Templar Sun King

At 9:00 a.m. on January 23, the 18 golden masters of the Hanging Gardens sat in silence in a luxurious extended carriage to the Ministry of Magic.

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As for the reason for the silence, it has something to do with the palace dinner held at the palace last night.

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Because of Joanna's stubbornness, the eleven mages headed by Bogut decided to stay put for the time being, and first observe the Griffin Kingdom for two days before deciding whether to start negotiations in order to seek higher status and power.

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Unexpectedly, the two accidents at the palace banquet ripped apart all their plans and thoughts, and until now they have not been able to fully recover.

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The first accident came from a child named Chris.

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"Alice, don't run."

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As soon as Bogut walked into the banquet hall under the leadership of Arman, he saw a **-year-old boy chasing a creamy yellow fold cat.

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This is a perfectly normal picture, if the cat hadn't jumped lightly in the air from one end of the hall to the other, and the little boy hadn't laughed and waved ice fog and snowflakes from his hands.

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A monster (probably a magical creature) he had never seen before, a boy who could cast spells without spells.

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Of course, if this is the only case, it is not enough to surprise a Hanging Garden Master who was trained as the heir of the mage lord.

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"Alice, come down, I'm going to catch you."

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When the cat ran to the dome of the hall, licking its paws and aiming its **** at the boy, the boy raised his right foot and kicked it on the ground.

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In an instant, a huge hexagonal frost flower appeared under his feet, and immediately spread in all directions, freezing the ground into ice crystals, and then proceeded to the dome along the wall with a burst of "clicks".

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At the same time, the boy raised his hands, and the snow-white ice fog flashed a beautiful halo under the illumination of the magic lamp in the hall.

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"Ice Mist, Freeze!" Stephanie, one of the eighteen magicians, blurted out, calling out the names of two spells.

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The other people in the hall turned a blind eye to this, apparently it was commonplace. They walked through the crowd with their wine glasses in their hands, chatting in a low voice, occasionally casting a condoning look at the boy.

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"It just has a spell effect similar to Ice Mist and Freeze." Joanna looked up at the cat surrounded by ice crystals and ice mist. "These two spells are bronze spells, this child..."

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In Joanna's perception, the opponent is at most a high-level black iron mage.

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But this is also very surprising. A magician who has climbed to the high level of black iron before the age of ten years old, and can complete the casting without chanting spells, even if it is placed in the sky garden, he is well-deserved first in black iron!

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There is no doubt that this boy will be an excellent Frost faction master in the future.

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But the boy surprised them far more than that.

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I saw that the ice crystals and the ice fog surrounded the cat, entwined and surging, and turned into an exquisite igloo trapping the cat.

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Considering the fact that the boy's age and the strength of the black iron rank, his ability to control the water element is simply breathtaking, even ordinary silver mage can't achieve this level of magic change.

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boom! The igloo suddenly exploded when it landed, turning into large flakes of crystal snow.

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"Chris, born with the ability to control ice and snow, is the queen's student. Alice, the queen's magic pet." Arman, who led them to the palace for the dinner, explained aloud.

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"Very good talent." Boggart said as if nothing had happened, looking away from the boy and the cat.

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While speaking, the milk-yellow cat jumped again and fell firmly into the arms of a person, a beautiful female mage wearing a crown.

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Isabella, Queen of the Holy Griffin Kingdom!

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It was at this time that the eighteen masters of the Hanging Garden suffered a second accident.

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At the moment when the female mage with the talent of four-element magic looked at them, they were horrified to find that they had lost the ability to cast spells.

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Afterwards, they exchanged information and found that the situation was exactly the same: the magic power flowed normally on the body, and the elemental energy in the hall was also normal, but they just couldn't establish any connection with the elements, as if all the four elements suddenly became inactive and died.

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"Arman of the Ministry of Magic was not affected."

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A mage recalled the situation at the time and said nervously that he still remembers the fear and anxiety caused by being shrouded in a similar area of ​​forbidden magic.

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Spells are the foundation of a mage's survival. A mage who has lost the ability to cast spells is not much different from ordinary people. Even the weakest black iron warriors can easily chop off their heads.

