Chapter 233 The Prize for the New Magician

Grete walked along the red carpet in the center of the auditorium and stepped onto the podium step by step.

There was no one on the stage. The host smiled at him in front of the podium on the side, and the great magicians sat under the stage and applauded gently. Gretel glanced at his chair in his busy schedule, and saw a skeleton sitting on the seat. He raised his two bone hands solemnly, and clicked, click, click, click, click...

...What does this mean? If you don’t complete the task quickly, do you think I will be the same as it?

Also, it was agreed that it would be an award ceremony, but where is the big guy who will present the award to me?

He took two more steps up, his steps getting slower and slower. Hello! Already two steps up the podium! Three steps to go! If you go any further, you will cross the center line! Who will give the award to whom then——

At this moment, a thunderbolt exploded in the sky.

Gretel almost jumped back. The dazzling white flash occupied the entire field of vision. Even if he closed his eyes immediately, his retinas were still black and white, flashing randomly.

Grete closed his eyes hard and forced the tears that had welled up from his eyes out. When he opened his eyes again, a portal made of thunder had been erected in front of him. Snow-white lightning respectfully separated to both sides, and a polished black leather shoe was slowly stepping across the door.

There was a sound of chair legs scraping the floor from behind. The magicians stood up neatly, stood in awe, bowed their heads and saluted:

"Welcome to your arrival, Your Majesty the Lord of Thunder."

? ? ?

Grete quickly followed and lowered his head. Before lowering his head, he took a quick glance and saw the whole person:

The magician looked very young and handsome, with black hair neatly combed back. The shirt is white, the tie is neat, and the black three-piece suit is meticulous, and it doesn't feel out of place even in the previous life. The only thing that showed his extraordinary identity was the monocle on the bridge of his nose. Electricity was flowing through the lenses, making small explosions continuously.

... Can you see clearly if half of your field of vision is blocked like this?

Grete was really curious. The visitor had already walked up to him, turned slightly, and stood facing the audience. The thunder door behind him closed inward and disappeared without a trace. The host immediately said loudly:

"Now, we welcome His Excellency the Lord of Thunder and present this year's Emerging Magician Award to the winners——"

Applause surged again. The legendary mage glanced at Gretel, raised his hand to push his monocle, and began to speak:

“According to the decision of the jury, the winner of this year’s Emerging Magician Award is Gretel Nordmark.

Although he is only a second-level magician, he has achieved important results in the field of research, curbed a potential plague for the Parliament, and protected the lives and health of many magicians.

In recognition of these contributions, Congress hereby presents annual awards. Gretel Nordmark——"

Grete quickly stepped forward and stood at an angle that was convenient for the boss to see, but did not block the boss's view of the stage. He raised his head slightly and saw that the Lord of Thunder was looking straight ahead. The focus did not fall on him, nor did it look like it was on the stage. Instead, it was slightly tilted to one side of the monocle, as if he was staring at a certain plane in the void. .

While he was curious, the Lord of Thunder raised his hand and pushed up his monocle again. Grete followed his hand and saw countless tiny blue dots appearing on the lenses, arranged in parallel rows, like words. The blue dot disappeared in a flash, and the Lord of Thunder kept staring into the void and continued to speak:

"I hope you will maintain your past research spirit, continue to work hard, and make greater results. May we meet on top of the mystery!"

This paragraph was spoken in a flat tone, with no cadence at all. It can be seen that he rarely speaks as a leader. Boss, you didn’t just follow the reading, did you? That monocle is actually for projecting your speech text, right?

"May we meet above the mystery." Gretel quickly repeated. When he raised his head again, the boss's eyes finally focused on him. The monocle was also clean. There were no lightning bolts or blue dots. It was clear and transparent, as if it was just an ordinary lens.

"You are very good." The Lord of Thunder, the legendary mage Dikal moved the corner of his mouth and raised a smile. Stretching out his right hand, an assistant teacher immediately walked up to the right side of the rostrum. Holding a ruler disk in both hands, he bowed slightly and held the plate in front of the legendary mage.

Yo?

Is this my prize coming?

