My Magic Age

Hearing the civilian boy wailing and telling the situation inside the house, Knight Captain Montgomery's expression softened, but he obviously did not fully believe what the boy said, and instead turned to the few people standing in the corner. A civilian asked: "Has the liger from the beast tribe come back?"

"Sir Knight, the orc has been away from here for nearly five days." A poor man standing in front bravely answered.

I stood aside and thought: There was such a big commotion in the courtyard in front of the house. If Rengar was hiding in the house, he might have escaped through the back door with his daughter at this moment, and just blended into the crowd on the street. , even a foreign orc is difficult to catch. It's a pity that Rengar died last night, and now probably only his harpy daughter is left in the attic.

This group of knights in the guard camp are really a bunch of wolf dogs who only know how to bully civilians.

When Knight Captain Montgomery heard the civilians say that there were no Liger warriors in the house, his expression slowly softened and he looked at me thoughtfully.

I just made it clear that I came here for this harpy, which gave the knight captain Montgomery some more thoughts. He was a little hesitant and unwilling to give me the credit. He ordered the knight standing at the door. Said: "Roy, break the door!"

"Okay!" The knight standing at the door of the house agreed quickly, stretched out his armored leg, and kicked the wooden door with a bang. The dull sound seemed to make the whole house tremble. one time.

But an embarrassing scene occurred. Knight Roy kicked out a big hole in the wooden door with one foot. His armored leg got stuck in the big hole in the wooden door and couldn't be pulled out. He just hung there in embarrassment. On the door. The companion on the side quickly drew out the Roman sword from his waist, rushed forward and slashed at the wooden door, smashing the holes in the door, and then rescued Knight Roy.

Then, just when the knight wanted to knock on the door again, the wooden door was suddenly pushed open from the inside, and a middle-aged woman wearing a linen apron poked her head out of the inside in a panic, her eyes filled with horror. , panicked and yelled at a civilian standing in the corner of the yard: "Mike, my God, what's going on? These knights are trying to destroy the wooden door of our house. Why don't you stop them? My God, what on earth is going on?”

"Shut up, bitch, go back to your house and watch those brats. The knights are on a capture mission." A civilian standing in the corner shouted nervously.

"Oh!" The middle-aged woman turned pale with fright. After agreeing, she quickly closed the wooden door tightly.

...The surroundings suddenly became very quiet, and everyone was looking coldly at the civilian who just spoke.

The civilian cowered and pressed his body against the wall, his eyes full of fear and helplessness. He suddenly understood the mistake he had made and looked at the knights in the yard with some pity.

Master Ivan sat on the ground in a very embarrassed state, covering his neck with one hand, and said urgently to the civilian in a hoarse voice: "I don't want your woman to open the door yet, open it quickly!"

The civilian also reacted immediately, fearing that the knights in the guard camp would anger his family, he ran all the way to the door, skillfully pulled the bolt on the wooden door, and quickly opened the wooden door.

Captain Montgomery followed closely behind the civilian. When he saw him opening the door, he said coldly behind him: "Where is the harpy? Take us there!"

The civilian's face turned pale, and he nodded hurriedly with a grimace. He timidly walked into the house, hunched his body, and climbed up the stairs next to the corridor. The two knights held a shield in one hand and a shield in the other. Holding a sword, he carefully climbed upstairs behind the civilians.

I followed Captain Montgomery and walked into this house. A musty smell of sweat rushed towards me from the house. I frowned, endured the pungent smell, and climbed the stairs bravely.

When I entered the house, I realized that it was indeed very different from the clean houses I had imagined. Perhaps it was because there were too many residents living there. The house that looked very tidy from the outside was actually full of clutter inside.

The huge living room seemed overcrowded, with almost nowhere to stay. The whole house was filled with messy and worn-out furniture. Dirty clothes could be seen everywhere. A black iron pot was casually thrown on the coffee table, with half a pot of pumpkin soup in it. A child was hiding behind the sofa, staring at the door curiously. She was holding a dirty tabby cat in her arms.

Those wooden stairs looked very old, and the paint had been completely worn away, revealing the true color of the wood. The knights were wearing heavy armor, and they made a "creak" sound when they stepped on them, as if they would collapse at any time.

This house is made of wood and does not have any fire-resistant treatment, fire-resistant varnish, or fire-resistant isolation layer. I am very worried that once this house is set on fire, it will be difficult to put it out.

I followed the knight captain Montgomery, thinking about how to save Rengar's daughter from the hands of these guard camp knights...

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Magic crystal is the largest currency in circulation in the world. Normally, only upper-class nobles and magicians like to use magic crystal as a trading currency. Ordinary nobles and commoners are still accustomed to using gold coins, silver ingots, and copper plates as transaction currencies.

(Note: One piece of magic crystal can be exchanged for almost ten gold coins, one gold coin can be exchanged for one hundred silver coins, and one silver coin can be exchanged for one hundred copper plates. As for the price of goods in the imperial capital, one pound of wheat flour is worth about four copper plates. For ordinary people in the imperial capital, The per capita income is around fifty silver coins).

No matter where you are, you can't seem to escape the rules of money, and the same is true in the imperial capital of the Green Empire.

No matter when and where, there is one thing that cannot be avoided, and that is the relationship with money.

And the richer the place, the more money is worshiped.

The life of people in the Imperial City is much higher than that in other places in the Green Empire, but the more metropolitan it is, the easier it is for people to understand what yellow-orange gold coins can bring to them.

In the imperial capital, not everyone is a rich man. The same goes for the knights in the guard camp. They seem to have prestigious positions and a lot of monthly income, but once it is divided evenly, supporting the family, feeding the war horses, maintaining weapons and armor, drinking, gambling, and whoring women will cost them almost everything. My own money is very thin, so I don't have a solid family fortune in the imperial capital. With a job, if I don't carefully calculate my expenses, I will often make ends meet.

