Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 17 Artus' Request
"I salute you, Mr. Brian."

Artus Swift walked up to Brian, threw the silver cloak behind him, revealing the mithril armor embroidered with griffin patterns, and then bowed slightly to him politely.

He was gazing at Brian with eyes full of respect, showing no trace of hostility at all.

It's hard to think that just now, there was a violent conflict between the two. It was like changing faces faster than taking off pants.

Even Artes's gorgeous mithril armor was left with a hand-sized scorched black mark by Brian's lightning spell.

"It's so surprising, you decent people of noble birth." Brian bowed casually as a token of return, and then said in a relaxed tone:
"To be honest, I'm really honored for myself. Let's talk about something, the future Duke of Silver Griffin. To me, wasting time is a shameful act."

"Presumptuous! Half-elf, you know who you're talking to!"

A knight behind Artes took a step forward, and the mercenary Morris quickly stood in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, an older companion next to the knight immediately grabbed his elbow tightly, and the strength in his hand made the armored gloves creak, so he reluctantly flung them away and retreated.

"Of course I know who I'm talking to." Brian responded to the knight's anger with a cold and majestic tone, then looked at Artus and said sarcastically:

"It's not the Duke of Swift who claims to be the most magnanimous to his people. I'm sorry, but this one is not. In my opinion, he is more like a man who can't even carry a griffin flag on the battlefield." Funny brat, not qualified at all."

"Let's not waste time on these formalities, titles, and details." Hearing Brian's sarcasm, Artes was unmoved. He first stopped the impulsive knight with his eyes, and then looked at Brian, polite again He bowed slightly and said:
"Your Excellency Brian, first of all, I would like to express my apologies to you for my previous impulsiveness and rudeness, and at the same time, I would also like to express my sincerest thanks to you for saving this child's life and preventing a disaster from happening regardless of past suspicions." .”

Faced with Artus's polite behavior towards Brian, the melon-eaters in the tavern looked surprised.

There are still many people who have not figured out the situation before they realized that the disastrous scene just now was stopped by Brian.

Immediately, the whispering sound was like a swarm of bees flapping their wings, buzzing in the hall.

"If verbal thanks and apologies really worked, then the world would have been unified long ago." Brian returned the gesture to him expressionlessly, his movements as casual as before, which made the knight behind him angry. Gritting teeth.

Although he still looked indifferent, he was a little surprised by the demeanor shown by the duke's heir in front of him.

In Brian's view, the little duke who feels good about himself, even if he is not irritated by his sarcastic words, at least shows a little bit on his face.

It can be seen from this that the emotions of the four defeats that he knew from the mouth of Bachelor Komon really made him grow a lot.

Brian admitted frankly that this young duke was the most well-bred of all the nobles he had ever met.

However, he will not be overwhelmed by the other party's tolerance because of this, because it is a special treatment given to him by his powerful strength.

If not, how could Artes, who can show such a calm look, dare to make such a mindless move so confidently without knowing his true strength.

Not only did he go to great lengths to accept himself as his subordinate, he even promised the title of knight.

This astonishing allure, Brian believed, would be almost irresistible to any adventurer whose strength was almost the same as his.

After all, the status of those adventurers who live in no fixed place is actually not as high as imagined in this world.

Just like the mercenary Morris, many people risk their lives for half their lives, in the final analysis, to make life better in their later years.

People like Bryan who love adventure or have a noble status only account for a very small part after all, so he naturally has no interest in these dispensable things.

Moreover, as a prince who has lived in the Tetrila Palace for more than five years, he has seen too many tricks behind the scenes of the nobles.

It is impossible to believe the other party's little trick to win people's hearts.

"It makes sense, I think so too." Artes smiled slightly, agreeing, and then he glanced at the child in the arms of the knight's father, not daring to waste time, and said to Brian straight to the point :

"Your Excellency Brian, I don't think it's time for us to discuss such profound issues. In order not to waste your precious time, I beg you to save this poor child's life.

I think you have also seen that he is just an innocent child, but because of an accident without warning, he fell into a deep sleep.May the gods bless the poor child with unfathomable magic. "

Then you might as well ask God, Brian thought.

Of course, he didn't say this complaint out of his mouth.

Brian turned his gaze away from Artes and looked at the little guy who was hugged by the bearded knight, just in time to meet the pleading eyes of the knight's father.

His eyes moved down, the sleeping little guy was covered with blue veins on his forehead, his immature face showed a painful expression, and he uttered dreamy sounds from time to time, and he could even feel the violent energy flowing in the other person's body that had not been completely eliminated.

"I can save him, but I think you should understand this rule." Brian withdrew his gaze, turned to Artes again, and said meaningfully.

The reason why he stayed in the hall and never left was actually to wait for this moment.

Brian knew very well that the little duke in front of him must be very concerned about this child who awakened the blood of a warlock.

Of course, he would not let go of this opportunity to gain some benefits from this guy who caused him trouble.

At least let the other party pay the price for the impulse just now.

After all, rather than teaching him a lesson, it's better to give him something real.

"Of course I understand." After hearing the meaning of Brian's words, Artes breathed a sigh of relief: "Don't worry, Your Excellency Brian, the reward will not be less for you."

It can be seen that in the eyes of the young duke, any problem that can be solved with money is not a problem.

"Don't be too happy yet." Brian naturally guessed what the other party was thinking, then pondered for a while, stretched out three fingers to Artes, smiled and said his price, "I need three thousand gold griffins."

