Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 16 Magic Talent
"By gods, this is terrible!"

Mario, the satyr holding a harp, crawled out from the pile of broken furniture, patted the sawdust on his lavender silk jacket, limped to Brian's side, and glanced at the unconscious man not far away with lingering fear. The unconscious little boy said to himself:

"Bryan, do you know? Just now, I even felt that the whole town was shaking. If you had acted a little later, we would definitely see the entire tavern collapse like thunder..."

"Shut up! I don't want to hear your voice right now." Brian replied impatiently without even looking at the poet.

After finishing speaking, he ignored the other party, turned around quickly, and looked at a group of drinkers behind him who slowly got up from the corner of the wall with scrutiny.

He saw two waiters with anxious expressions, slapping a thick tapestry with thick smoke billowing on the ground with their jackets that had been taken off, shouting incessantly: "Hurry up and get water!"

However, no one responded except the dwarf boss who sat there happily counting gold coins.

Two of the four noble children who responded most positively to Artes' call were sitting on the ground with their backs against the wall, and the other two were awkwardly helping them take off their blood-soaked chain armor, sweating profusely to help their companions deal with it. Wound.

Brian even noticed the sneaky and unkind eyes of a few pairs of people in the crowd looking at him.

Wails, roars, whispers, roars, pain and screams filled the tavern of the survivors all the time, as if countless chaotic mosquitoes were buzzing in his ears, and the inexplicable irritability made him feel like a splitting headache.

Only then did Brian realize that due to the excessive use of arcane fire just now, his mental power was severely depleted.

Sensing his own unstable situation and the surrounding environment, Brian wiped off the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, then weighed the sharp sword in his hand in front of everyone, and tapped the blade twice with his fingers, making a crisp sound Jian Ming, and then his cold eyes, like sharp swords, swept towards the crowd.

Brian felt a lot more at ease when he noticed the pair of eyes that were looking at him hastily dodged.

As for the young Duke Artus Sweet on the other side.

He believed that if the other party's head had not been damaged in the chaos just now, he would never dare to attack him again.

After all, the purpose of this little duke who felt good about himself was to make him swear allegiance and become his subordinate, and he had no intention of killing him.

Otherwise, Brian would rather offend the Duke of the North of the West Kingdom than leave his body here.

Of course, the consequences of doing so are also very serious.

This will directly ruin his route from the Kingdom of West to the holy land of elves, and he can only find a way to divert to Tigrila.

It would even provoke a group of family dead men who were proficient in assassination and tracking skills, and they might die here without even having the chance to escape from the Kingdom of West.

After all, the personal might of this world is not as expected to be finalized.

Brian knows how much he is, what he should do and what he can't do, he can still distinguish clearly, otherwise, he would not have lived to this day.

"Bryan, so you are really a wizard. I thought that little slug was lying." Mario, like a follower, swayed to Brian's side again, and said curiously:

"I saw you stick a blue and white flame on the little guy's forehead just now, and then this sudden disaster was solved by you so easily, it is even more miraculous than a wizard's spell..."

"Now is not the time for magic. If you feel free, please help me find a chair that can sit on it without falling over. I need to rest for a while now, thank you very much."

Brian pressed his temples, waved his hand to interrupt the poet's chatter, and told him his truest thoughts.

"No problem, just a moment." Mario responded happily and ran over with two goat hooves.

Soon, he pulled out a relatively complete round stool from the ruins.

During the period, I was lucky enough to find an unopened bottle of wine under a table with four legs missing.

It's hard to imagine how this bottle of wine was lucky enough to escape this disaster.

Brian sat on the stool and took a few sips of the mellow wine. Under the paralysis of the alcohol, the feeling of dizziness finally subsided a lot, and his whole body felt much more refreshed.

However, Brian did not take the opportunity to leave the tavern, but chose to chat with the poet in front of him without saying a word.

While chatting, he still looked to the other side from time to time: Artes and the three knights were at a loss around the unconscious little boy, anxious like ants on a hot pot.

Just in time, I saw one of the knights leaving the tavern quickly under Artes' instructions.

Brian glanced at him thoughtfully, sat here waiting patiently, and began to think about the next plan in his heart.

"Can you, Brian."

At this time, Brian, who was distracted, suddenly heard Mario's endless inquiries, and he subconsciously nodded and echoed: "Yes, you are quite right."