Gretel couldn't help but look at the plate. In the center of the disk, there lay a long box of pure black color. The lid of the box was inlaid with a row of colorful gems, vaguely shaped like a constellation. The Lord of Thunder stretched out his hand and pressed on the lid of the box, and a bolt of lightning bounced up and passed over several gems on the lid.

The long box opened silently. Lying on the deep black velvet lining is a quill, all golden and red, like the feathers of the legendary phoenix. The Lord of Thunder picked up his quill, lowered his head and scanned it, and his monocle flashed again.

"Leave your mark." He handed it to Grete crisply. Grete took it with both hands respectfully. It felt hard and slightly cool to the touch. After taking a closer look, it turned out that the whole body was made of metal. Taking another breath, each feather quivered slightly, just like the real feathers on a bird.

I don’t know how this was done... Gretel squeezed hard. There is a bit of unevenness under the fingertips. Turn it over and look at it. There is a line of small words engraved on the center feather shaft:

"1183, Emerging Magician Award, to Gretel Nordmark"

This carving craftsmanship is almost as good as micro carving. Gretel sighed secretly, and followed the instructions of the legendary mage to penetrate into his spiritual power and leave a mark. When the mental power comes into contact, the information about the quill pen suddenly unfolds in my mind line by line:

"Endless ink pen, a level 9 magic item (one layer of seal). It requires mental power to reach level 7 to unlock the seal and exert its full power.

Thinking gives people wisdom and prevents us from getting lost in a strange world. Holding (or wearing) this quill, you will be immune to attacks by magic of level 5 and below, illusions, and soul control.

This ink pen contains powerful magical powers. When it is no more than one foot away from you, it will maintain a constant mage armor on you. When the armor is broken, the [Force Field Shield] will be automatically triggered. You can cast [Teleportation] once a day, and the teleportation location is fixed (level 7 and above can specify the teleportation location by yourself).

This ink pen has a diamond set near the nib. If you insert the nib into an ink bottle, the diamond will absorb the entire bottle of ink and turn black. Therefore, until the diamond returns to transparency, you can always use it to write without worrying about the ink running out. Young magician, if you really want to keep this in your pocket, remember to add a cap.

In addition, due to its shape, you can also use it as a material for [Feather Fall]... Don't worry, just [Feather Fall] cannot damage it. "

This is really something to save my life... control release, protection, teleportation, feather fall... but there are no attack spells. Gretel wanted to laugh a little. He held the quill and bowed deeply:

"Thank you so much, Your Excellency!"

These features are exactly what I want! Who wants to fight and kill? If there are spies who want to deal with me, just go back and find the boss decisively! Also, the endless ink function is so thoughtful...

This quill looks beautiful too! Gold and red! You can tell the difference from an ordinary quill pen at a glance! I no longer have to worry about others taking it away, inserting it into my pocket, and then drifting away to who knows where!

"snort!"

The Lord of Thunder turned his eyes away in disgust. I don’t know what’s wrong with this little guy… He doesn’t want a ring, he doesn’t want a bracelet, he doesn’t want a bracelet, he doesn’t want a watch, and it’s best not to want a necklace. These are the most common styles of magic equipment. He was so picky and excluded them all. None of the ready-made templates can be used!

During the previous communication, the alchemist master in charge of making the prizes was glaring and banged the table several times to indicate that he would not take the job... Pick and choose, what qualifications does a fourth-level arcanist have to be picky!

He actually put it in his pocket! The chest of that single-breasted windbreaker actually had a specially made pocket, so ugly!

"Don't think you can run around with this! Before you were level 7, the constant teleportation spell on this could only teleport within 100 kilometers, and the destination was close to the outer edge of the mystery lock on the top of the mountain! If you run too far, you can't pull back. , no one can save you!"

"Yes, Your Excellency! Don't worry, I won't run around!"

Gretel happily took the prize and went down. By the way, that box is also his. Although the identification technique shows that it has no special function and is just a box with a magic lock, it can't stand up to its beauty!

Also inlaid with various gemstones!

Even if it can't be used to release magic, it is at least very valuable!

so tired……

I only wrote 2,600 words, and I couldn’t fit in the next big plot, so I had to put it in the evening... at least 3,400 words in the evening! I must have written enough for six thousand today!

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