Chapter 260: Court mages

Morrisen 2,867, indifferent: "Ian!"
Yang Feng is more respectful, and the etiquette is meticulous: "Chen is!"
Morrisen’s 2,867-year-old indulge in a moment: "I like the potions and prescriptions you offer. You are a magician. If so, I will reward you with a court mages."
Yang Feng gave a slight glimpse and immediately respectfully said: "Xie Xia!"
The envious eyes were concentrated on Yang Feng’s body.
There are many court magicians in the Morrisne Empire. Those court magicians are divided into three levels of court mages, court mages, and court mages.
Some magician-level magicians, within the Maurice Palace, can only become a third-level court mages. The court mages are only the strongest magician or legendary magician.
Yang Feng is only a great magician in the district, and he can become a court mages. This is a kind of glory, but also a huge power.
According to the custom of the Maurice Imperial Palace, a court magister has a third-level court mages, eight second-level court mages, and fifty first-class court mages.
In other words, Yang Fengyi became the court magister, and his team had fifty powerful powerful magicians as his men.
Of course, if you want to really accept the fifty-nine powerful magicians as your men, you have to look at Yang Feng’s ability.
In this holy city of Blue, with the blessings of the gods, countless purification enchantment, Yang Feng can not use the nano liquid robot to control others. Otherwise, if you are found to be inadvertently, once you are discovered, the foundation that he has laid down will be destroyed.
After accepting the appointment, Yang Feng honestly retired to the courtiers, next to Busso. He is the Earl of Real Seal. It also has the qualification to be a member of the court.
Soon after, the DPRK will disperse.
"The Earl of Ian, please come to the Imperial Study Room."
Yang Feng just wanted to leave, and a waiter came to him and respectfully said.
Yang Feng said: "Good!"
Yang Feng followed the servant and walked through a corridor. Came to the royal study.
In the royal study. Only Morrisen sat on a chair for 2,867, and casually looked at a piece of music.
Yang Feng did an impeccable etiquette and then said: "Wei, Ian, have seen you!"
Morrisen turned around in a slow, two-eighth-seventh-seventh century. The slightly muddy eyes glanced at Yang Feng, revealing a smile that looked like a smile: "Ian, I heard you I came to the Holy City of Bluetown. I was invited by Garza to the beautiful and happy hotel. I had a wonderful night. Ian, what did Garsa talk to you?"
Yang Feng suddenly became shocked and turned his mind into countless thoughts. With the superb perception of the three-level warlock, he could clearly perceive that at least six legendary concealed forces were locked in this room. He, once he made a slight change. It will usher in the siege of the six legendary powerhouses.
Yang Feng behind the cold sweat DC, the mind is turning. In the end, honestly: "His Royal Highness of the Six Emperors invites the Minister to enter the beautiful and happy hotel. It is hoped that Wei Chen will join his camp and confront the great emperor, helping him to reach the throne in the future."
Morrisen’s 2,867-seventh world seemed to carelessly ask: "Have you promised him?"
Yang Fengdao: "The Governor of the Minister of the Monchus, Mr. Monbuso, was able to return to his homeland and become a red earth count. His kindness was deep. Therefore, the minister was only slightly hesitant, and he promised that the six emperors would join his camp."
Morris en 2,867, smirked: "The person who promised you the Earl of Red Earth is me, not Garza. You should be loyal to me, not him!"
Yang Feng bowed slightly and complimented: "Yes! Yes! It is indeed the sire of the Earl of Red Earth. The Minister is willing to die for the sire!"
Morris En 2,867, but a murderer does not blink, free to do whatever you want. As long as he has not been touched, Yang Feng does not want to violate him.
Yang Fengqi nailed the railway: "If you want to let the ministers leave the camp of His Royal Highness, the ministers will immediately cut off all dealings with them."
Compared with his own life, the relationship between Yang Feng and the six emperors Garza is not worth mentioning.
Morrisen nodded with satisfaction in 2,867. It means profoundly: "No. Since you have promised Garza, please help him."
Yang Feng was relieved for a long time. He only felt that the clothes on his back had been wet with sweat, but he looked respectfully: "Yes! Your Majesty!"
With the prince as a companion tiger, Morris en 2, 667, this faint prince is even more dangerous, a word is not good, perhaps it is the murder.
Morrisen’s 2,867 faint saying: "Well, if there is nothing, you will retire!"
