Santa Conference

Meeting in the Sanctum

It was already the fourth year since Locke had arrived in Aomar. On New Year's Day, the house was very lively. Not only did many of his classmates and friends from the academy come, but there were also many Faustian nobles who came to visit.

After such a long time, everyone knew that Angelina was a Faustian princess.

The others were fine with it, but Bob and Chris, the two knights who had carried out many missions with them, were full of envy and jealousy towards Locke.

In most people's eyes, a princess of a small kingdom was not much different from the daughter of a count in the empire.

Apart from those who came to congratulate them, Locke and the others also made the new year a lot more prosperous.

For Locke, the arrival of the new year only meant that he had grown another year. He was already a grown man at twenty-four years old. Angelina, who was twenty years old, had also reached the age to talk about marriage. If it wasn't for the fact that she suddenly had to go to the Sanctum to study, she would've probably confessed to her father and brother about Locke.

This new year was also very important to the eighteen -year-old Kristin. The once immature little girl had unknowingly grown up and Locke could no longer caress her head as he used to.

Everyone in the house raised their glasses to celebrate the arrival of the new year.

"Suzanne's wine is really good!" Angelina praised.

"Laffey's food is delicious too!" Lia laughed.

"I still prefer Lia's porridge!" Kristin held a bowl and gulped down the porridge, completely unlike a lady from a noble family.

"Miss, please eat!" Laffey still played her role as a maid at the dining table.

"You too!" Glace put a piece of steak on Laffey's plate.

Ever since he became a high-rank Knecht, Locke found the atmosphere in the house to be much more harmonious than before.

...

The Sanctum was located in the northeast of Missia, where the magic power of the Three Western Isles gathered. This year, the Sanctum held another high-level meeting.

It was still on the 436th floor of the Sanctum. Today, the black-robed elder once again gathered the remaining ten or so level-three casters in the Sanctum to sit down and discuss.

"Harrison isn't here?" With a casual sweep of his Mind Power, the old man knew who had come and who had not. Every Mage had their own unique Mind Power fluctuations.

"He went to take care of his sandworms. It seems like the sandworms have mutated," a middle-aged magician in a yellow robe said.

"Sigh, it's not easy being a summoner either." An old man wearing a grey brimmed hat blew his beard and laughed.

"Tell us, why did you call us here?" Among the few present, a strange magician whose body was half fire and half ice asked.

Apart from the black-robed old man, the other nine Magicians in the conference hall all turned to look at the black-robed old man.

"Dong, dong." The black-robed elder knocked his magic staff on the ground and slowly said, "There are two things. The first is that Lord Odysseus has made a move."

Everyone was shocked, and then they were overjoyed. The magician who practiced the Body of Ice and Fire was the most excited. The surging flames on both sides of his body and the extremely cold ice had already affected the concentration of elements in the surrounding environment. This was the strength of a level-three magician.

"The second is that Master Banam sent a message. He ordered us to send some magicians to assist Lord Odysseus in taking down the Fairy World," the old man continued.

"No problem, I'll go!" Brand, who practiced the Body of Ice and Fire, didn't wait for the old man to finish and answered eagerly.

"Who else? We need to send six level-three great magicians. "The black-robed elder looked at the other eight magicians in the conference hall.

"I'll go!" A magician whose right arm was obviously amputated from some creature's red claw said.

"Me too!" A male magician with a feminine appearance said with a snake's forked tongue.

"It just so happens that I'm also lacking some experimental materials in my lab," said a magician in a thick, dark green cloak, who was emitting a strange smell all over his body.

As the black-robed elder had expected, almost all of the level-three great magicians in the Sanctum were willing to participate in this mission.

Not to mention the various benefits of opening up a new plane, just the fact that the Fairy World could produce activated essence was enough for the magicians of the Sorcerer World to come forward.

"Did Master Banam send anything else?" An old woman with wrinkles and spots on her face asked the black-robed elder sitting at the head of the conference hall.

"Yes. Master Banam said that he might join the attack on the Fairy World in the later stages, "the black-robed elder said.

The magicians in the conference hall felt even more relieved when they heard that. Plundering a newly discovered plane, especially the first attack, was met with the strongest resistance from the natives. Although it was only a miniature plane, they, as level-three great magicians, could fail miserably if they weren't careful.

