Li Aili's sudden visit drew all the attention.
At the Mage Association, an elderly man with silver hair and a white beard frowned. "Unauthorized personnel are not welcome here. Elf, please leave..."
Before the word "open" could be finished, the air rippled, the spatial gate tore open, and another spatial gate appeared.
The old shaman's temple veins throbbed.
He slammed his staff into the ground, about to erupt in anger, "What do you think this place is?!"
A long, slender leg strode out, followed closely by Panticil, who carried a briefcase and wore silver-rimmed glasses.
Everyone's gaze moved from bottom to top, and finally their expressions all went blank.
The one with the strongest reaction was the old sorcerer standing at the very front. He couldn't catch his breath and his eyes rolled back as he fell backward.
If it weren't for the two younger mages who caught him quickly, he would have been lying on the ground.
Panticillin raised his hand to adjust his glasses, and looked calmly at the old pharaoh who was being forced to drink medicine by pinching his nose:
"There's no need for such a grand gesture."
Having just caught his breath after being given a magic potion, the Archmage woke up to this sentence, and then... a second time.
Li Aili: "..."
The "Non-Intelligent Link" team looked at Pantishlin with complicated expressions.
Li Aili noticed these bubbles above many people's heads:
[This bastard often makes me want to jump off a building, but every time I see my enemies face him, I feel incredibly happy...]
Li Aili: "..."
Panticillin took out a pocket watch inlaid with a dragon gemstone and checked the time.
"Alright, my time is precious, so let's begin."
A mage said, "Let's get rid of this troublesome spirit first!"
[Damn it! If I can't drive away your Panticillin, can't I at least drive away your kin?!]
Panticilin followed his finger and saw the aloof and beautiful female elf in the crowd.
Li Aili coughed lightly, her mind quickly conjuring up a secret code.
“I am Mr. Pantishlin’s assistant. I have just finished a case involving Mr. Bajin Niu Tizi and received a letter from him. We are meeting here.”
Panticillin raised his eyebrows slightly after hearing the first part of the sentence.
After hearing the whole sentence, Panticillin calmly nodded and said, "That's right, that's how it is."
Oh, it's the Duchess of Constantinople, the one who makes alchemical potions.
Is this her new work?
It looks like I can use it too.
[If I'm ever cornered by my enemies in the future, I might be able to use this to escape.]
Li Aili: "..."
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