Your Excellency Xu Mo.

Your Excellency Xu Mo.

No, Your Excellency Xu Mo has completely entered a state of selflessness.

It can be seen that, chief, let’s solve the problem with the old method.

With a bang, the light in the entire conference room was suddenly intercepted. My eyes, who had written the manuscript smoothly, suddenly turned black, and even if I reached out, I couldn't see my five fingers.

However, now I am familiar with the ability brought by the Elemental Eye. Even if I don’t take off my eye mask, I can sense the changes in the surrounding elements. Without thinking, I can easily disperse and adjust the magic element structure that builds the forbidden light barrier. I suddenly realized before my eyes.

What happened? I wrote it smoothly. I frowned and was very dissatisfied with the interruption of inspiration.

Needless to say, this sudden forbidden light barrier was naturally written by two old mages, the Mage Tower.

I am deeply sorry for interrupting your writing status, but the Taliban looked down at the ground with three piles of child-height manuscripts. These are part of the author's life I just completed, and coughed dryly: Just focus on writing some big things. If all the records on these manuscripts are included in textbooks, I am afraid that few magic apprentices can support the lesson.

Oh, that's what you don't understand. I put down my pen and shook my head loudly: Believe me, as long as the magic apprentice who has taken this course, they will definitely not be able to help but continue to read the life of this ordinary author one by one. Don't worry, I have already deleted some irrelevant trivial matters when I was writing.

Aside from the daily stories, overly cumbersome memories and verbal plots, there are no fewer parts of Naruto, otherwise there would be no three major migrant worker comics. I dare to be sure that in another world where entertainment products are lacking. Once these magic apprentices read the life of Naruto Uzumaki's author, they might lose interest in other live performances.

That's right, but this is still a little bit too long

Stop, pause for a moment.

I reached out and made a stop gesture to the Taliban. After the other party stopped, I stood up and stood at the table, and said with a serious face.

Taliban Session, although I think you already know about this, the author on this document is not me, but the wind-type spell of Rasengaran to the hidden village chief who taught me. The growth of Rasengaran's spell, you and the chief wizard, should have witnessed the forbidden spell just now. From a magic apprentice to a high level, only a great magician can learn. Even if you say that this magic can be studied for a lifetime, it is not an exaggeration to study it. Now I contribute this magic to fulfill the agreement made with the Naruto village chief, that is, to share this magic and not let it be buried.

Creating a serious atmosphere, I paused, held the manuscripts accumulated on the table in my hand, like a candidate promoting his own political views, and his tone became high.

The life of the author in my hand records the story left by this great and ordinary man who is willing to stay in a small village for the rest of his life to protect all the villagers. From the introductory way of practicing magic apprentices to the strongest forbidden spells, all magic structures are unreserved. I want to contribute with this. Even if I write a biography for him in particular, I can't think it's an exaggeration, right?

After hearing my rhetoric, the chief mage and the Taliban nodded deeply. For the magic world, which has long been in the dilemma of fireball, the magic that Rusengaran, the apprentice, can practice, is undoubtedly a bit exaggerated to say that the whole pool of stagnant water has completely survived, but its influence is definitely not small, at least it is absolutely no problem to shock the magic world a few times.

The chief wizard sighed softly and said calmly: Then, Your Excellency Xu Mo, please continue to write so that you can convey the unknown life story of the wind-type magician to everyone.

It really makes me curious. The Taliban and the chief mage held the same opinion, but while agreeing that I would continue to write, he reached out to touch the beard on his chin and murmured: Naruto Village, it sounds like this should be a village that is good at fire magic, but why is the attribute that the mage named Naruto Uzumaki is good at is Feng?

Please ask the author of Naruto for this question

I complained in secret, but my face was silent. I ignored the Taliban's self-talk by writing hard. Fortunately, he did not ask this question, otherwise I wouldn't have answered it for a while.

Your Excellency Xu Mo, take the liberty to disturb you again. When I began to continue to fight with manuscripts, the chief wizard asked: I don’t know how you are writing now? I mean the stage of the life of the magistrate.

Oh, I was writing about Sasuke’s defection. I put my left hand without a pen: I will write this passage very wonderfully. I believe in professionalism. After all, my job is a bard.

Is the most powerful candidate for the Demon King in a century the job of being a bard? The chief wizard lit the tobacco in his pipe, stuffed it into his mouth and took a sip, and then slowly spit out a white circle from his mouth: This is really incredible.

I stopped writing and looked up at the speaker: Hey, Chief Mage.

What's wrong, Your Excellency Xu Mo?

I found that you seem to have professional discrimination, which is not good.

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night.

After receiving a large amount of manuscript papers named Xu Mo, the Taliban waved his hand and asked the apprentices under the Mage Tower to transport them to the library inside the Mage Tower in a trolley loading a large number of documents, and handed them over to professional clerks to correct and save them in typesetting and other work.

After everything was explained, he turned around and returned to the reception room where the black-haired young man had just been entertained, closed the door with his backhand, sang awkward words and sentences in his mouth, and laid a soundproof barrier to avoid eavesdropping.

Is it done?

Yes, old friend. The Taliban nodded and suddenly asked: What do you think about this demon king’s candidate?

He was a very interesting young man. The chief wizard said without hesitation: he was young and did not have too deep cunning. He even disliked the meaningless red tape like us magic explorers who were far away from the world. Originally, I thought that his identity as a bard was just a disguise to the outside world. However, through this afternoon's time, it was obvious that the bard was more like his real full-time job than the demon king's candidate, but these remain to be observed. At least at this stage, he did not look like a madman trying to destroy the world.

So what do you think of old friends?

Give him initial trust.

Does it seem too hasty to do this in just one meeting? The Taliban seemed a little surprised. In his perception, the chief wizard has always been calm and rarely makes decisions so decisively.

Taliban, do you believe in intuition? The chief wizard raised his head, but his eyes were not as turbid as an ordinary old man: although they were a little immature and inadequate at all levels, it was very wonderful. In this young man, I seemed to see the shadow of that man.

Old friend, are you referring to

Yes, it was the image that was sealed and only had seats in the mage council that had the authority to borrow. The chief mage spread his right hand and a blue round bead was lying between his wrinkled and thin palms.

Here is a record of the true secrets hidden in history hundreds of years ago.

──Afterword─

Because of the relationship between writing physical books, the Demon King will update in a relatively unstable way.
Chapter completed!