Knight with Wand

When Leon took the crossbow arrow as big as a short spear, the strong wizard named Hilgard couldn't wait to take a closer look.

He removed the blood scab on the crossbow arrow with his fingers, and carefully observed the complex runes and magic patterns on the shaft.

Seeing the trick, Hilgard couldn't help but admire it.

"Amazing" The more he studied, the more shocked he was. He not only appreciated the clever application of the magic pattern, but also admired the maker's profound understanding of the ancient magic language.

"As expected of Atias, the knowledge of the wizard country is really fascinating."

Putting down the rune crossbow arrow in his hand temporarily, Hilgard proposed to the young knight in front of him: "Sir Leon, are you willing to sell it to me?

This thing is just a crossbow arrow with patterns carved on it for you, but it is very helpful for my research."

Hearing this, Leon was surprised.

Looking at the reaction of this uncle wizard, this arrow turned out to be quite valuable?

Seeing Miss Lola's disdainful attitude before, he thought it was just an ordinary consumable with a simple tracking effect.

"Can I ask about the origin of this thing? What is the Atias you just mentioned?" Leon asked curiously.

"Atias is the name of a distant empire. It's normal that you haven't heard of it." Knowing that the young knight in front of him was just the son of an ordinary hunter not long ago, Hilgard patiently explained.

"That country is located in the easternmost part of the continent. Legend has it that it has conquered almost to the edge of the world to the east, and its national strength is very strong.

And unlike the continental countries around us, Atias is still a country completely ruled by spellcasters. The emperor and nobles are all mages."

As he said, Hilgard raised the crossbow in his hand: "This heavy crossbow with magic effect engraved on it, the 'Lorelit Rune' on it is undoubtedly from the hands of a knowledgeable Atias mage."

Empire?

An empire ruled by mages? Magic emperor, mage nobles?

Hearing this news, Leon was shocked, and in a trance, he felt as if he had traveled to another world with a different style.

However, from the other party's words, it can be heard that the country is obviously very far away from Orland. After all, a country that is described as the edge of the world in the Far East, if nothing unexpected happens, with the current transportation, I am afraid that it will not have much to do with me in this life.

"How about it? I can bid twenty gold crowns to buy this arrow." Hilgard quoted the price to Leon.

"Wait, can you help me take a look at this, I don't know if it can still be used, and whether it has value."

Leon did not rush to answer, but put the pendant that he had taken from Dason's body in his waist bag on the table.

The insect-shaped gem on the necklace is crystal clear like glass, and the dazzling red light of that day is gone.

Several short metal legs also retracted into the pendant.

"Another magic item." Hilgard looked at the pendant in surprise.

"Yes, this is the trophy I got when I killed Doson that day." Leon answered simply, hiding the presence of Olivia.

Hilgard reached out and took it for a brief observation. There was no inscription on the pendant, and it was really hard to tell where this style of creation came from.

He had no choice but to spread it on the palm of his hand, close his eyes, and concentrate on calling magic to test the reaction of the item.

The glowing red light gradually spread from the gem, and the blood-colored halo filled the crystal clear crystal.

After a long time, the sturdy warlock consultant opened his eyes again.

"It's probably some kind of instrument that stimulates life elements, but the magic in it has been exhausted. If you want to play a role again, you need to re-infuse it with a lot of magic."

Leon couldn't help but ask expectantly: "Can you recharge it?"

"It's not difficult to recharge it, but I now hold an important position beside Lord Trosa, and I have to deal with various possible emergencies. I really can't consume a lot of energy for this item." Hilgard answered tactfully.

"Then it's not okay to charge a little bit every day?" Not knowing whether the wizards in this world are blue bar type or magic web type, Leon asked with some reluctance.

That day, Duosen, who was like the second stage of the boss, left a deep impression on him.

The noble Kantadar, who was originally no match for Olivia, actually relied on this thing to injure the strong blonde girl.

He even withstood Olivia's heavy sword attack naked and was not killed. His body's speed, strength, and toughness have obviously been greatly enhanced.

If I can use it, even if I can't reach Duosen's level that day, I can have an extra trump card to deal with ordinary enemies in emergencies, except for Miss Lola's help.

Although this thing also consumed a lot of physical strength from Duosen's state before his death, after all, he had enough energy to ride a horse and run wildly after escaping from the griffin that day.

It's better than being weak every time I shoot it.

"If you have the patience to wait, it's not impossible, but in that case, I have to take it away and carry it with me. Even if I consume some magic power for it every day depending on the situation on the front line, it will take one to two months." Hilgard replied.

"No problem, I can wait, then how much do you want as a reward? Is this crossbow arrow worth enough? If not, how much more do I need to pay?" Leon asked happily. Waiting for a month or two in exchange for a life in a desperate situation is worth it.

They are all well-known figures in the kingdom, and he is not afraid that the warlock consultant beside this great noble will steal his equipment and run away.

“.Forget it, in this case, there is no need to pay any more money, just use this crossbow arrow as an exchange.”

Originally, this price was not enough to hire him, but Hilgard also liked this kid. Since the other party was not in a hurry, he simply agreed to it.