There were many things that the various planes couldn't understand. It wasn't uncommon for some of the natives with strange abilities to defeat invaders who were stronger than them, not to mention that this was their home ground.

However, things would be different with Master Banam's participation in the later stages. The damage that a level-four magician could cause was not something that the natives of low-level planes could imagine.

After all, in the various realms, many level-four creatures were treated as gods.

"What about the two Centaur Gods?" the old woman asked.

The black-robed elder's expression relaxed. "We've just received news that one of them has been seriously injured by Master Banam and Lord Gaia."

"It's already amazing that those two could hold out for so long!"

"Yeah, the last planar war that lasted more than 400 years was a thousand years ago."

"With Master Banam, Lord Gaia, and Lord Zachary working together, it's only a matter of time before the two Centaur Gods fall."

Everyone in the conference hall relaxed when they heard the good news from the black-robed elder.

"How long do you think it will take before we take down the Centaur World?" one of the magicians asked.

"That's hard to say." That was what the black-robed elder said, but everyone had a rough idea in their minds. If one of the Centaur Gods was seriously injured, they definitely wouldn't be able to stop the army led by Master Banam. Fifty years was the most they could guess.

"How's the recruitment going?" the black-robed elder asked a young Magister sitting next to him.

"We've been doing it since last year. The official Magisters on missions in Missia, Texas, and Ingrid have all received our message and have reported to us," the young Magister answered.

"Mhm." The black-robed elder nodded, then asked, "Has the Hall of Knights made any moves?"

"It seems that Lord Odysseus has issued an order for high-rank Knechts." The young Magister hesitated for a moment, then revealed the news he'd received from a radiant knight friend.

"Only high-rank Knechts?" The black-robed elder walked out of his chair and stood by the window. Standing on the top floor of the Sanctum that was more than four hundred meters tall, the black-robed elder's gaze fell on the Lehrlings going in and out of the circular building at the bottom of the Sanctum.

"Do you think we should send some of them to train?" The black-robed elder seemed to be asking.

"We'll have to ask Master Banam about that. After all, there's never been a precedent of a level-one Lehrling participating in a planar war," the young Magister said with a frown.

"How is there never a precedent? Isn't there one right now?" The black-robed elder was referring to the order issued by Lord Odysseus.

"Besides, most of the slaves in the slave corps only have the strength of high-rank Knechts." The more the black-robed elder thought about it, the more feasible it seemed. He wasn't a pedantic person.

"Then … Should we send high-rank Lehrlings too? "the young Magister asked.

"No." The black-robed elder shook his head. "We'll send all the mid-rank Lehrlings in the Sanctum! We can't be weaker than the Hall of Knights. "

Indeed, in terms of destructive power and damage, a mid-rank Lehrling's powerful spell was equivalent to a high-rank Knecht's all-out attack.

This was also why Magisters were stronger than knights of the same rank.

"This..." The young Magister was speechless. Didn't this mean that all of the Sanctum's manpower would be sent out?

Could this have been Banam's idea all along? The young Magister suddenly shuddered.

Although the black-robed elder wasn't pedantic — there were few casters who were pedantic, especially those who were at the forefront of the search for truth — he was also a man who abided by the rules. Perhaps because of his age, the black-robed elder had always been known to be conservative.

Why would he issue such an absurd order? Unless there was someone powerful backing him, and that person was the master of the Sanctum, Banam.

That made sense. Even if they were attacked by the people on the east coast, the Sanctum's losses would be minimized and they'd be able to obtain a valuable activated Fairyland.

No matter how the young Magister thought about it, it was a good deal.

As for the possible threats, especially in the Planar War, the young mage deliberately ignored the danger that level-1 magic apprentices would face.

Which powerhouse hadn't experienced life and death in their growth?

Take the young Magister as an example. Although he looked young, he was a level-three Magister who was more than 900 years old. The reason he could maintain his youthful appearance was not only because he was much younger than a level-three Magister, but also because he was very young when he became a Magister.

Generally, a Magister's appearance would be maintained at the age when they became a Magister before they entered their later years.

Among Magisters, the younger they were, the greater their potential. Of course, this was not true for female Magisters who cared about their appearance.

-----

Thank you to the 5,000 Crosstalk coins and 11 monthly votes from the readers of Tears of Jiangnan!

The chapters will be released at the end of the month.

Please remember the domain name of this book:. Mobile version:.