners in their territories, had ever expressed dissatisfaction with his re-elections.
“Benevolent and kind?
Hah, can the actual leader of a power possess such traits?” Freya’s lips moved, barely making any sound, only Catherine, who was closest to her and very familiar with her, could barely hear a bit: “My father is still benevolent and kind to , yet when he fights, he slaughters the enemy without even blinking an eye.
Therefore, I always feel that the record in the Guild is simply an insult to the intelligence of us mbers.”
“Thank you.” Catherine gave Freya a covert wink to show she had understood the reminder.
Just as she was about to approach Warrensen, Muir beat her to it, stepping forward two paces and standing at the very front of the team, slowly removing the hood of his rain cloak that had been covering his head.
Clearly, Warrensen was not unfamiliar with Muir.
Seeing the handso Elf Songster, the old mage had a barely noticeable pause before he smiled from a distance and said, “So it is Mister Muir, Yeda’s Singer, I did not expect you to visit personally.
A few days ago, my students t with the mbers of Nellie’s Adventure Group, but they never ntioned that the elf in the adventure team was Mister Muir.
That’s very rude of us, my apologies, apologies.”
“I’m only a temporary mber of Nellie’s Adventure Team.” At this point, Muir instead took two steps back, making way for Catherine while pulling his rain cloak back on: “That’s why I did not reveal myself when we t your students that day, please do not take offense, Master.”
Catherine, with a thoughtful look, seed to understand sothing from Muir’s special performance.
After Muir stepped back, she revealed a perfect diplomatic smile, nodded her head in greeting towards the approaching Warrensen and said, “It’s an honor to et you, Master Warrensen.
I am Catherine from Nellie’s Adventure Team.
We have long heard countless people in the Guild speak of your na, and have always held a profound respect for you, wishing to visit.
But we never had the opportunity.
I did not expect that we would inconvenience you to co see us, please allow to express my sincere apologies.”
The old mage stroked his white beard with a genial smile and said, “I have long heard about you all.
The Gold Rank Adventure Group with the strongest average strength in the Adventurer Guild at the mont, solving quite a few troubleso commissions and even in Butte, we often hear legendary stories of your group.
On behalf of the Mage Lords of Butte, I welco the arrival of your group.” (To be continued.
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