Through the simple contact between the two, he has already discovered that the half-goat who claims to be a star race is a bard full of lies and bragging.

As for what kind of poet he was, Brian didn't know yet because he had never heard the other party's sheep cry.

"What's right?" Seeing Brian who was not chatting at all, Mario repeated depressedly:
"You heard clearly, I just said that I am a famous bard. If you are willing to spend a few silver coins on me, I will be happy to compose a ballad about your heroic performance just now, which will make your reputation better. You have to be more eye-catching, so that you can easily receive various tasks that save time, effort and pay well.”

"Do you want everyone to listen to your sheep?" Brian didn't bother to answer the other party, and said angrily: "If that's the case, I'd rather throw the money down the well than spend it on you."

"That's because you haven't heard my songs at all. How about I prove it to you now?" Mario muttered dissatisfiedly, hugged the harp and began to adjust it.

"Hey! Brian, is there an earthquake here? How did it happen?" Suddenly, Brian, who was sitting on the stool, heard a familiar voice and successfully blocked the poet's performance.

Brian looked back and found that Morris, a mercenary with a two-handed sword, and Ke Meng, a scholar, appeared at the stairs together, walking towards him.

To his surprise, the gentleman-looking scholar was as pale as a dead man, and looked extremely tired, as if he hadn't closed his eyes for days and nights.

Brian was just surprised, and soon figured out the reason.

The reason why this young scholar was in such a mess was probably because he didn't listen to his advice and ran meditation for a long time.

"Such a big noise didn't startle you, how soundly did you sleep?" Brian looked at Bachelor Coleman carefully and found that it was indeed what he thought, and then joked to Maurice.

"Don't mention it, it's not because of you that my employer who didn't listen to advice almost passed by. It took me a lot of effort to wake him up." Morris looked helplessly at the scholar behind him, and said happily: " Fortunately, I woke up, otherwise no one would have paid me a commission."

Maester Komon gave Bryan an apologetic look, and said slowly: "I'm very sorry, Mr. Brian, I was too eager for quick success, but fortunately there is nothing serious."

"You don't have to do this, this is your own choice, and I have no right to interfere." Brian smiled indifferently, then looked at him thoughtfully, and said unexpectedly:
"It can be seen that your complexion is really bad, but if I don't expect it to be bad, you should have gotten a good return for your hard work."

The satyr standing next to Brian remained silent for a rare time, and when he looked at Maester Komon seriously, he also showed surprise in his eyes.

"Yes, my dream has come true." Bachelor Kemen smiled bitterly, stretched out a finger, and whispered according to the spell Brian taught him yesterday.

A white light the size of a grain of rice bloomed at Ke Meng's fingertips, but it lasted for less than two seconds, then trembled like a strong wind blowing out a candle, and went out again.

"Congratulations, you have touched the way of wizards and become a qualified apprentice wizard." Although Brian had already guessed the result, he was still surprised by what happened before him.

From this, it can be seen that the magic talent of the gentle scholar in front of him is much higher than he imagined.

While Brian sighed inwardly, he couldn't bear to send a kind reminder to him: "Although you have stepped into the wizard's way and can perform simple tricks with your own ability, don't forget you What you are facing is primitive magic.

If you want to continue on the path of wizards, you must follow the methods I teach you, move forward steadily, and never be eager for quick success.Otherwise, under the erosion of violent native magic, death will usher in. "

In Brian's mind, there is a profession about the frantic mage. This kind of spellcaster's profession is to practice violent native magic.

However, he didn't bring it up, because this kind of wizard is extremely dangerous even in the main material world, not to mention this small place that can't even be assisted by the magic net.

"Is native magic really that dangerous?" Maester Komon asked Bryan the question in his heart.

In fact, he had already felt the harm of the magical energy floating in the air to himself through the meditation method taught by Brian last night.

But he felt disapprovingly that this magical energy was limited to this, as long as he had a good rest, his body would recover soon.

However, seeing Brian giving him such a serious warning made him vaguely aware that he was gradually stepping onto the edge of the abyss.

"Even if the two of you didn't witness what happened in the hall, I think you should have felt it." Brian saw through the young scholar's little thought at a glance, and motioned them to check the surrounding environment.

