Chapter 213 Ilio Arrives
"Ilio!"
Not only Shu Li was surprised, but Gabriel and Fritton also stood up in surprise and looked at him in disbelief.
"You...when did you come back?" Gabriel couldn't help but squeeze the little monkey in his arms, and the little monkey rolled its eyes.
At this time, Ilio was wearing a gorgeous high-level magic robe, with long, smooth black hair, a golden forehead ring, a fox-like smile on his handsome face, and a magic badge representing the Mage Saint on his chest, showing his elegance.
Shu Li looked him up and down. It was the first time she saw him appear in front of everyone in such a high-profile manner with Al's face.
Dizio, the other goblins, and Amanda looked at each other.
They had never seen Ilio disguised as a human before, but when Sperian called him "Ilio" and saw the annoying smile on his face, they knew it was him.
When Nasha met Mr. Al again, she couldn't help but cover her mouth, and there was an expression of disbelief in Violet's eyes.
She had heard the princess mention that Mr. Al, who was with Amo, was a Dharma Saint. Now that she had seen him with her own eyes, she was deeply impressed by his aura.
Ace's eyes moved and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
"Hi, Gabriel, long time no see. You are still so young and beautiful." Ilio greeted Gabriel with a smile.
Gabriel was amused by his frivolous words and let go of the little monkey in his arms. The little monkey was freed, struggled to break free, and ran to the corner to hide its little body.
"I haven't heard from you for three hundred years. I thought you disappeared in an accident." Gabriel said with emotion.
Over four hundred years ago, Ilio entered the Saint Vilia School of Magic as a senior mage, radiant with brilliance and striking down countless magical prodigies. In just a hundred years, he ascended from mage to mage, his terrifying magical talent beyond compare.
After that, he left the college and was never heard from again.
"Fritton is alive and well, how could something happen to me?" Ilio raised his handsome eyebrows and looked at Fritton, who had a gloomy face, and sized him up with a critical eye. "Hey, Fritton, have you finally become a Mage Saint? I remember when I left the academy, you were just a low-level archmage. I didn't expect that three hundred years later, you'd already become a Mage Saint. You're worthy of being a magical genius from the Pros Empire. Amazing, amazing!"
Fritton's forehead was bulging with veins as he listened to the blatant sarcasm.
The black-haired young man who suddenly broke into the office turned out to be the hateful guy who always suppressed him and cast a shadow on his life.
Once, he was a highly regarded magical genius, the future Mage Saint being trained by the Magic Tower, possessing all the glory. When he became a mentor at the rank of Archmage, Ilio appeared with a letter of recommendation from Mage Saint Danlov.
He served as both a student and a mentor, and with his handsome appearance and eloquence, he was the center of attention in the magic academy.
Fritton originally disdained people like him who liked to attract attention, but he was promoted to the Grand Master in just one year, so he had to pay attention to him.
After that, the class of magic apprentices he taught made rapid progress, and in just ten years, all of them became magicians.
In contrast, the students taught by Fritton are still struggling at the apprentice magician level.
Over the next ninety years, Ilio's magical talent astonished the entire courtyard. The Magic Tower extended olive branches to him many times, but he rejected them all.
Until he became a magic saint, took the graduation certificate of Saint Villiers Magic Academy, and left capriciously. He was gone for more than three hundred years and there was no news of him.
Fritton felt a tightness in his chest and his breathing became rapid.
Why?
Why did he suddenly come back when everyone was about to forget him?
"Huh? Why aren't you talking?" Ilio leaned closer to ask. "Weren't you quite talkative just now? I stood at the door and listened for most of the day. You're so impressive!"
Imitating Fritton's tone, he turned and pointed at Bugari and said, "I don't care about anything else, I just want an explanation from the principal!"
Zephir held his forehead and couldn't bear to look at him.
“Puff—”
The little goblins couldn't help but laugh out loud at the same time.
Bugari kept winking at Ilio, asking him not to go too far and to give Fritton some face.
Fritton's chest heaved violently, and he forced himself not to argue with the ruffian. According to past experience, if he argued with him, he would be the one vomiting blood in the end.
After taking three deep breaths, he said coldly, "Ilio, I don't have time to joke with you right now."
"How is this a joke?" Ilio folded his arms and narrowed his eyes. "Aren't you going to cause trouble for my brother? As his brother, how can I just stand by and watch?"
