I became a mage and was recruited by the lord as his son-in-law

A ball of light projected from the wizard's side into the flames, and the surrounding restless air rushed to the shore. The flames fell from the shore to the distance like dominoes, exposing the black cracked land in front of the eyes.

The wheat fields were still emitting black smoke, the roads were littered with charred corpses, and the stink of sulfur was everywhere. The light in the wizard's eyes became even colder, and he quickened his pace, continuing to rush toward the battlefield. Bennett felt that everything around him was pulsating even more violently.

When he could see the dragon clearly, the wizard stopped, and a section of strange words on the staff began to expand outward. The surrounding leaping air rushed towards the wizard, and the words formed a three-dimensional formation around the staff, and then cracked and shattered from the middle to the surrounding like glass.

The dragon's neck was also broken, and dragon blood gushed out. The ferocious head fell to the ground, and the flames on the dragon's body began to go out. Pungent black smoke continued to emerge, and the stench of sulfur was everywhere.

Bennett shrank his neck. The wind at night was so cold that his neck felt chilly.

"Which wizard's apprentice are you, and what are you doing sneaking around here?"

Bennett was frightened when he saw the wizard who had just displayed his might.

"I'm not an apprentice. I hid in the lake because I couldn't go back to the city. My father knows the mayor of the city."

"You're not an apprentice?"

"I didn't lie to you, really!"

At this time, the knight in the distance also came over. The red-robed knight took off his helmet, and his curly golden hair stuck to his head wetly. Sweat dripped from his smooth chin. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and the faint scar on the bridge of his nose made the man look very vicissitudes of life, and his green eyes were full of determination and wildness.

"Welcome back, Master Mervin. It seems that many years of traveling have not affected your strength."

"Hail to you, Lord Stark. Look at this boy, he says his father knew you."

The Earl glanced at Bennett and said in a cold tone:

"I recognize little Bennett. Let him go. I don't think he has the ability to offend a wizard who can kill a dragon at will. You should first tell me where you go when you are not in the territory, and what is going on with this crazy dragon."

The wizard did not speak, but raised his hand to lower his hood. His face, which was in its 20s, was covered with dry white hair. In the moonlight, his complexion was pale and gloomy, with peeling all over. The stubble on his chin was uneven. Only his eyes were glowing with a faint blue light, proving his godlike power just now. His cracked lips were slightly open, but he didn't say a word after all.

Looking at the mage's face, the lord fell silent. The tension just now was reduced to the coldness of the moonlight.

Although Mervyn is only a territory wizard of the earldom, he is one of the most powerful wizards in the entire continent. No one dares to underestimate this low-key disaster wizard. Moreover, the lifespan of wizards at this level is calculated in thousands of years. What kind of thing would torture a wizard like this?

The mad dragon and the withered wizard, no one except the wizard knew what everything that happened meant, but a shadow had already hung over everyone.

Dark clouds slowly covered half of the moon. The lord kept a tense face and said nothing. The wizard spoke up, "I'll talk to you slowly when we get back."

The lord turned around and came to the dragon's body, then turned back to the wizard and said:

"I hope you won't leave the territory without saying goodbye again this time."

"Send one person to the territory to call for help, and the rest of you will help me carve up the dragon's body. This is a valuable resource."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The wizard untied Bennett's chains, pulled him aside and asked again: "Has no one really taught you?"

Bennett looked at the haggard wizard and remembered that the wizard had asked the same question before. He could not help but fantasize: Why did he keep confirming this? Was it possible that my spring was coming? Was he going to take me in as his apprentice? From now on, I would become a wizard, realize my life value, marry the lord's daughter, and reach the pinnacle of my life?

Putting away his messy thoughts, Bennett stammered back: "No, there is really no one to teach me. Can I become a wizard's apprentice?"

The wizard smiled slightly and replied: "That depends on your own choice. A wizard's path is made by himself."

After saying that, he stood up and walked towards the lord. He looked at the people busying around and said to the lord, "Leave the skin from the dragon's belly and the dragon's heart blood to me."

"My son will also need the dragon's heart blood, so I'll leave half for you."

"Okay, then give me the remaining eye of the dragon. You can only sell it if you keep it."

"You look down on money, worthy of being a great wizard. Fine, I'll give you some dragon meat to replenish your body, so that others won't say I'm stingy and starved a natural disaster wizard."

"Haha, don't look down on me for being able to eat when the time comes."

"I see you seem to be very interested in Bennett. Do you want to take him as your disciple?" The lord glanced at Bennett who was in a daze in the distance. "My daughter is quite smart and likes to read books. Why don't you take her in as well?"

The wizard smiled bitterly and said, "A wizard's talent is one in a million. If you have it, you have it. If you don't, you don't. As for Bennett, he has a good talent, but a wizard's path is not determined by talent. A wizard's path is made by himself."

"You have great talent. It's rare to hear this evaluation from you."

"Yeah, it's hard to come by."

Bennett was still standing there at a loss, and no one paid any attention to him. The night wind was cold after all, and it was even colder for a kid who was still soaking wet.

Of course, he was just a small fry compared to the gains from slaying the dragon.

At this moment, the little man's heart is extremely complicated: he is gone, why did he smile like that, was he mocking me, what was I thinking about, who am I, what is his status, he wants me to be his disciple, are you the protagonist of some cool novel?

Bennett's inner ups and downs did not make him lose his composure. He just sat down quietly and watched everyone cut the dragon into pieces. The knight who had just left must have returned to the territory. People in the city were shouting the lord's name, but no one was shouting the wizard's name, as if this person had never appeared.

Bennett glanced at the wizard, who was folding the soft dragon belly skin and looked very satisfied.

In the distance, the convoy held torches and formed a long, bright dragon. People came to Bennett and shouted the glory of the lord, "Rod Stark, the great wolf of the North, the powerful dragon slayer, the protector of Razlan...Long live the Stark family."

Bennett clearly felt separated from this group of people, and he could not blend into the cheering crowd.

Looking at the lord who was being admired and praised by everyone in the crowd, and then secretly looking at the wizard who was quietly putting a huge eyeball on the carriage, Bennett wanted to say something, opened his mouth, and gave up.

The wizard is not sociable. From the beginning till now, only the lord and the coachman have spoken to him, while the rest seem to ignore him.

All the dragon corpses have been loaded onto the carriages, and the carnival has ended. People are driving the carriages towards the city happily. The wizard sits next to the huge eyeball, reading a book that came from nowhere in the faint light of his eyes. Everything seems so peaceful.

The lord walked up to Bennett, touched his head, and then took his little hand and walked behind the crowd.

"Little Bennett, in a few days you will be the knight squire of my eldest son. You must train hard. You will definitely become a powerful knight in the future."

"Yes, Lord, I will definitely train hard and become a guardian of a territory as soon as possible."

Bennett recalled the battle scene again, the black-armored knight leaping down from the city wall, the red-robed man charging with flames on his head, and the wizard with blue eyes glowing like a god.

A pair of huge wings whizzed past in the distant forest. The wizard raised his head to take a look, then lowered his head to read again.