After completing the transaction, Leon hurriedly asked another question that he had been concerned about for a long time before the other party left.

“Sir Hilgard, I want to ask, if you want to learn magic, where can you find a teacher?”

Leon did not propose the idea of ​​becoming his apprentice. He had said that he would follow the general to fight on the front line every day, and he would definitely not have time to stay and teach his disciples.

And it was impossible for him to give up everything and become his apprentice now.

“Well, Sir Leon, from your experience of getting help from the ghost of the dead wizard in the cursed land, this idea is understandable.

However, magic is not something that anyone can learn. It has nothing to do with whether you work hard, whether you are diligent, or whether you are smart.”

Hilgard was not surprised by the boy’s expectation for magic.

Anyone who has seen magic will want to control the power that transcends oneself and controls nature.

Countless princes and nobles in the kingdom have expressed this desire to their warlock advisors.

But the reality is cruel.

The experience of nearly a thousand years has told generations of wizards that whether a person can learn and master magic depends on whether he is born in the womb.

This has nothing to do with bloodline. Even if a child born to a wizard couple has a higher chance of having magical talent than an ordinary person.

Of course, there have been lucky spellcasters in history who have had talented offspring.

There are also such spellcasters who have conducted some ethical experiments that are inverted between parents and children.

Unfortunately, or to some extent, it is also fortunate that even the offspring born between the rare close relatives of spellcasters still do not have more possible talents than others.

So now, including all the apprentices in the Northern Academy, the entire Orland Kingdom has only a hundred spellcasters.

But if those apprentices who have not yet graduated are excluded, there are only a dozen truly qualified wizards in the entire Northern Warlock Association.

Hilgard explained to the young knight with regret: "The body that can manipulate magic, and the spirit and willpower that can adapt to the fluctuations of magic power are far from being one in a million.

Compared to the way of magic, if you are really interested in exploring the knowledge and truth of all things in the world, I recommend you to go to the Alchemy Guild in the capital to learn potions and alchemy.

Although it cannot directly manipulate magic power, it can indirectly use some natural laws by mixing the elements of all things through knowledge."

Leon thought about it and tried again: "But, the magician ghost who helped me escape from the nightmare forest did say that I have the talent to embark on the way of magic."

"Did the ghost really say that?" Hilgard asked with a frown.

To be honest, the field he is good at is far from soul learning. I really don't know how the unknown wizard ghost in the boy's mouth, who is dead, can see that this child has talent.

You must know that the Northern Society has been looking for apprentices for hundreds of years since its establishment.

Mages usually bring all the candidates they intuitively think are promising back to the academy, and then pass them through the instruments one by one, which is pure needle-in-a-haystack.

"How about this, if what you said is true, I will write you a letter of introduction. If you have a chance, you can go directly to North County in the north and try to find Dean Petra in the Warlock Fortress, or, after the war is over, I will take you to the north when I have time."

Hilgard did not neglect it. If the young knight in front of him really has magical talent, it will also be valuable to the association.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Sir Hilgard." Leon stood up and saluted to thank the warlock.

After the discussion, Hilgard took the crossbow and the gem pendant and stood up to say goodbye.

Leon also politely sent the warlock consultant of Count Trosa to the village entrance in person.

"Please go back. I will send someone to bring your necklace back after it is fully charged."

After saying that, Hilgard mounted his warhorse, picked up the hammer head, and smashed it gently. A vortex of air that stirred up sand and dust surrounded the iron hoof of the warhorse, and the robe also fluttered in the wind.

Leon couldn't help but raise his hand and step back, covering his face to block the strong wind.

The warlock swung the reins, and the horse under his crotch neighed and rushed out like a gust of wind.

Leon was very amazed by what he saw between his fingers.

In just a few breaths, Hilgard's figure riding on the whirlwind had already run away and disappeared at the top of the hillside.

What the other party said before was true. He really wanted to catch up with Trosa's team easily.

The speed of this magical spell in the wild is at least more than 60 miles, but I don't know how long it can last.

Patting the dust off his body, Leon turned back to the village.

Just then, I saw a group of soldiers from the Thorn Flower Family walking out of the village with shovels they had found.

It seemed that they were going to help the villagers find a place to dig a mass grave according to the baron's order, so as to bury the remains of the Kantadars outside the village as soon as possible to prevent the corpses from rotting and causing plague.

The soldiers came to meet them, and most people did not react. After all, the canonization had just ended, and not everyone knew that three young men had been canonized as knights and became the lords of the land under their feet.

But a soldier who had witnessed the ceremony outside the door recognized Leon, immediately tugged on his companion's arm, and took the lead in saluting the young man: "Good day, Sir Leon."

Only then did the other soldiers stop, and then followed with a hesitant bow to the too-young "knight": "Good day, sir."

Puffing up his chest, pretending to be calm and smiling at them and nodding, Leon walked past.

It wasn't until he turned his head away that he couldn't help but feel a secretly proud look on his face.

Alas, we are also the evil landlords, wealthy people, and the exploiting class.

He walked back to Olivia's home with light steps.

At this moment, the women and children in the lobby are either still busy with chores in the village, or they have gone back to their homes.

