My Summons Are Weird

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Noel was very busy, and the spirit of impregnation prevented him from lingering with maids and painters. Battle reports from all directions and information from various city-states in the country occupied most of his day.

In the round table meeting room, dozens of military nobles were arguing violently beside the round table. Their faces were red and their ears were red, and their fists were rubbing hands. The chairs were pushed aside by their burly bodies, and they were smashed by a foot. They were waving their fists the size of sandbags, and they were eager to try.

The magicians backed away very knowingly and gave the venue to them.

At the height of the conference hall of the Opera House, Noel was like a theater audience, silently watching the escalation of the quarrel among the military nobles.

He didn't mean to stop, but aimed his eyes at the Silent One who was wearing a gray-black silver-silver uniform next to him.

After Noel took office, he carried out drastic reforms to the clothes of the Silent. He hated all outdated clothes. For the pure black and solemn Silent's black robes, silver threads were added to the edges, and the robes were cut to make it more comfortable. Mark [Bright Incarnation].

The clothes that were cut and modified were infinitely close to evening dresses. In order to maintain the mystery of the Silent One, they had to order a large number of capes, and rejected Noel's modification advice. The compromise on the clothes is also the biggest concession that the Silent One can make to his new king-even if it is to comply with the law, Noel did not like the Silent One at first.

Seven years after taking the helm of Slego, the twenty-eight-year-old Noel has brought many changes to the country, and it's clear that...

The Silence who protects Noel is a woman, because Noel refuses to accept any male closet, and her keen senses make her realize that Noel is staring at her.

The Silent One turned around indifferently and took a few steps back. A sound barrier was formed quickly, and the spellcasting technique was decisive and capable.

Noel stopped the maid on the other side and kissed him immediately.

The silent ones in the dark took all their sights back and placed them in the middle of the noisy council room, where the quarrel continued.

A few minutes later, the maid winked like silk, and Noel was in high spirits. He squinted at the military nobles, and watched them quarrel without fighting. He took a wooden sword and threw it down.

On the contrary, the wooden sword that fell in the center of the round table calmed the turbulent river quickly, and they all raised their heads and looked up at Noel.

"In a fight, whoever wins is justified."

What Noel said with a smile was like a basin of cold water, which woke everyone up.

The magicians kept snickering and whispered disdainfully-the magicians had never been very interested in the people who were about to command them. The right to dispatch the main battle force.

Now Noel's rebuke looks like they'll get their idea.

The veteran military aristocrats died down, no longer squeaked, but dropped a wooden sword again.

The whole place was silent.

"It has been five days since the first army reinforced Solon, and you already know about the battle damage report on the front line. Now you are fighting for the structure of the legion and the candidate for the commander..." Noel spread his hands, "The lords have made great achievements in battle, and everyone said that they recommended candidates. Only then can we lead the legion to exert the greatest combat power, and do not accept disruption and reorganization..."

"I'm serious, let's fight, whoever wins, I'll listen to whoever wins."

Anyone can hear the displeasure in Noel's tone. For this ridiculous emperor, the Sleigo family has always dared not to underestimate this - at least Noel's ability to make money is among the best in Mera.

An academy magician leader came out.

"Your Majesty, I suggest that the archmages of Slago Imperial College organize and dispatch the major legions. In terms of overall control, mages have a natural advantage."

Noel's hand has already begun to explore on the maid. Hearing this, the corner of his mouth rises: "Could it be that the generals of the empire cooperate with the magicians, the advantages of your overall control cannot be manifested, this is the incompetence of my generals, or the magician Are they and the generals incapable of complementing each other?"

The military nobles glared at the magicians, and a legion commander said faintly: "Our soldiers can't fly, and I am afraid that they cannot effectively cooperate with the tactics of the archmages. It is better to let the archmages take the lead."

"Extremely vulgar." The leader of the Magic Academy scolded.

"Yes, we are vulgar." The military nobles put down their prejudices and faced the magicians side by side, "I heard some interesting rumors recently."

The talking noble looked around and picked up a magic crystal: "Magic power fluctuates so frequently, the legendary magic tide is coming soon... This land will receive its baptism, and the brilliance bestowed by the gods will lead us into a new era. era."