"You mean...it wasn't caused by an earthquake, but was destroyed by magical energy?" Bachelor Komon said in surprise, looking at the messy hall.

The mercenary Morris on the side also clicked his tongue secretly after seeing it.

"That's right." Brian nodded slightly.

"So someone has awakened the Warlock's bloodline here." Bachelor Ke Meng guessed the reason in an instant, then looked around, and finally settled on the little boy who was still unconscious.

Just as the few people were talking, the knight who had just left had returned, bringing with him an old man dressed as a doctor.

However, the doctor, as Brian expected, shook his head and sighed while examining the little boy's body, expressing that he was really helpless.

"I didn't expect this little gray-haired idiot to be so capable." Morris muttered with his shocked gaze back.

But in my heart, I was secretly glad that nothing happened when I frightened this little guy viciously last night.

"Thank you for your reminder, Mr. Bryan." The pale-faced Bachelor Komon secretly touched a cold sweat.

He stood there and pondered for a while, as if making a difficult decision.

In the end, the scholar looked up at Brian solemnly, bowed slightly, and said in a very respectful tone: "If Mr. Brian doesn't mind, I am very willing to follow you to learn magic, so I beg you Accept me as a student."

As soon as he finished speaking, the mercenary Morris looked at his employer in surprise, thought for a while, and finally swallowed the words in his stomach forcefully.

"That's unnecessary. As I said, I'm just helping you become a wizard guide. As for how to go on in the future, it's entirely up to you. I won't interfere with your choice." Brian heard the words , waved his hand, and rejected it cleanly.

In fact, to help the other party become a wizard, he just wanted to make a simple attempt on a whim.

To be honest, Brian has no idea how far this scholar's journey as a wizard can go.

As for accepting a follower student, he is even more reluctant because he is used to being a loner.

"But..." Bachelor Ke Meng was a little reluctant.

"Okay!" Brian got up and interrupted his next words in a strong tone, "I have done everything I should guide you, and how to go forward depends on you, and I can't help you. What's your favor, even if you follow me, it won't help, so be it."

"Thank you for your generosity and selflessness, Mr. Bryan." Maester Komon gave a deep salute to Bryan, who stopped him with a little embarrassment.

At this moment, Brian, who had always kept his eyes on the other side, finally saw Artus and his group walking towards this side with the unconscious little guy in his arms.

Brian's expression turned cold, and he stood there and waited quietly.

"It turned out to be him." Bachelor Komon followed Brian's gaze, and when he saw Artes' face clearly, he said in surprise.

"Do you know him?" Brian asked casually.

"Of course." Comon smiled, "The heir of the Silver Griffon family, Arthur Swift."

After Comon finished speaking, he deliberately lowered his voice and said, "Mr. Brian doesn't know something. The Duke's heir, in my opinion, his life is a tragedy."

Seeing the rare playful expression in Ke Meng's eyes, Brian became interested.

"It's a bit long to say." Kemeng scholar lowered his voice again, moved closer to Brian, and said in a language that only two people could hear:

"The heir of the Duke of Sweet once pursued King West's little princess frantically for a while, but unfortunately the little princess had already been engaged to the third prince of the Kingdom of Tegrila, so he naturally ignored him. Three years ago , he fell in love with a peasant girl in a small town near the Griffin Mountains, and then the girl was killed during the looting of the gnolls.

A year ago, in order to win the heart of a princess of the Kingdom of Campos, Artes had another glorious knight duel with Grand Prince Grant of Tetrila, and the result was predictably defeated.A month ago, something even more interesting happened. "

Bachelor Komon deliberately paused, glanced at the satyr beside Brian, and said with a smile, "It is said that Artes' wife who is about to get married was abducted by a bard who can only sing."

After listening to Ke Meng's words, Brian smiled symbolically.

These gossips are actually not very interesting to him. What really interests him is why the scholar in front of him knows so much, which makes him doubt the real identity of the other party.

However, the suspicion was limited to this, and he didn't ask too much.

Because there is a more important trouble waiting for him to solve.

The reason why he stayed in the tavern was because he was waiting for the little duke who felt good about himself to find him.

Noticing the way Brian looked at Artes, Komon winked at the mercenary Morris beside him.

The mercenary understood instantly, clenched the weapon in his hand, and unconsciously took a few steps forward, vaguely using his burly body to block several people in front of him.

(End of this chapter)