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So when there is only one thought in his mind - a conspiracy, this is a conspiracy against the Hanging Gardens, the Queen of the Griffin Kingdom wants to kill them all at a dinner party - and it is not surprising that he almost yells out in a gaffe.

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Fortunately, the queen of the Griffin Kingdom just glanced at them lightly and then looked back, and then the long-lost connection to the elements came back to them again, so he didn't make a fool of himself because he was too frightened.

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The time from discovering the loss of spellcasting ability to regaining control of the elements did not exceed ten seconds, but this short ten seconds seemed to them to be longer and more difficult than an era.

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The others in the hall continued what they had just done, the bard sang the new poetry that was all the rage in Celtic recently with ethereal singing, the boy Chris giggled and took Alice from Isabella...

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It wasn't until Arman asked if they were uncomfortable, that Eighteen People finally came back to their senses.

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They looked at each other, and they both saw their pale and embarrassed faces from the eyes of the other's frightened eyes that had not completely receded. There was still a faint cold sweat on their foreheads, like a poor sheep that was frightened.

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"Maybe... Maybe I'm a little uncomfortable."

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The always arrogant and dying Bogut stumbled to find a reason that he didn't even believe in himself-Unaccustomed to the soil and water would never appear in the golden master who can exchange energy with the outside world at any time-found that even after His back was wet with cold sweat.

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Welcome the Hanging Garden to join the Griffin Kingdom's palace dinner soon. The eighteen masters, who were supposed to be the protagonists of the dinner, were indifferent to the delicacies, like sitting on pins and needles, absent-minded.

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As for what to observe first, things like negotiating with the Griffin Kingdom have long been stuffed into the trash, and probably won't be mentioned by the owner in a short time.

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So when Isabella introduced them to the Palace of Government, the Senate, the Ministry of Magic, and the Ministry of War who came to the dinner, even Boggart, who held the most resolute objections, was very docile, and would go there the next day. The Ministry of Magic complied with orders such as registration work.

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"The queen only targeted the eighteen of us."

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No wands, no spells, no magic circles, just a glance to deprive them of all their spellcasting abilities, what a terrifying ability!

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"Eighteen of us are not the opponents of a pregnant woman!" said Boggart, the most powerful golden therapist in the Hanging Gardens, very unwillingly.

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Thinking that Isabella could easily kill them all in an instant if she wanted to, Boggart felt extremely ashamed and embarrassed because of his arrogant remarks and arrogant behavior.

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"You said, what is the upper limit of Isabella's method of depriving us of our spellcasting ability?" Joanna, who had been silent all the time, suddenly asked, "Twenty, thirty, what if it was an entire sky garden?"

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"Don't, Joanna, I beg you." A mage who supported the use of the magic crystal cannon to negotiate with the Griffin Kingdom yesterday groaned pitifully, holding a piece of "Celtic Times" in his hand. , the headline is "Donau City: The Magic City Project".

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"Lord Grande's opinion?" Boggart raised his head, only the last trace of struggle left in his eyes, "Joanna, can you contact Grande and the others now?"

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"I can't get in touch. Obviously, a magic item like a two-way mirror is not enough to cross the space limit and connect with the extraterritorial void~www.readwn.com~ The carriage fell silent again, only the sound of hooves.

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After a long time, Boggart finally said weakly: "Maybe you are right, we are too self-righteous. It's okay to register the information at the Ministry of Magic, but I still don't agree with handing over the Hanging Garden!"

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The other mages looked at each other and sighed: "The current situation can only be seen one step at a time."

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People are for knives and I am for fish and meat. This is the truth. The initiative has long been out of their hands.

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A few minutes later, the carriage stopped, and the driver said respectfully, "Master Mages, the Ministry of Magic has arrived at No. 7 King's Road."

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The eighteen golden masters hurriedly cheered up and confirmed that there was nothing abnormal. They stepped out of the carriage. A building with an ordinary shape, but shrouded in countless magic circles and magic auras, with a huge double-ringed hexagonal rune symbol engraved on the roof appeared in the building. in front of them.

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The Ministry of Magic has arrived. (To be continued.)

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