220 218 A bunch of them. (1/2)
When Fran left the Adventurer Alliance, the weird guys suddenly came close.
Speaking of how weird it is, all four of them wear the same gray robe softly from their heads and their faces cannot be discerned well. He has a wooden wand in his hand that was a savior, and he is perfectly fit to think only of himself as a mage.
Besides, he's the type of classic magician who comes out of the gaga. Perfect so far, don't make it look like a cosplay even though it's a world of sorcery.
Besides, the control of the movement was abnormal, and that breathtaking movement had increased their frigidity in reverse.
After I appraised him, I found out that he was quite a magician. That said, no one can use the top attributes, and he's the highest-level guy and water magic is level 7.
”What?”
Weird guys to see, but I can't feel any hostility or malice in particular, so I'm lost for a moment on how to handle it.
Then four broke sassy to the left and right, and put their canes up in heaven. And one man came in from the middle.
Unlike the plain four, he has a luxurious cane with a gemstone embedded first in a purple robe with only one gold edge. He's got a face.
Noticeable neat nose. He's a handsome guy with blue hair. It's frigid. No, you're not saying it's frigid or anything because you're handsome, are you? Really?
”I've been waiting for you. Dear Fran!”
”Hmm? Who?
”My name is Gracuma. Ayworth Sorcerer Guild, Director of the Urmut Branch.”
Glarkma gracefully graces herself with a playful trick. That's a painting.
But you're a magician's guild. I've heard your name, but you never got involved. You mean the head of the Urmut branch, the head of this country?
Um, not weak, but now you're the branch manager? 'Cause you mean the guild master of this town's sorcerer's guild, right?
When it comes to being the guild master for us, it's a Klimt or Diaz level...
The magician named Glarkma in front of me only has 20 basic LVs, and he only had stats to the extent of a precisely rank D adventurer. Only magic is flame: Lv3, storm: Lv1, thunderbolt: Lv2 and reasonably powerful, but otherwise devastating. I guess I really only went on to practice magic.
But I don't remember these guys calling me Lady Fran or anything......
”We have seen many great matches”
”Yes.”
”Numerous great sorceries used in the game! I was so impressed with this glaucoma that I cried unconsciously!
Well, from the magician's point of view, did it look like an advanced game with all the high-end witchcraft? Because I shot Kanna Kamui, it would have looked like I shot him with no chant.
”Dear Grand Mage Fran,”
”? I'm not a magician”
I guess it's like a name. But when I think about it, I haven't changed my profession in a while. I wonder if Fran would have increased considerably now.
Glarkma ignored Fran's whining and took something like a little box out of her nostalgia. Then, when the small box is opened, it is placed on one knee in front of the flan to show the contents of the small box.
In keeping with that movement, he tilted forward the wand that the magicians of the ash robe had put up and moved to surround us.
It also looks like some kind of suspicious ritual. No magic moves, but let's keep an eye out for these guys' moves. If you make any suspicious moves at all, I'll kick your ass with a mind-boggle.
”This way, please”
”What's this?
”My Ayworth Mage Guild will give it to Fran, the Great Mage. First floor chapter.”
”Grade?”
What's the rank? I don't know, but Glarkma's going to recommend the box as a snag.
Master?
”Hmm, what do I do?”
Neither the magicians around you nor the glaucomas have any indication of using magic, but are you sure you're okay with receiving something like this medal?
”Sa, please take this one. The Great Mage deserves you.”
I don't feel hostile, and I have no lies in my current words... That doesn't make me feel trustworthy.
'But it's suspicious, and let's stop receiving it. All of a sudden, you can find out about the Sorcerer's Guild and all that. ”
”Mm. I don't need it.”
”Hey, why!
”Something suspicious”
”No, we don't...”
”Yes, that's it”
”Hey, what the fuck!
If I was unsure whether to force a glacquard without pulling, there was a shadow interrupting between Fran and the glacquards.
”It's the same at Ayworth's.”
”Fermus?”
”Hey, it's been yesterday”
Yes, it was Fermus, a former Rank A adventurer and yarn man who played a fierce fight with Fran who blocked me from sheltering Fran.
”Do what! Don't be adventurous! We're in the middle of an important ritual right now!
”I'm here to interrupt that stupid ritual.”
”What do you mean?
”You know, it's the way these guys always do it.”
Oh, my God, what's happening now seems to be the official induction ceremony for the Ayworth Mage Guild. The movements of the surrounding magicians were still ritual objects.
And then the ritual is completed by being awarded a rank stamp by a high-ranking sorcerer, and Fran is made to join the sorcerer's guild, apparently.