Yang Feng suddenly said: "Your Majesty, Wei Chen has a certain event."
Morris en 2,867, indifferent: "said!"
Yang Feng Gong respectfully said: "Wei Chen wants to open a magic school in the Holy City of Bluetown to cultivate magic talents for the empire. Weichen wants to ask you to be the dean of this magic school."
The magical inheritance of the Faso plane is very old. In addition to the major churches, there are only a few loose magical organizations formed by a single magician.
Those magic apprentices are discovered when the magicians travel, or they are recommended by acquaintances to earn their own income. Or pass it in the form of a magical family. A magician usually only takes no more than four magic apprentices. This way of inheritance makes the number of magicians in the world very rare.
It was such a magical inheritance method that Cang's plane was a long time ago. However, the college stream eventually replaced this ancient way of inheritance and became the mainstream of the forces of the position of Cang.
Morris enthused for a while after a long time, suddenly smiled: "Magic Academy? Yes, but that magic school, I can not pay a penny."
Yang Feng smiled slightly: "No problem, all the expenses, I am all inclusive."
Morrisen was impatient with the 2,867th world: "Okay! Go back!"
Yang Feng Gong respectfully said: "Yes! Your Majesty!"
Morrisen took a bottle of dragon-like strong potion and drank it in 2,867. It suddenly felt refreshed and regained youthfulness and full of strength.
"It's a good remedy!!" Morrisen sighed for a long time, showing a joyful look and turned to walk toward the harem.
When he stepped out of the palace gate, Yang Feng felt that he was loose.
The feeling that the fate hangs over others is extremely uncomfortable for Yang Feng, a warlock who pursues truth and freedom.
In the Victory Palace, in front of the 2,867th world of Morris, except for the electorate of God, the high-level churches, and the various family-headed patriarchs hidden in the Morrisian Empire, everyone It is an ant. With his orders, he was able to turn those ants into corpses, even if the legendary powers were no exception. And Maurice's 2,867, he is not even a knight-level powerhouse. This is the power of power.
"Ian, you stand for me!!"
Yang Feng has just left the palace, not far away, a blue warrior suit, a bundle of blue single pony tail, a long sword with a waist, a tall figure, pretty looks, prestige, full of heroic beauty In front of him, he looked at him with a sullen look.
Behind the blue-haired girl, following the six-shouldered sword, the imposing young man. The six young men looked at Yang Feng and looked indignant.
Yang Feng brows slightly wrinkled: "Who are you?"
The blue-haired girl was filled with indignation: "Hiron, is the father's chief disciple. You actually shot him, and there is no king!"
"It turned out to be like this." Yang Feng showed a scornful smile and said: "If I sin, you can report it like the Imperial Police. Now, let go, you are blocking my way. You civilians, blocking The way of the great aristocracy. According to the law of the Empire, but to whip thirty whip."
As soon as this statement came out, the six young men behind the blue-haired girl were frustrated, and this reminded me of this man, a real imperial empire.
There is a law in the Morrisne Empire that if civilians do not give way to the road of the great aristocracy, it is also a crime. They will be fined 10 gold coins and whipped 30 times.
It is impossible for the civilians in the Morrisen Empire to fight the great aristocracy. This is why countless people have sharpened their heads and want to become nobles.
A young man's face changed and whispered: "Becky, let's go! He is a big aristocrat, and if he calls, it will be troublesome. The black-skinned dogs in the garrison are all these." The running dogs of the great aristocracy."
The police in the Morrisen Imperial Guards Hall were all wearing black uniforms. In the mouths of many lower-level people, the police became black-skinned dogs.
"I am not afraid of him! My father is Lei Guangjian. He is just a count of the district, what is great. You coward, see me to teach him!!"
Becky was annoyed with a burst of fire, and the body of the sky broke out of the knight's vindictiveness, and his body shape shook and slammed toward Yang Feng. Because Yang Feng is a big aristocrat, she is also jealous, even the sword is afraid to pull out, just want to seize Yang Feng, he taught him a meal.
"interesting!"
Yang Feng smiled and immediately shouted: "Some people have assassinated the big nobility!! Come on!! Someone here is assassinating the great nobility!!"
"Who!! Who dares to assassinate the great nobility!!"
The four police officers patrolling nearby rushed over and shouted, screaming at the police siren. (To be continued~^~)