The Invitation of the Magician's Guild (2)

Might makes right, and even the Mage Guild was no exception. Even Matthew, who had great mage skills, was unable to enter the core circle. It's clear that the highest level of the Mage Guild must be stronger than a great mage. And the president, who stood at the top, must be even stronger, to a level that ordinary people couldn't imagine.

"How about it? Is there no problem now? If you want to join, hurry up and get the procedures done. There are many people waiting outside," Gleson urged, seeing Drogo's expression of uncertainty.

Drogo looked up and grinned, rare for him not to show a contemptuous expression. Because Gleson's current performance was even more fake than when he took the magic exam.

Since Drogo entered this branch, no one else has come. Even the public restroom next door has more traffic than this branch of the Mage Guild. It's quite impressive that Gleson can urge Drogo without batting an eye.

"I'm sorry, but I still think it's better not to join." With a smirk, Drogo turned around and left Gleson with a sturdy back.

Refused again? Gleson was quite frustrated with Drogo's indifference no matter how much he tried to persuade him.

But giving up and letting Drogo leave? Gleson shook his head fiercely in his heart.

If Drogo left, not only would the honor he dreamed of be ruined, but it could also cause trouble for the Mage Guild, as there was another organization outside the door.

"Kid, take a look at this." Drogo was about to walk to the door when he heard Gleson's tone become serious and couldn't help but turn back to take a look. But with just one glance, Drogo's eyes almost popped out of his head.

Gleson was holding up a small square object in his palm, which was absorbing magical elements in the air with surprising colors that looked like a container of some sort.

This feature was beyond what ordinary magical props could achieve, but it wasn't enough to surprise Drogo with his memories of Matthew. He was shocked, even horrified, that he actually recognized this box...

"Ahem!" Gleson cleared his throat as if to remind Drogo not to lose his composure. "You see it, you recognize it. This is a magical prop, and its properties are the rarest of all - condensed magical elements."

Drogo had long been accustomed to hiding his thoughts, and apart from the first instant of surprise, his astonishment was completely concealed in his heart, and his face had already returned to its natural expression.

Listening to Gleson's explanation, Drogo sneered. With Gleson's skill and vision, he couldn't see the true function and value of this thing. The dense magical elements around it were not condensed, but absorbed. Drogo knew even better that this absorption had been going on for almost ten thousand years, not just for a few days.

"This item is obtained from a relic that I found in the guild. Because of my contributions, the guild bestowed it upon me. Now that you're a mage, you should understand how much this item can help with a mage's practice, right?" Gleson said.

"What exactly do you want to say?" Drogo asked in confusion.

Gleson's eyebrows furrowed and relaxed, then furrowed and relaxed again, looking very conflicted. After a while, his expression finally returned to normal, indicating that he had made a decision.

However, it was precisely because of this internal conflict that Gleson did not notice that Drogo, who was originally in a hurry to leave, was waiting patiently for him to speak.

Gleson said, "This magical item is called the Spirit Gathering Box. The condensed magical elements can double the speed at which mages practice. My talent is not particularly good, but I was able to reach the sixth level of magical power before the age of thirty, and a big part of the reason is because of it."

Gleson's frankness, even on this matter, made Drogo's opinion of him change somewhat. However, Gleson said he was not even thirty years old... Drogo had always thought this guy was at least in his thirties, even forties.

"Just join the Mage Guild, and this Spirit Gathering Box is yours!"

Without further ado, Gleson seemed to have made up his mind and threw out such a thunderous statement.

"What did you say? Give it to me?"

Drogo widened his eyes, and his surprised expression was no longer concealed.

This time it was not fake; he was truly shocked. In fact, when he recognized this thing earlier, Drogo had already decided that he must get his hands on it no matter what. Even if he had to expose his strength to forcibly take it, he would do so.

Because this thing was not just a Spirit Gathering Box as Gleson had said. Condensing and even absorbing magic elements was not its true function. It was just spontaneously recovering its energy after being depleted.

Even calling it a magic tool was inappropriate, because according to the classification of magic items on the Dominic continent, its other name should be - Demigod Artifact.