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Chapter 92 The Power of Order
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"Snoring~~~"
In the frigid banquet hall, Makarov lay fast asleep on a relatively well-preserved table.
It was already night, and Moen and Makarov stayed in the banquet hall to prevent the house from collapsing while everyone was sleeping.
Moen picked up the blanket and, with a helpless expression, covered Grandpa Makarov with it again.
Despite having brought a blanket, the old man was unwilling to use it in the bone-chilling banquet hall. He casually tossed the blanket aside and lay sprawled out on the cold banquet table, proving that mages truly have excellent physical fitness.
Although it was supposed to be a two-person vigil, Grandpa Makarov had drunk quite a bit and had to speak at a formal meeting the next day, so he really needed to rest. Therefore, Moen took on the task of keeping watch for everyone himself.
Moreover, the final straw that broke the camel's back was, after all, put up by Moen, and he felt he also bore some responsibility for it.
Moen wasn't idle either; he continued to study the newly acquired skills.
To be honest, in just one night, Moen actually grasped a bit more of the tricks of the trade, and his understanding of the skill deepened.
The number of poison needles fired with each attack can be determined by the user, and up to fifteen needles can be fired at once, killing instantly without giving any chance of survival. However, Moen is not yet capable of such advanced maneuvers.
The reason why this skill is more destructive than expected has also been found: the skill itself is not weak in terms of destructive power.
Just because a hit to a Saint Seiya character isn't noticeable doesn't mean it won't be noticeable to anyone else; this is a stereotype.
Moen thought the Scarlet Needle would only leave a small hole in the pillar, but it turned out to be a huge one.
"Scorpio's skills don't really mesh with Orion's Bronze Cloth; there's no chemistry between them. It seems best to avoid using them together."
Moen was wearing the Orion Bronze Cloth. He looked at the red, sharp nails on his right hand and felt something was off.
This feeling was completely different from when I wore the Equuleus Bronze Cloth and used the Pegasus Meteor Fist; it was the complete opposite.
Pegasus and Equuleus can resonate with and attract each other, even allowing Moen to successfully establish connections with both constellations.
However, there is an awkward feeling between Scorpio and Orion.
This forced Moen to use the two separately, and after thinking about it, Moen no longer found it strange.
Whether in mythology or reality, Scorpio and Orion have a long history and are two very incompatible constellations.
In mythology, it goes without saying that Orion was killed by Scorpio.
In reality, Scorpio and Orion are the most prominent constellations in summer and winter, respectively. The two constellations rise and set at different times, never meet, and cannot appear in the sky at the same time.
"Life is like the stars, never to meet, always moving like the constellations of Orion and Scorpio."
Among them, Shenxing is Betelgeuse in Orion, and Shangxing is Antares in Scorpius, which is "the heart of a scorpion".
The fifteenth Scarlet Needle, "Andaris," landed on this star. These fifteen needles were not fired randomly; each needle corresponds to a specific star.
"Is it dawn yet?"
While Moen was pondering the mysterious connections between constellations, skills, and Saint Cloths, Makarov finally woke up.
"Hmm, it's almost time for the meeting."
Moen looked at Grandpa Makarov, who had already gotten up from the table. He sat on the edge of the table rubbing his eyes, trying to clear his head, as he was going to go up and speak later.
"Let's go then, there probably won't be any breakfast today."
Makarov jumped off the table, looked at the messy banquet hall, and said with a smile.
This routine meeting will likely be the shortest in history. After today's meeting, everyone can go home, because there isn't even a place to eat.
"Fortunately, the decoration style of this venue is relatively simple, otherwise we would definitely have had to spend a lot of money. It looks okay now."
Moen had already quietly calculated it last night. The cost of repairing this banquet hall wouldn't be too high, around a few million J, but no more than ten million J. It's fortunate that it only affected this one banquet hall, otherwise it would have been a huge financial drain.
The reason why the decoration style of this meeting venue is so simple, could it be that this problem was already taken into consideration from the beginning?
Moen looked at the messy banquet hall with suspicion. He had reason to suspect that the place had been renovated before!
However, Grandpa Makarov refused to admit it, saying that this was the first time and he certainly hadn't damaged the place before.
Whether Moen believed it or not, Makarov himself believed it.
The grandfather and grandson left the banquet hall and headed to the conference hall. Before leaving, Moen, still worried, reinforced the banquet hall again by adding another layer of ice on top of the covering.
