Chapter 335 Crazy Bet!
"Bang!"
A dull voice sounded, and the two mages outside the door trembled in their hearts.
Inside the room, an old red-robed wizard had a very ugly expression on his face. He slammed his right hand heavily on the table. The huge force made a dull sound when it hit the desk. His right hand curled up due to the severe pain, making his expression even uglier.
This red-robed wizard was surprisingly the same red-robed wizard who had answered Marquis Morse's questions in the palace before.
His name is Errol, and he is the president of the Yuanhui Mage Association, which is now the president of the Royal Capital Mage Association, and a six-ring mage.
"Mage Association, Mo Lan!"
The red robe wizard Errol muttered to himself with an unpleasant expression.
There was a secret letter on his desk, which clearly recorded the time when Mo Lan went to the palace and left the palace, exactly.
When Errol thought about the fact that Marquis Morse would invite Mo Lan into the palace right after he left the palace, Marquis Morse's attitude made his face turn very ugly.
But then Errol felt a little discouraged, because he had to endure no matter what Marquis Morse's attitude was, and he had to put on a smiling face when they met again.
Because he knew that the Royal Capital Mage Association seemed to be a top force, with several sixth-level mages, and sixth-level professionals were at the top level in the entire kingdom.
But this is also relative. A sixth-level professional can indeed be respected in front of Marquis Morse, but he has not reached a crucial and indispensable position.
It is certainly a good thing to have a few more six-ring professionals, but if this six-ring professional is disobedient, he will be crushed to death.
He's just a sixth-rank wizard, and he can't do anything powerful.
When Errol had just changed his job and quickly became a six-ring mage, the sudden transition from a life job to a combat job and the sudden power he gained made him a little inflated.
At this time, he was ordered by Marquis Morse to be sent to the army to test the fighting power of the mages and their influence on the Knights Templar, so as to better understand the profession of mage and figure out its positioning.
At the beginning, Errol was full of confidence and felt that his chance to succeed had come.
As long as I perform better during the test and beat the Knights more badly, I and the association will naturally be appreciated and trained.
But after that day, Errol fell into silence. His previous arrogance disappeared without a trace, and his previous words were never mentioned again.
He also had more respect and fear for the Marquis of Morse.
So even if Errol was angry, he had to hold it in and turn his attention to Mo Lan.
"Mo Lan is indeed powerful. Maybe luck may have played a role in his creation of a mage, but meditation, the mage tower, etc. cannot be explained away by coincidence.
However, given Mo Lan's character, he will certainly not surrender. In this case, it is inevitable that he and his association will be attacked by the Marquis.
Once the Marquis takes action, he will be absolutely certain to inflict a devastating blow."
Errol calculated silently.
“If Mo Lan refuses to submit, I still have the final say in the Mage Association.
However, the association still has to produce certain results, and the basis for my having the final say is that I am useful to Marquis Morse.
If I don't produce any results, I'm afraid the association will have to be reorganized. The association will still be the association, but I will no longer be the president.
And the technology that the Marquis wants right now is chariot technology."
Errol said slowly.
"So I have to acquire the chariot technology before the Mage Guild is attacked.
Otherwise, once Mo Lan is defeated and offers up his chariot technology, it will be too late."
Errol thought hard, looking for a way to study the chariot.
Contact the projector to inquire about the principle and develop it yourself, and send spies to search for the secret replica of the chariot at close range.
There are many ways, but they all take time to complete, and Errol just lacks time.
He must figure it out before Mo Lan is defeated, and Mo Lan's defeat is imminent.
Just when Errol was thinking hard but couldn't come up with a solution, there was a knock on the door outside and a wizard came over with a letter and handed it to Errol.
"How can we obtain chariot technology as quickly as possible?"
The answer emerged in Errol's mind, which was to get the ready-made ones directly from Mo Lan.
But the key is that Mo Lan is a projector, immortal and indestructible. As long as he doesn't want to, no one can obtain the chariot technology from him.
"Do we have to contact the top leaders of the Red Maple City Mage Association through spies to steal the technology?
No, it would take too much time, and Mo Lan would definitely keep this technology highly confidential, so it won’t work.”
“What should I do…what should I do…what should I do…”
Errol felt annoyance rising in his heart and tore open the envelope irritably. But when he saw the contents inside, Errol fell into deathly silence in an instant and his face turned extremely ugly in an instant.
The right hand, like a dry claw, grasped the envelope tightly.
This letter was sent by Mo Lan. There is not much content in it, and it can even be said to be quite concise.
Errol saw the words on the letter when he was racking his brains to try to find a shortcut to obtain chariot technology.
"Do you want chariot technology? If you want it, just tell me. How would I know you want chariot technology if you don't tell me? If you tell me, I'll give it to you, right?
Hey, just tell me whether you want it or not."
The content of Mo Lan's letter made Errol's face darken instantly. He wanted to tear the letter into pieces, but he couldn't.
Errol suppressed his anger and looked down.
"You must be in great need of chariot technology now, right? I guess you definitely want it, and very urgently. Chariot technology can continue to guarantee your position in the Mage Association , as well as your status.
I can give you the chariot technology, but you have to promise me a bet."
"Take out the chariot technology you want most. As long as you win, I will give it to you immediately."
Errol took a deep breath, his mind was shaken, and a hint of expectation appeared in his heart, but he immediately suppressed it.
Benefits and risks are twins. It is indeed tempting to use chariot technology as a bet, but what kind of things can have corresponding value and be worthy of being a corresponding bet?
Errol took a deep breath and slowly looked at the last piece of paper that stated the bet.
When Errol saw the contents of the last piece of letter, he was instantly shocked even though he had prepared himself mentally.
"If we can't find the right quality, we can make up for it with quantity. I'll provide you with all the technology and details for making chariots, and you'll provide the spell models in your association's treasure house.
All spell models below the sixth ring!"
Errol was angry at first, but then he fell into deep thought and couldn't help but look at the last paragraph.
“The bet is conducted in the form of an exchange meeting, where both parties prepare for the projects in turn, and both parties compete in the projects at the same time. In the end, the party with the most wins wins and enjoys the delicious fruits of victory .
How about the president of the Mage Association who is about to lose the election? "
…
Mo Lan stood on the second-floor balcony, looking in the direction of the Mage Association. His eyes seemed to penetrate countless gaps and saw the old president of the Royal Capital Association. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"how?"