"What brothers?" Fritton glared.
It's really weird!
Although no one knows Ilio's real age, a magician who becomes a mage is basically over seven or eight hundred years old. Where did his younger brother come from?
Elio reached out and took Shu Li, who was watching the show, in his arms, ruffling his hair vigorously. "Proudly introducing Sperian, my younger brother."
Shu Li, who was suddenly rubbed, puffed up her cheeks helplessly.
"Impossible!" Fritton pointed at the two of them. "How old is he, and how old are you?"
How can there be brothers who are a thousand years apart in age? You must be kidding!
"Why not?" Ilio laughed shamelessly. "He's the brother I adopted when I was traveling across the continent. Oh, and so are the others over there."
He turned around and waved, and Discio, Budno, and Angel ran over and circled around him. Kumandi walked up slowly and stood quietly aside.
When they were in the Elf Kingdom, the goblins were too busy trying to avoid him, but now when they saw him, they were extremely happy, as if they had seen a relative.
Seeing that the intimacy between them did not seem fake, Fritton gritted his teeth and said, "Adopted brother?"
Very good, very good!
The five mountain folk who should have been the easiest to deal with turned out to be Ilio's "brothers", becoming the toughest guys to deal with.
Elio happily patted each goblin's head, then looked up at Fritton sharply, saying indifferently, "I've warned you before, don't treat just any oddball as a treasure. Not only did you not give the youngster a beating for his mistake, but you actually helped him bully others? As a fellow mage, I'm truly ashamed of you. Is there something wrong with Danlov's eyesight? Cultivating someone like you who can't tell right from wrong as a pillar of the Magic Tower, aren't you afraid that you'll bring disrepute to the Magic Tower?"
Fritton's face flushed with anger. "You—"
"What do you mean?" Ilio interrupted. "Let Zephir and Gabriel judge. Am I wrong? You're the elder, but instead of setting a good example, you're leading the way in bullying. Aren't you ashamed? You're so old, and you're bullying a few seventeen or eighteen-year-olds. I'm ashamed for you!"
"Cough cough cough——" Fritton was so angry that he choked on a mouthful of spit. He coughed and backed away, and sat down on the sofa.
"Uncle, are you...are you okay?" Lu Weixi hurried forward, patted his back and helped him calm down.
He was completely panicked now.
A few minutes ago, they had the upper hand, waiting to teach these magic apprentices a lesson, but then a mage who claimed to be Ilio came and spoke rapidly. My uncle was no match for him at all. The situation suddenly changed, and they were immediately at a disadvantage.
"Hey, this kid calls you Grandpa Uncle?" Ilio replied, "How old is he? How old are you?"
What generation is my uncle?
He is my grandmother's brother.
It was obviously inappropriate for Luvitch, who was in his early twenties, to call his nearly thousand-year-old uncle Fritton "grandfather."
"Cough, cough, cough!" Fritton had just recovered, but when he heard his question, he started coughing violently again, almost coughing out his lungs.
Zephyr gave him a sympathetic look.
"Ilio." Gabriel shook his head, reminding him to stop. Fritton was so angry that she couldn't explain it to the Lord of Law.
Elio shrugged his shoulders, closed his mouth, and watched Fritton breathe coldly.
Shu Li quietly gave him a thumbs up.
Ilio is known for his sharp tongue, which can make people angry to death.
Although no one knew why he suddenly appeared here, it was very satisfying to see that he had made Lu Weixi's elder Sage of Mage so angry that he was fuming.
Seryu quietly looked at the black-haired young man called "Ilio" by the principal, his heart in turmoil.
Eighteen years ago, he and Harris broke into the Fairy Forest, hoping to meet the Elf King and get the Sword of Carlos back.
The black knights who were chasing them followed them into the goblin forest and severely injured them, nearly killing them.
When he woke up in a bed in a wooden house, he saw a black-haired elf who called himself Ilio. The elf told him that he was asked by the Elf King to take care of him and Haris.
That was the first and only time in Seleucus's life that he saw the legendary elves.
Just as described in the poems, the elves are so beautiful, elegant, noble and holy, and are truly the darlings of the God of Light.
Just now, when he heard the name "Ilio", it awakened long-lost memories, and the image of the black-haired elf appeared clearly in his mind.
