The banquet is still going on.

It looks like a good place with a harmonious and warm atmosphere, but this is only a temporary phenomenon. Soon, the voice of a middle-aged man was heard here.

"Okay, quiet down, everyone." The middle-aged man said. He was wearing a silver robe, with hard facial lines and a cold aura. The aura on his body was surging, and there was an indescribable strange feeling. This middle-aged man was a sorcerer of the Eye of Bermuda, a direct disciple of Locke, and had an extraordinary status in the Eye of Bermuda.

Many people present knew the identity of this middle-aged man, and gradually, the place became quiet.

Everyone looked at the middle-aged man quietly and listened to him speak.

"I'm glad that you all have come to our Bermuda Eye. This time, our Bermuda Eye's goal is to elect the inspector of District 11 here." The middle-aged man paused for a moment before continuing, "After all, the last inspector is dead. We can't just keep not electing and leave the position of prosecutor vacant. What does that mean for the last inspector? Ladies and gentlemen, don't you think so?"

A burst of light laughter was heard all around, and the wizards and warlocks around were echoing the words of the middle-aged man.

On the other side, Ms. Franey, who was sitting on the chair, suddenly had an ugly look on her face.

"Okay, let's get back to the point." The middle-aged man continued, "This time we want to elect an inspector. According to the original method, we have to fight. However, fighting is dangerous. If there are any casualties, it will be a loss to our wizard world. This will weaken the power of our wizard world and allow the demons of the abyss to take advantage."

"So, I propose that we hold an election to select the people we agree with, and then let them fight each other later to reduce the fighting. What do you think, everyone?"

The middle-aged man's voice was clear and echoed slowly around.

"Okay, I support that."

“This method is very good.”

"I support Locke of Bermuda Eye to take charge!"

"I also support Locke taking charge..."

When the middle-aged man finished speaking, some voices were immediately heard all around. Soon, more and more people came to support Locke, and before long the place became a noisy commotion.

The only ones who kept quiet were a few wizard and sorcerer organizations and some powerful wizards and sorcerers.

At this moment, the faces of the leaders of the wizard and warlock organizations all looked very ugly.

Ms. Franey also didn't look very good.

Although she knew from many aspects when she watched it before that Locke of the Eye of Bermuda had received support from many people, this was no longer done in secret, but was directly made public to express his stance.

The scene is really not that good.

Flannie sighed inwardly.

Her smooth and slender fingers moved, and her palm turned over subconsciously. It can be seen that on the back of her hand, there was a silver witchcraft mark emerging.

This is the mark that Maureen left for Ms. Frannie. When Maureen parted with Ms. Frannie, he left this mark on the back of her hand. This mark was carefully designed by Maureen. It can launch a powerful attack from Maureen and can also provide a strong defense. The entire mark can be used three times, depending on how Frannie uses it.

Feeling the faint witchcraft mark on the back of her hand, Ms. Freni felt slightly relieved.

"So many people support my mentor to become the leader. That's great, that's great." The middle-aged man with the Gintama hand smiled slightly. He tilted his head slightly, as if he had just discovered something special, and said, "Oh, I didn't expect that there are still people who don't support my mentor."

"You... want to fight my mentor, a powerful fifth-level spirit ring being, and become the enemy of my Eye of Bermuda?"

The middle-aged man had a smile on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes, only coldness.

The surroundings became quiet.

In an instant, everyone else turned their heads and looked at the people who were not there yet.

The expressions on the faces of the leaders of several other wizard and warlock organizations became even uglier.

"Do you want to take action?" The middle-aged warlock of the Eye of Bermuda walked over slowly. He spoke slowly and leisurely, his voice neither hurried nor slow.

Behind the middle-aged man, some other figures gradually appeared. They were also sorcerers of the Eye of Bermuda and were extremely powerful.

Many warlocks of the Eye of Bermuda walked slowly together, creating an extremely terrifying aura, like an invisible storm, pressing directly on everyone's heart.

No one was at peace.

"No, we don't want to, we don't want to." The leaders of the wizard and sorcerer organizations were all frightened, and the weaker ones finally couldn't hold on any longer. They couldn't hide the fear and panic in their eyes, and began to tremble. They had already given in.

On the other side, there were several Level 5 Spirit Rings who came alone. They had been sitting quietly, wanting to compete for the position of Inspector of District 11, but now, they felt something was wrong.

Damn it.

This is very wrong.

Especially those Bermuda warlocks who walked over slowly, their aura gradually connected together to form a terrifying wave like a vast ocean, which brought a strong sense of oppression to those warlocks.

Very fascinating.

In addition, Locke, the master of the Eye of Bermuda, was still sitting in the chair and did not take any action.

"We give up...we give up..."

"We also support Locke of the Bermuda Eye to become the supervisor of District 11."

Those five-level spirit rings sighed in their hearts, and then they started to speak like this.

The middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction, then turned his head and looked to the side.

The only wizarding organizations that have not yet agreed to express their clear support for Locke are the Gintama Hand and a few others.

"Why, you don't agree? Do you have any other ideas?" The middle-aged man walked over slowly, with a faint smile on his face. Although he was smiling, he looked very cold and chilly.

"We...we just felt..."

"Okay, we promise. We promise. I promise to support Locke in becoming the Inspector!"

An old man who was short, with white hair and eyebrows, and looked very shrewd and cunning, wanted to say something at this time. He was a little anxious and his words were not clear. But after seeing the eyes of the middle-aged man, his body trembled and he began to speak hurriedly.

The middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction.

Very good, almost everyone supports his mentor Locke, which is really good.

The middle-aged man thought about it and felt happy.

He couldn't help but feel happy.

Oh, no, there is also an organization of wizards and warlocks.

"Dear Ms. Flani, I wonder if you support my mentor Locke becoming the new inspector of District 11?" The middle-aged man's voice sounded, his voice was half-smiley, with an indescribable strangeness.

As the middle-aged man's voice sounded, everyone's eyes turned over in an instant.

All kinds of different gazes, all kinds of ambiguous gazes, fell one by one on Ms. Freni in front of her at this moment.

moment.

Flannie suddenly became the focus of everyone.