The troops brought by Baron Earliver gave the villagers enough sense of security. There was no danger, and the survivors finally went home to clean up the mess in their houses.

Although the quality of soldiers in this era is worrying in troubled times, at least in their own hometown and county, they will not do bad things to fellow villagers for no reason.

Especially under the noses of various nobles and knight lords, they are quite law-abiding.

Stretching, Leon couldn't wait to take off his armor and have a rest.

Originally, I just wanted to try it out this morning to see if it fit me, but I encountered so many things in a row that I haven't even taken it off yet.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw the young man from the mountain village whom I didn't know very well, still standing upright in front of the old blacksmith's bedroom door.

Leon came back several times and saw him standing there like a door god. Now he finally couldn't help but ask: "I remember your name is Hawke? Why are you standing here all the time?"

"Uncle Bubryan, let me, me, me," Hawke stammered as he looked at the hero of Selva.

"Father asked him to block me here. Really, since he agreed, I will definitely not run out~"

Olivia's helpless voice came from the room.

As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened, and the blond girl poked her head out of the house, blinked and looked at Leon expectantly: "How is it? Are all the big shots gone?"

"Lord Elliot hasn't left yet. They will rest in the village for one night and go back tomorrow. General Trossa has already left with the army." Leon replied with a smile, and then looked at Hawke.

"Can I talk to Olivia for a while? Uncle Brian probably didn't say not to let me in."

"Uh, Ying Ying. It should be fine." Hawke thought quickly, got out of the way, walked around Leon and ran to the gate to wait.

Olivia opened the door and waved to Leon with her little hand: "Come in and tell me what's going on."

Leon walked into the house.

The girl closed the door obediently, smoothed her skirt behind her, sat down on the bed, and looked at him curiously.

Leon cleared his throat, and then recounted everything that happened today.

Hearing that the gryphon almost clashed with the army, the girl clenched her hands nervously.

After hearing Boris's slander and Leon's speculation that the village gangster knew it but did not report it, the girl frowned in anger, her teeth itching with hatred.

Hearing again dispelled suspicions and proved the experience, until under the witness of the knights, the baron personally canonized the three people as knights of the Thorn Flower family.

Olivia's lips parted slightly in surprise.

"Are you Lord Knights? Are you the lords here now?"

The girl stood up from the bed with sparkling eyes.

But he couldn't help but sit back down immediately.

"Father, oh~ I really wish I could witness that scene at the scene, it's just like in a knight's tale."

Olivia's beautiful blond hair couldn't help but dim a bit, and she was upset that she couldn't witness the scene when the three friends were canonized.

"Uncle Brian is just worried about you, don't blame him too much." Leon comforted.

"But from your story, the nobles who came to the village are all upright and good people?"

The girl shook her head, still confused.

Leon recalled what Uncle Brian said with a sigh at that time, and couldn't help but said bluntly to the girl: "Didn't Uncle Brian tell you?"

"What?" Olivia tilted her head.

"He told me that he was afraid that you would be spotted by those big shots and take you back to the castle to be their little wife, so he asked me to cooperate and not let others know about your existence."

"Xiao Lao. How is this possible?"

Olivia opened her bright eyes wide.

The girl's cheeks turned hot and blushed with embarrassment, and she asked in disbelief: "Father, did he really say that?!"

"Well, yeah, speaking of that."

Leon apologized to the girl with some embarrassment and shame: "I'm sorry, Olivia, the Cantadar noble named Duosen was originally killed by you. It was obviously you who defeated so many enemies.

The three of us completely stole your credit in front of those nobles, even though Uncle Brian said you didn't care.

But we still feel sorry for you, and we will definitely use the income from the territory to compensate you in the future. "

After listening to Leon's words, Olivia quickly recovered from her embarrassment and waved her hand to him: "Please don't say that, you are the heroes of Selva, even if I win a few What about a knight?

Without your kindness to the gryphon in the forest, my father, me, and this village would no longer exist. "

"By the way, since you are already my lord."

The girl thought of something. She stood up pretendingly, took a few steps forward, and cleared her throat.

Then she politely lifted the hem of her skirt and bowed gracefully in front of Leon.

"Hello, distinguished Lord Leon, I am sorry for the poor hospitality in my humble home. I hope you will not be offended." Olivia looked as serene as a young lady from some family, singing in a theatrical voice.

Leon was immediately amused by her pretentious and weird appearance, and he also became playful.

"Hehehe, whether you will be offended depends on your sincerity. Master Leon's castle just happens to be short of a few concubines!"

He stood up with a stern face and raised his hands exaggeratedly.

The girl giggled and immediately lifted her skirt and turned back to the bed, one hand on her waist and the other hand stretched out her finger and gently tapped.

"~Then it depends on whether you can defeat me first, Master Leon~"

Thanks to all the readers, and thanks to the editor for his appreciation. My first book as a novice is actually going to be published in Sanjiang. I can't believe it. It's like a dream. When I started the book, I didn't even think about how many people would read it. The editor just sent a message saying that I would be published in Sanjiang. I thought I was still asleep.