The mage "Ilion" in front of him is not the elf "Ilion".
They looked different, their eye colors were different, and even their auras were nothing alike.
Seryu looked at the handsome black-haired young man, and a trace of loss flashed through his heart.
Fritton finally caught his breath and glared at Elio gloomily, wondering how to get back at him.
Ilio suddenly stretched out his finger and shook it at him several times. "Hey, don't look at me like that. It's creepy."
Fritton's breathing quickened again.
Gabriel cleared his throat and tried to smooth things over: "I think this matter... let it go! Minor friction between students is understandable. Just apologize to each other and let it go."
"Apologize? No!" Ilio objected. "My brother didn't do anything wrong. Why should he apologize?"
Fritton was provoked by him and said angrily: "This matter is not over yet!"
Elio raised an eyebrow. "Yes, this isn't over yet."
Gabriel asked with a headache, "So, how do the two Mage Saints plan to solve this problem?"
Ilio pushed Shu Li in front of the crowd and said with a smile, "Didn't I tell you when I first came in? Let them fight, and the loser should kneel down and apologize to the winner."
Fritton glanced at the magic badge on Shu Li's chest, frowned and asked, "Are you sure?"
What had Ilio done wrong? He actually let a mid-level magic apprentice from the seventh element fight against a high-level magic apprentice from the fire element.
"Are you sure?" Ilio asked provocatively. "Are you scared?"
Fritton sneered: "As long as you don't regret it."
Elio lowered his head and asked Shu Li, "Are you confident you can win?"
"Of course!" Shu Li answered firmly. Why refuse when you can beat someone up openly?
He not only wants to win, but also wants to win beautifully and make the other party convinced.
"Ilio, let me fight," Kumandi said calmly. Sperion was young and worried he might kill someone without knowing the consequences.
"I, I, I—" Dizio raised his hand, "Let me fight!"
How could he be absent from the good deeds of beating people up?
"Let me do it, I know my limits." Angel smiled. He was sure to beat Luvitch until he cried for mercy.
"It's me! I like beating people the most." Budnow shouted in a loud voice.
"I want to beat someone up too!" Amanda said unyieldingly.
Lu Weixi clenched his fists, his eyes gleaming with ferocity. These guys… these guys… what do they take him for?
Damn it! Hateful!
How could Shu Li let his friends take away his work?
"I'm the captain, I have the final say." He made the final decision.
Hector, who had wanted to challenge for a fight, opened his mouth and looked dejected. He was the cause of the incident, but the captain had to bear it all.
He felt extremely guilty and hated himself for not being strong enough.
Seeing this, Ace said to him, "You have to trust Sperian."
Zephir clapped his hands and looked at Ilio and Fritton seriously. "Since you all agree, is this settled? Sperien will face Luvisi, and whoever loses will kneel and apologize."
"no problem."
"Can."
Elio and Fritton answered in turn.
"That's settled then." Zephir reached into his storage ring and took out a piece of smooth paper and a quill pen. He quickly wrote a line of words, then flicked his finger and the paper flew in front of Fritton.
"Let's sign the contract!"
Fritton snorted coldly and signed his name without saying a word.
The paper then flew in front of Ilio, who signed it neatly.
"Principal, please be a witness." Zefei said.
Gabriel always felt that something was a little strange, but things had come to this point and she could not think of a better way except to sign.
Soon, the signed paper returned to Zephir's hands.
"No day is worse than today. I'll go inform the entire school that the academy arena will be fully open at 2:00 this afternoon for the first match before the start of the semester." Zephir stood up and stretched. "By the way, let the Lord God of Magic know that if the other mages in the Magic Tower are free, they can come and watch the match."
The corner of Gabriel's mouth twitched: "Let's just... forget about the Lord of Law and the Magic Tower, right?"
"Forget it? No, no!" Zephir shook his head. "This bet between two mages is unprecedented and so exciting, how can I miss it? If the arena wasn't so limited in seating, I'd sell tickets to all the magicians in the city."
Ilio looked at Zephyr meaningfully.
This dragon really enjoys watching the fun and doesn't mind making trouble. He invited Danlov and the mages from the Magic Tower to watch the battle. Does he want to embarrass Fritton?
People say that elves hold grudges, but in fact, dragons are even more ruthless when it comes to revenge.
Good luck to you, Fritton!
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