"But this news seems to be blocked by the magicians?"

"Baron George, you have misunderstood our respected archmages. They must have strictly considered and wanted to confirm carefully, so they temporarily blocked the news."

"That's a misunderstanding. After all, how can there be animals in this world who deliberately conceal the coming of the world's great changes, but use the information gap to harvest the bottom-level apprentices. There must be no such bad people."

The laughter sounded together, but it was gloomy.

"I also heard that at that time in the Pope City, various ethnic groups discussed cooperation matters, and also talked about the exchange of knowledge from one school... Duke Miles, can you tell me which schools of knowledge are now being shared?"

Duke Miles pulled out the booklet he carried with him, and shouted in astonishment: "My God, they are from the Potions School. They shared the healing potion that can speed up the healing of wounds. According to the rating, it is a second-order magician. medicine!"

There was thunderous applause, and the sarcasm mixed with it made the magicians unable to raise their heads, and their shame made them blush, but the applause seemed to last as long as it was about to overturn the roof of the council hall.

School magicians have always been impersonal in terms of not being human. Traditional magicians have long taken the initiative to join the defense against impregnation, go to the front lines, and begin to teach low-level magicians magic skills.

Only the magicians of the school are still standing still. The deep-rooted school system headed by the magic schools of various countries is astoundingly stingy. They are also willing to fight against the infection, but let them share knowledge...don't even think about it!

Although magicians are the main force in resisting the infestation, it must be countless ordinary people who keep a front running smoothly, as well as those warriors and ordinary soldiers who are despised by them but play an infinite role in logistics.

These people are more like cannon fodder, because all major fronts are named to protect the magician from retreating at a critical moment, which means self-sacrifice.

The Solon Frontline has lost two city-states in a row today, and it has been drenched like the wind, and the speed of action has exceeded everyone's expectations.

The magicians of these two city-states have basically withdrawn intact - the warriors who have followed one after another have won them a chance to survive with their flesh and blood. They who have fought deep into the infestation area know that they will die, but they still have no turning back.

This generation of warriors is very clear that the magician used various methods to block their rise, but before the big issue, they let go of their hatred.

Only a magician can create a glimmer of hope... the hope of expelling the infestation and restoring the homeland.

For this reason, ordinary people from all races voluntarily became the bulwark of magicians.

What are the school magicians doing?

"I think some people still have no sense of crisis, so they have to go to the north of Solon and the south of the teaching country to see what the battlefield looks like. Smart people who deal with books will always have an inexplicable sense of superiority, thinking that they are omnipotent."

With the sarcasm of a certain noble, the two factions completely started a scolding war.

Noel sneered and whispered, "Flies fight in groups."

After speaking, he pulled his hand out of the maid's clothes, stood up and was about to leave.

The quiet man next to him hurried forward: "Die, like the wind, the front line changes three times a day. Sleigo's reinforcements must be dispatched as soon as possible and set off."

"Not urgent."

"Your Majesty!" Several more silent people came around, their voices urgent.

"I didn't say it was in a hurry, but they weren't in a hurry. Do you think it's useful for me to be in a hurry?" Noel looked at the Silent One who was half-kneeling on the ground. He sat directly on the ground, and reached out and took off the mask of the Silent One who was close to him.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's really pretty..."

The Close Silence looked at Noel indifferently, the contempt that made Noel flush and pat his hands in admiration.

"It's a good look, I like it... I'm going to say something I should have said later on this look, let's open the noise barrier."

After the silencers cut off their voices together, Noel hooked the silencers' chin and said: "Antonio of the Holy Nation, he has inherited Laurent's legacy, and Laurent has paved the way for him perfectly, allowing him to sit comfortably as a pope. Throne, sudden disaster, they are united."

Noel took a sniff, found the second female Quieter, lifted the veil in the same way, and pinched her face.

"The Shadow Guards of Cord Zorn are absolutely loyal to that stupid guy in Ravenice, and they have always been cruel, and when the foundation of Ravenis is not stable, they will kill the opposition and kill the opposition to silence. Seriously. Vinnis' personal ability is really not good, and his grasp of the situation is even worse, but the Shadow Guard..."