The entire meeting venue is actually a single unit. Moen was worried that if the banquet hall collapsed, other places would also collapse as a result. The reason he stayed behind at night was for this reason.
Soon, the grandfather and grandson arrived at the conference hall. The conference hall was much more formal than the banquet hall, at least not as simple, and looked quite solemn.
However, the people attending the meeting seemed a bit disorganized. Groups of people sat together in twos and threes, without any seating arrangement. Everyone could sit wherever they wanted, which resulted in everyone sitting with people they knew, scattered in small groups.
Besides Moen, younger members who came along, such as Jura Regis, Pakas, and Karen, were also present, so there was no intention to avoid any suspicion or keep the meeting's content secret.
Perhaps considering the identities of the mages who came along, who were usually the confidants and close juniors of the guild leaders, there was no need to avoid suspicion.
Of course, most importantly, none of the topics they discussed at the meeting were confidential.
"Sit still! All of you sit still! Or I'll make you all spin around in circles!"
On the stage at the front of the conference hall, the short-statured Obha Barbasoma stood on a low stool, constantly muttering instructions to the guild leaders who were arriving one after another, so that they could sit down.
"Grandma Oba is clearly someone who can't sit still."
Moen and Grandpa Makarov found a place to sit down, and the two of them kept babbling to each other.
"It's been like this for so many years; there's never peace wherever she is."
Makarov commented scathingly that they had known each other for decades and knew each other's personalities all too well.
"Mount! Makarov! Quiet!"
Perhaps hearing someone whispering about crickets, Oba Barbasama suddenly called out the names of Moen and Makarov, which immediately silenced the grandfather and grandson.
Before long, the meeting attendees arrived one after another. Goldman and Bob brought Packas and Karen over and sat down with Makarov and the Moen family.
Karen's expression was cold, and she still looked indifferent to everyone, it was unclear whether she had heeded Moen's advice.
Pacas, however, remained very enthusiastic, practically becoming a devoted fan of Moen, even though he was a bit older than Moen.
The two exchanged only a few words before the routine meeting officially began. Oba Barbasoma stood on the stage; she was the person in charge of this meeting and was responsible for presiding over its proceedings.
The person in charge of each regular meeting will change, with everyone taking turns to host. This avoids troubling the same president for too long and also gives everyone the opportunity to stand on the stage and lead the meeting.
"In X778, the third regular meeting of the chairman officially begins."
On the stage, Grandma Oba announced loudly, and then the audience gave a sparse, symbolic round of applause.
"What's going on?! Didn't you eat breakfast?!"
The sparse applause seemed to displease Grandma Oba, who slammed her hand on the lectern and loudly questioned the chairpersons below.
"I really haven't eaten!"
"That old woman is such a handful."
"Just bear with it, or I'll make you spin around in circles!"
The club presidents below complained, but they were all used to Oba Barbasoma's style, so they all clapped obediently and gave a few perfunctory shouts.
Despite the criticism, Grandma Ouba didn't care at all. She was satisfied with everyone's applause and continued with the process.
Seeing this, Moen could only laugh and cry at the same time. They were clearly a group of walking humanoid weapons, each leading a group of mages with considerable destructive power, but the organization they had established looked like a makeshift comedy troupe.
It's really hard to imagine that such a group of people represents a terrifying force.
However, in a sense, it is precisely because of a group of people with such personalities that peace on the continent of Ishgar has been able to be maintained.
On the podium, Grandma Ouba talked on and on, while Moen listened silently, searching for useful information.
The meeting covered a wide range of topics, all of which were very positive, and mostly concerned the development of their mage guilds.
For example, how to adapt to policy changes in the Kingdom of Fiore, changes in the magic material market, and new policies of the Magic Council, etc.
This sounds like an ordinary industry association, and its concerns are no different from those of other industry associations.
'This is the power of an order that has maintained stability for hundreds of years, and we, the legitimate guilds, are united under this order.'
Moen thought to himself that this order was not easy to establish; it was established after countless upheavals.
He had read history and knew that the world was very chaotic in the past, and the harmonious coexistence between ordinary people and mages was hard-won.
There is no doubt that mages are indeed a privileged class in life. Although some of them are not very wealthy, their lives are at least much more secure than those of ordinary people.
(End of this chapter)