Mage Lord: The Tech Tree is Skewed by Me

Albert's Wizard Tower.

Leon put on a brand new mage robe, and clipped a badge symbolizing his identity as a mage on his collar.

Oops!

So handsome!

"What magic did you end up using?"

With full of doubts, Albert finally couldn't help asking.

As an archmage, Albert is proficient in all types of magic.

But Albert really couldn’t understand the previous certification assessment.

Not to mention the extremely abnormal persistence and firmness in front of him, just the flames running around and turning at the end confused him.

"Uh...actually I made it myself!"

"Antoria is full of outstanding people and heroes. If the teacher goes to live in Antoria for a while, he will definitely be able to create more special spells."

Leon invited with great sincerity.

However, just as Leon expected, Albert shook his head very simply.

Every archmage is a target for the nobles to win over, and the resources that the Duke of Galicia can provide are not comparable to those of a little viscount in Leon.

Although it was completely different from the previous web novel in which the protagonist raised his arms and powerful people rushed to pitch in, Leon did not feel discouraged at all.

"Although you have become a noble, you must never forget to practice magic."

Albert warned.

He didn't believe in any nonsense like self-created magic, but the spell Leon chanted had never been seen before, so he could only wish his student a bright future.

"do not worry."

Leon said confidently.

…

Parma, Castle of the Braves family.

"Viscount Antolia has arrived in Parma City."

In the study, Deol pushed the door open and said impatiently.

"So fast?"

"How did he get here?"

After hearing this, the Duke of Galicia, who was writing something on the vellum, couldn't help but froze and said in surprise.

You know, from Antolia to the city of Parma, the Earldom of Gray Water Castle sandwiched in the middle can be said to be the only way.

"Just now, news from Gray Water Castle arrived."

Deol took a deep breath, tried hard to calm down the shock in his heart, and then said slowly:

"At the request of Earl Eli Wayne of Graywater Castle, Viscount Leon Jimena of Antolia led his army northward and led an army of four hundred men to quell the plateau hounds wandering in Graywater Castle. Rescued the Earl of Greywater Castle who was in danger."

"What?!"

The Duke of Galicia suddenly stood up from his seat, his eyes filled with shock.

Because until now, the troops under the Duke of Galicia have not yet completed their assembly, and the militia from each of the knights under his command have not yet arrived. It still takes three days to prepare before saving Gray Water Castle from fire and water.

But now Deol told him that Antolia had resolved the crisis facing Gray Water Castle.

"Is Antolia okay?"

The Duke was filled with doubts.

Logically speaking, Antolia should be the area that suffers the most losses, right?

"The damage is estimated to be huge."

"The Earl of Graywater Castle made a tearful complaint in the letter, claiming that the soldiers of the Antolians were brazenly arresting the people who were loyal to the Wayne family on the land of Graywater Castle."

"Antoria is already short of food, and now it is so urgent to replenish its population, probably because too many people died in this cold winter."

"But no matter what, it is a bit too much after all."

Faced with the behavior of the Antolians, the Duke of Galicia just nodded to express his understanding.

He had previously mobilized troops to assist Gray Water Castle, not because of how loyal the Wayne family was, let alone how important Gray Water Castle was, but simply to fulfill his obligations as a duke.

As for arresting people on the land of the Antolian Gray Water Castle, although it is slightly inappropriate, the Duke is more concerned about whether the decrease in population will affect the production of moon velvet.

"You don't need to interfere in this matter. I will give him a beating tomorrow."

"clear."

Deol nodded quickly.

Having been by the Duke's side all year round, how could Deol not know what the Duke was thinking?

The reason why I say these words is simply to show my impartiality.

"Tomorrow at noon, we will entertain Viscount Antolia in the banquet hall."

After a while, the Duke of Galicia said in a deep voice.

…

Colorful flags were flying in front of the castle gate, and the Duke's knights and guards lined up on both sides.

The Duke's only son, Deol, personally guarded the door to welcome the arrival of Leon Jimena, Viscount of Antolia.

It has to be said that this kind of reception standard can be said to be quite high.

"It seems that the Duke of Galicia has heard about you personally leading the troops north."

Todd said quietly on the side, and he couldn't help but feel a little prouder in his brows.

Leon nodded, then walked towards Deol and greeted respectfully:

"The noble Lord d'Or."

Lord is the title given to the heir to the title in the Kingdom of Andal.

As the first heir to the title of Duke of Galicia, Deol can naturally bear this title.

"A great victory! Leon! My father and I heard about what happened to Antolia. You made those monsters suffer a lot!"

Deol said kindly.

"You deserve the prize. This was just a lucky win."

Leon shook his head and became more humble.

As a vassal of the Duke of Galicia, Leon certainly understands the principle of keeping a low profile and biding his time.

If it weren't for the refugees of Gray Water Castle and those shining Escudos, Leon might not even let the mercenaries of Antolia help.

"Father is waiting for you at the castle."

Deol came closer to Leon, seemingly to show his kindness, or maybe for something else.

He leaned over and whispered in Leon's ear:

"People from the church are here. They hope that the Duke can use his identity as a lord to ask you to pay the tithes that Antolia has owed for several years."

"Thank you for your kind reminder."

Leon took a deep look at the young lord and replied softly.

Under the guidance of the waiter, Leon slowly stepped into the spacious banquet hall.

The large oak table was filled with sumptuous food, and the lamb was roasted until crispy and presented an attractive golden color.

Leon's eyes swept across everyone present.

The luxuriously dressed Duke of Galicia sat in the main seat. Behind him, the waiters lined up neatly, and the portraits of the ancestors of the Bravis family hung on the walls on both sides.

Everything in the banquet hall reflects the dignity of the middle-aged Duke and the long history of the Bravis family.

Beside the Duke, perhaps because of his straightforward words at the gate of the city yesterday, Father Matthews was staring into Leon's eyes with vigour.

Leon didn't care.

Without the Duke's permission, could Father Matthews attend this banquet?

Rather than the church putting pressure on the Duke, Leon preferred to believe that this was a blow from the Duke of Galicia, allowing the Braves family to gain more benefits in subsequent negotiations.

"Dear Lord Duke!"

"Thanks to the great God of Light, it is with the God's grace that the barren Antolia can survive the cruel Year of the Jackdaw."

Leon behaved like a devout believer.

Anyway, no one else heard the conversation at the city gate yesterday. At this moment, at least in front of the Duke, no one loves the church more than him!