Mortal Mage

"Retreat~"

"Retreat~"

"Retreat~"

The palace was filled with the sound of ups and downs, and the morning court meeting lasted until three or four in the afternoon.

Zhang Mingxuan learned that Wang Mingde was shocked by his last words "However, the truth is always on the edge of the sword, so we have to use force", so he finally agreed to sell the spiritual vein.

He was so sleepy that he was talking till he was gibberish by the end.

But who could have thought that this sentence aroused the emotions of the civil and military officials in the court. Wang Mingde saw that the situation was hopeless and signed.

Now that things have come to this, after adjourning the small court meeting, Zhang Mingxuan rushed to Wang Mingde's residence early. He needed to apologize to the old man.

But when they arrived at the gate of Wang Mingde's house, the gatekeeper squinted his eyes and said with a half-smile: "Master Zhang, my master told you when he got to the house that if you come to see him, just say you don't want to see him."

Wang Mingde was a little angry, but looking at the servant's attitude, he knew that he did not hold a grudge against him because of this.

There should be room for relief.

It was just a short distance from Wang Mingde’s residence.

Seven swordsmen in colorful light armor blocked his way.

The seven swordsmen were followed by thirty to fifty servants, all of whom were carrying huge and heavy wooden boxes.

There were also a dozen young girls with skin as white as jade, slim waists and hips, and as beautiful as fairies. All of them were dressed in light gauze, which seemed to cover up their sudden spring beauty.

When the pedestrians and neighbors on the street saw this scene, they all avoided it and closed their businesses.

"Zhang Mingxuan, Master Zhang."

The leading young swordsman in colorful light armor saluted respectfully towards Zhang Mingxuan, then raised his hand and said, "Open the box."

He saw thirty or fifty servants behind him opening the heavy wooden boxes one after another. Zhang Mingxuan saw that dozens of wooden boxes were neatly filled with densely packed gold ingots.

"This is?"

Zhang Mingxuan was a little surprised.

Who is so rich that he would give me money? The emperor is not so kind, right?

"These thirteen girls are all virgins aged eighteen. They are presented to the Crown Prince by the locals as a gift. The Crown Prince also asked us to send them to Lord Zhang."

The young swordsman spoke slowly with a calm expression.

"The prince has no other intentions, he just hopes that you will accept it. You don't need to do anything."

The young swordsman bowed and said, "The prince has also prepared a "humble abode" for you in Xicheng District. Please accept it."

"what……"

Zhang Mingxuan looked at the beautiful woman with fair skin and long legs, then looked at the dozen or so large boxes filled with gold, and pondered in his heart.

During this period of time, I have done nothing but bragging in the court. Did the prince reward me for my good performance today?

He knows his own weight well. If he accepts the prince's things today, he will probably become the prince's person.

Flattering someone and selling yourself are not the same thing.

Zhang Mingxuan had no idea about the prince's character and morals.

"It seems that we have been a little too high-profile during this period and have attracted attention."

He secretly wondered in his heart, and really had no idea why the prince would act this way.

If they want to win me over, there is no need for such a big fuss.

It is absolutely impossible to sell oneself.

"I'm sorry, but I like to work hard and get what I want. I don't want to receive gifts without merit. The prince is very generous with gifts, so I can't accept them."

Zhang Mingxuan raised his hand and saluted the swordsman in return.

"No one dares to refuse a gift from the prince."

The swordsman put away his respectful attitude and continued, "Think about it carefully."

"Your trip wasted."

Zhang Mingxuan raised his hand to return the greeting, then left with a swagger.

"act recklessly."

The swordsman looked at Zhang Mingxuan's departing figure, whispered something, then waved his hand, and the group returned to West City.

After returning to the inn, Zhang Mingxuan fell asleep.

After more than a month, the courtyard house was completely completed.

Zhang Mingxuan entered the courtyard in a good mood.

In the past half month, he has roughly understood the various formation runes on the palace lantern array.

The formation does not necessarily have to be carved or placed with spiritual stones. As long as the logic, principles and graphics are correct, it can be activated.

Although the formation can be activated occasionally without the help of spirit stones by simply drawing it on paper with an ordinary brush or carving it on a wooden board with a carving knife, the energy released after activation is extremely small.

The same formation was used, but the one inside the palace was carved with spiritual stones on a copper plate, and the copper plate could emit candlelight that would last for a long time.

However, when Zhang Mingxuan drew it on paper with a brush, and it was a formation that was optimized through calculations, it could only emit a slight wisp of white smoke. When it was engraved on a wooden board, it would only take a little longer, but the runes would eventually burn out and become ineffective.

"I still have to find a way to practice as soon as possible. If I can't find a way to practice, and I only rely on these superficial formations to figure it out, I'm afraid I will be mediocre in this fantasy world."

Zhang Mingxuan sat in the room, muttering to himself as he looked at the newly simplified small fire array he had carved on the wooden board.

However, a formation rune carved on the wooden board was faintly burning and smoking, and then a spark appeared. As the spark burned the rune carrying it, the entire wooden board became like a dead object.

"Alas, relying solely on rune combinations to force activation, the energy output is less than the input, which is simply not worth the effort. There is little research value."

Zhang Ming looked at the smoking wooden board and sighed.