Noel patted the Silent One's delicate face, tsk tsk.

The silent ones who heard the subtext were breathing hard, but Noel ignored them.

"It goes without saying that in Solon's country, they were directly attacked by the infestation, and they have already begun to gamble on the national fortune. Although the school is still stingy, they work together anyway."

"As for the major races... Do you think the Four Great Nations will have a good time when they fall?" Noel sneered, "If the dragon fell on the ridge of Furious Volcano five hundred and seventy-two years ago, and the impregnation did not fail, what do you think? What is Meera like now?"

"Even the sea clan, after the fall of the four major countries, have to worry that the butterfly that can only dive into the deep sea will not find trouble with them. Righteously form the Sea Tribe Alliance to join the ranks of the fight against the infection."

"Looking at Quan Mela, we Slago, aren't we more..." Noel put his chin on his fist, "Chic."

A calm but powerful, neutral voice sounded from behind the curtain.

"What does Your Majesty want to do?"

Noel walked to the rose-red curtain, looked at the tall and straight figure behind the curtain, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said jokingly: "The Quiet One can just learn a little about the Shadow Guard."

The Silent Ones were startled.

The voice behind the curtain was silent for a long time, and asked again, "How far are you going?"

"I should ask you guys." Noel still had a cynical look on his face.

"A lot of people will die."

"Then stop talking, let them continue to quarrel, and I continue to play with the maids, create people, until the land of Sleigo is contaminated and polluted, we will leave Mera through the four islands of frost and snow, and there will be no more troubles."

Noel hugged his close-fitting Silent One: "By the way, since I want to give up, then I hope to get her. Considering the future sailing, my heir should have a strong physique, and she is very good."

The terrifying Silence was dragged by Noel to the outside of the noise barrier. The moment Noel was about to leave, there was a heavy sigh behind the curtain.

"as you wish."

Noel was overjoyed when he heard the words, and asked for a kiss directly to Silent Silent.

"I'm talking about the former."

"Promise with the latter."

"Let the lady fall in love with you. You've always been very good. If she agrees, we can't stop it."

After the close-fitting silence broke free, Noel did not forget to sniff the lingering fragrance on his hand.

"You can promise to be like the Shadow Guard..."

"We are the will of the Empire. If the Empire is torn apart, it is imperative to defend its dignity." The voice behind the curtain interrupted Noel, "When will it start?"

"tomorrow."

"Maybe tonight?"

"It takes time to organize crimes, and who should be included in the list also needs to be calculated."

"Need a charge?"

Noel choked.

"Shadow Guard, it seems that you don't need a crime, you can do it too."

Noel changed the subject, "You guys can beat the old man of the academy, right?"

The person behind the curtain snorted disdainfully: "They dare not ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ strong self-confidence is revealed in their words, it is a calm and natural sense of superiority.

While the nobles and magicians were still arguing, they didn't know that they would soon face the suffocating silence of walking on the earth.

A silent person suddenly broke in, feeling the serious atmosphere and feeling a little overwhelmed for a while.

Noel beckoned to him, because he saw the scroll in the Silent One's hand with the symbol of the Church.

"The Ecclesiastical Nation hopes that we can assist in finding impregnations that use magic on the battlefield and observe their movements as much as possible."

Noel frowned. It was no secret that Dip Dye could cast magic. There were reports on the fronts that had been captured these days, but if you observe and collect data alone, this behavior is extremely risky.

He believed that the Holy Nation also knew this, but why... the letter was actually written by Antonio!

After discovering this, Noel fell into deep thought.

Not long after, a messenger from the Patriarchate brought a message that surprised Noel even more.

"It is rumored that it came from the south of Broken Gold City, and the communication in the Red Flame Mountains made Antonio make such a decision. The people who live there, after verification, are Serra and the Gluttony."

Noel didn't know much about Gluttony, but Sera...she was supposed to be the Pope of the Church.

"Will it have something to do with Lauren?"

Thinking of Laurent, Noel covered his forehead and fell into a long silence.

Finally, he made a decision.

"We will fully cooperate with the teaching country and collect relevant information across the board."

Follow in the footsteps of the wise and you will never be wrong.