Brian's voice was very soft, but in this rarely quiet tavern, it was clearly heard.

The dwarf boss who was bandaging gasped, so that the wound was involved, and he grinned in pain.

As the bard made a slight noise from the harp, there were bursts of whispers in the hall.

Even Scholar Komon, who remained very calm, couldn't help but glance at Brian.

Obviously, almost everyone thought that Brian's offer was too high, as if the handsome little duke in front of him was like a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered in his eyes.

".no problem."

When he heard the price quoted by Brian, Artus's eyes flickered, and he obviously hesitated for a long time before returning to his original state, pretending to be relaxed and smiling and nodding.

In Brian's opinion, this guy was more like trying to make a fool of himself.

His eyes glanced at the child inadvertently. The reason why he dared to speak loudly was because he knew very well the importance of this little guy who awakened the talent of the warlock bloodline to Artes.

There is no doubt that it is worth his pains to spend 3000 gold griffins.

After all, in Asno Continent, wizards are very rare, and there are only a handful of powerful wizards who can cast three-ring spells.

This kind of wizard who can cast powerful magic has naturally become the object that every kingdom strives for, especially those children with the blood of warlocks.

Because as long as this kind of child is cultivated and properly guided, and grows up smoothly, it is enough to become a powerful force loyal to the kingdom.

Unfortunately, almost all of this power is in the hands of the neutral wizard council.

Fearing such power, the kingdoms of the mainland could only unite and sign an agreement with the wizard council to prohibit wizards from participating in wars.

But it doesn't mean that every kingdom will give up the idea of ​​secretly cultivating their own spellcasters.

Because these spellcasters are not really useless except for war.

On the contrary, they played a greater role in other places than war, such as reconnaissance, prophecy, spies, making various magic potions, and so on.

Today, under the background that almost all spellcasters are controlled by the neutral wizard council, such wild spellcasters are extremely precious to various kingdoms.

If Artes nodded and agreed, he could directly and completely buy the loyalty of the kid's knight father.

Brian could even guess that, even if Artes asked the child's father to die, the other party would do so without hesitation.

Obviously, although his asking price was high, it was worth it compared to a future wizard.

Of course, this is something that Brian would like to see happen. Why not do it if he gets 3000 gold coins for nothing.

"Bring him here." Brian waved his hand and ordered Artes.

The child's knight father hurriedly carried it to Brian, and another older knight moved over a table with only one leg missing.

Looking at the little guy lying flat on the table, Brian walked over.

A group of people watching the excitement gathered around and watched curiously.

"Your Excellency Bryan, do you need any preparations?" Artes asked the other party when he saw the child staring at the child in thought.

"Prepare? Prepare for what." Brian was taken aback and looked at Artes.

"I heard that when a wizard helps a person with a magic source to awaken the blood, he often needs to prepare sufficient materials in advance." Artes said truthfully.

"That's just a very simple bloodline awakening ceremony." Brian snorted coldly with disdain. "The safety factor is extremely low. If there is a slight mistake, the whole person will be useless."

The main reason why the warlocks of the wizard council can control the power of the spellcaster is that they have mastered the method of the bloodline awakening ceremony.

This is also the real reason why it is difficult for the major kingdoms to cultivate wizards secretly.

In the main material world, the Warlock's bloodline awakening ceremony is mainly to establish a connection between his own bloodline and the magic net, and obtain the authority to cast spells.

And in this world sealed by the magic net, although Brian has not witnessed how the bloodline awakening ceremony here is carried out, he can guess the principle without thinking about it.

It is nothing more than letting one's own blood resonate with the magic elements in the air, and then allowing it to better filter out the harmful magic power in the original magic, and absorb the power to adapt to itself.

Theoretically speaking, as long as they rely on this method to practice, they can break through the restrictions of the fourth ring, but even Brian can't figure out what is the reason that limits the power of the warlock.

No longer thinking about it, under the gaze of everyone, he stretched out his hand and placed it flat on the little guy's chest, he could clearly feel the violent energy rushing, as well as the trembling arcane fire in his body.

This is a hidden characteristic of Austrian Fire. Since it is a product of off-grid casting, it can easily sense the richness of the original magic in the air, especially sensitive to the twisted place of the magic net.

Brian did not dare to waste time. With a thought, the magical energy accumulated in the arcane fire began to flow into the little guy's body from the palm of his hand, and he carefully helped him sort out the violent energy in his body.

Through the firelight that sprang out from the fireplace from time to time, it could be seen that the palm of his hand that was pressed on the little boy was shining with a faint blue and white light.

As the light gradually dimmed until it disappeared, Brian finally withdrew his right hand.

The breathing of the little guy lying on the table gradually became steady, and the pain on his little face disappeared.

"Okay." Brian rubbed his temples, and said to Artes: "Take a break, and you will wake up naturally."

For Brian, the process of channeling the magical energy in the opponent's body can be described as simple and smooth.

At most, it is a bit energy-consuming like casting a spell.

"That's all right?" Artes asked suspiciously. He was fortunate to have seen the whole process of the wizard's blood awakening ceremony, and he was naturally impressed by it.

Whenever he thought of the person who possessed the magic source, howling in pain during the awakening process, it made him shudder.

So it felt a little weird to see how easily Brian could solve a problem that would have given wizards a headache just by reaching out.

But seeing that the little guy's situation was completely different from before, he had to suspect that his previous judgment was wrong.

Following Artes' question, the Komon scholar on the side also looked at Brian, showing a very interested look.

(End of this chapter)