Today, the only outcome will be a grand finale that leaves only the mages unhappy.
There were 27 archmages present.
This makes the 15 magic saints appear somewhat weak, pitiful, and helpless.
Li Aili didn't see any familiar faces among the group of magic saints, not even the Macaron Magic Saint.
Because his surname sounds delicious, to be honest, Li Aili quite likes this old man.
Unfortunately, it seems they haven't recovered from the shadow of the social death.
On the other hand, any arcane mage you pick is a prominent figure in the "Arcane Research Monthly".
Now that they've heard that all the monks have failed, they're... absolutely overjoyed!
They abandoned all research and drove straight over on a floating island, all so they could face the mages head-on and unleash devastating attacks.
A group of menacing archmages were watching him intently. Panticil slowly removed his glasses, took out an expensive piece of Tankar 'Moonlight Cloth', and carefully wiped the lenses.
Putting on his spotless glasses, Panticil snapped his fingers. "Come on, you, the earth elemental."
"Make me a table out of dirt."
The earth elemental instinctively created an earthen table on the ground for this seemingly intimidating elf.
“Now, I’ll say it, and you’ll listen, understand?” Pantishlin finished speaking and then turned to look at the earth element.
"Don't you feel like something's missing from this table?"
Earth element: Dumb (⊙o⊙)…
“A chair.” Panticillin.
Earth Element: "Oh!"
They immediately made him a matching chair.
Panticillin lifted the hem of his long robe, sat down on the stool, and placed his pocket watch on the upper right corner of the table, straightening it.
'Tick-tock, tick-tock,' the sound of the stopwatch ticking was like the footsteps of death.
The monks' foreheads began to sweat.
With her heart filled with the dream of winning the 'little golden statue,' Li Aili stepped forward and offered her boss paper and pen.
Panticillin gave her another approving look.
[A very talented young girl; I wonder if she would be willing to be my apprentice.]
Li Aili maintained her smile: "..." Thank you for your kindness, but I'm not in a hurry to die.
Panticillin gracefully picked up the quill and, with a few deft strokes, wrote a beautiful cursive script on the parchment.
[Clause 1: The mage shall unconditionally terminate all existing illegal master-servant contracts with elemental beings.]
Having caught a glimpse of this line of text, an old, deeply wrinkled venerable monk angrily shouted, "Objection! Objection! On what grounds?!"
Panticillin's pen paused, and a drop of ink fell from the quill onto the parchment.
He crumpled the parchment into a ball and tossed it aside. "Are they intelligent beings?"
The lawyer pointed to a large group of elemental beings who were silently watching.
Although these dozen or so Dharma Saints arrived late, they knew that this matter could no longer be covered up. They kept their faces straight but refused to nod or shake their heads.
Panticillin took out a recording stone and began recording himself, saying, "The defendant refuses to plead guilty, adding another charge..."
"Yes! Yes, yes, yes!!"
Li Aili noticed the bubble above the magician's head and 'politely' greeted Panticil 180 times.
Panticillin put away the recording stone. "Then your master-servant contract is illegal."
"According to Article 6023 of the Code jointly promulgated by the six great empires:"
'No intelligent life shall enslave any other intelligent life by any means, in any manner, or for any reason.'
The holy man's breathing grew heavier and heavier, while his face grew paler and paler.
The experienced Sage Eugene took out two bottles of potions, drank one himself, and poured the other for his old friend.
Li Aili: "..." Her movements were so practiced it was almost heartbreaking.
After rewriting Clause 1, Panticillin continued writing:
[Clause 2: The mage must unconditionally compensate the elemental race for emotional distress, funeral expenses, and survivor's benefits...]
The Tankar elves become especially animated when gold coins are mentioned.
Panticil wrote down more than 20 different compensation claims, and only stopped when the 15 Sorcerers had each drunk an average of two more bottles of potion.
[Clause 3: The mage promises to pay us additional fees...]
At this point, a female legal expert exclaimed, "Why should we give you money?! Is there no justice?! Is there no law?!"
Panticillin put the quill back into the ink bottle.
He casually tore off a piece of parchment that was half full of "Private Mediation Clauses".
"Alright. See you in court."
The two sorcerers, one on each side, supported the enraged female sorcerer.
The two who saw the bubbles above the two people's heads felt particularly sorrowful:
[Just bear with it, Celine! The entire United Supreme Court is terrified of this bastard!]
We have no chance of winning; we'll end up paying even more money...
Li Aili followed behind her "boss," walking with a cold, indifferent gait, without looking back.
The archmages were as happy as if they'd been injected with adrenaline.
They'd love for this matter to escalate further.
[Hey, mage, you've lost face. If you manipulate public opinion a bit, you might even be able to boost the faith in the god of magic!]
"Wow! I love this elf kid so much!" This is the overjoyed Archmage O'Neill.
Oh right, that Leongor, and the little girl he brought along were quite nice too!
[He quietly pulled off a huge move! Hahaha!]
[The Fire Giant's research results were given to her for free!]
The Archmages, driven to despair by Panticil, had no time to pay attention to this group of Arcanists who were missing their old man.
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