Just now, when I was walking upstairs with Cavaliers Captain Montgomery, I learned from Cavaliers Captain Montgomery that he was a knight from a civilian family who relied on his own personal strength and a little bit of luck to leave. To where we are today. I guessed that his family background must be very ordinary. At least he could enter such a house full of sour smell without changing his expression, which shows that he seems to be very familiar with such a house.

So I made a bold decision, took out a magic crystal from my money bag, and put it into Montgomery's hand when others were not paying attention.

Then I made up a reason to him and said to him: "Captain Montgomery, in fact, there is a magic scholar in the Magic Research Institute who studies the body structure of Warcraft. He has been eyeing this harpy for a long time. This time I came here with the order to bring this harpy back. Can it be convenient for me to take this harpy back to the Magic Research Institute?"

Knight captain Montgomery pondered for a moment, hesitating a little. The magic crystal turned twice in his palm, and his Adam's apple kept rolling. Then he took a deep breath and made a difficult decision. He nodded slightly to me, and then skillfully put the magic crystal in his hand into his pocket.

His tone changed quickly. He stood on the stair step and said to me in a low voice: "This operation was originally carried out by the security battalion in cooperation with the Magic Guild. When we catch the monster later, you can just take it away." Yes, I will take care of the matter of appeasing the other team members!”

"Then thank you Knight Montgomery!" I squeezed in the narrow staircase and whispered to the knight captain Montgomery.

Until this moment, I felt relieved, thinking that having dealt with the knight captain of the guard camp, the next thing would be much easier to handle.

Looking at the attic above my head, I couldn't help but wonder a little distressedly: How on earth will I settle this harpy? Do I have to bring her into the magic academy? It's definitely not possible. The magic scholars who study Warcraft in the academy will go crazy when they see such a rare harpy of royal blood!

For those scholars, the Daughters of Rengar are of great research value.

First of all, she is a combination of a low-level intelligent Warcraft and an Orc warrior. This alone will make those Warcraft researchers crazy.

Secondly, she can be regarded as a classic example of the integration of power between races. If genetics scholars knew that there was such a special existence, they don't know what extraordinary actions they would make.

It was such a harpy. I pressed my forehead with my hand and thought to myself: This is really difficult to deal with. Do we still want to hide her in the Xinliu Valley?

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While thinking wildly, Captain Montgomery and I walked along the wooden stairs to the third floor.

The original owner of the house used the main beams of the triangular ridge to build a storage attic. Now after repeated modifications, the attic has become a habitable attic. However, the space in the attic is a bit small, and one can only stand near the main beams. I have to straighten my body and have to hunch over in other places, which is very suffocating.

I saw the two knights and the civilians who were leading the way crowded together at the door of the narrow attic room. The two knights stood on both sides of the door. The knight named Roy was gesturing to the civilian to open the door. The civilian looked panicked and begged Roy with his eyes.

We walked up to the third floor, and happened to see Roy Knight urging the civilian to open the door with his eyes. Everyone was scared when they heard that there was a banshee in the room. In this way, opening the door became the most dangerous thing. Even if Knight Roy threatened with his eyes, the civilian was not willing to die.

I glanced at Cavaliers captain Montgomery, coughed softly, and then said to him: "I think I can try it!"

"Okay!...Magic Jijia, do you want me to arrange for two knights to protect you?" Knight captain Montgomery pretended to hesitate for a moment, and then said tentatively.

I shook my head silently and said, "Thank you for your kindness, I can handle it!"

Rejecting the help offered by Montgomery, the knight captain smiled disapprovingly. Then he shrugged his shoulders and made a gesture of asking for permission, and motioned the two knights to move aside. The two knights and the bitter-faced civilians quickly returned to the stairs as if they had been pardoned.

The knights held up their shields to cover the important parts of their bodies, and held their swords in one hand to protect Montgomery in the middle, guarding against the monsters that suddenly rushed out of the door.

Then everyone focused their eyes on me, and they watched me nervously walk to the door of the room step by step.

They all seemed very nervous, and as I walked into the door, their breathing became much heavier, but they were more curious about how I would break through this door. With the power I have now, it is estimated that it will be difficult to knock this door open.

I stood in front of the door, and an "ice shield" instantly condensed on my arm. A chill spread from the ice shield, making the temperature around suddenly cold.

‘Ah’, someone behind me yelled in surprise, as if only now did someone notice that I was actually a magician, and the ice flame dancing on my fingertips was - magic.

Perhaps they were standing behind me at this time, and would be extremely expecting me to release a gorgeous magic and break through the wooden door in one fell swoop, like an invincible warrior, rushing into the attic room tyrannically, and then stepping on the banshee under my feet and accepting worship.

But in fact, it was not that troublesome.

Standing at the door of the attic, I took out a key with a house number from my pocket, inserted the key clumsily into the keyhole and twisted it gently, and the wooden door - with a ‘creak’, it was opened by me.

I pushed the wooden door open and walked in, and then with a ‘click’, I closed the heavy wooden door casually...

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Wind Blade

What greeted me was a sharp wind blade.

My mind turned, and the ice shield was already in front of me. The white wind blade cut into the ice shield and pierced it, but the wind blade had also exhausted its energy at this point, and it turned into a fierce gust of wind against my arm, blowing my wrist so hard that it really scared me into a cold sweat.

I didn't expect that Rengar's daughter could control wind magic. If I had known, I would never have rushed in so rashly. At least I would have activated the "petrified skin". If I hadn't reacted quickly, I'm afraid I would have been cut by this "primary wind blade". I couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from my forehead.

Then I looked into the room and saw a snow-white harpy with a black chain wrapped around her body. The harpy was tied up and her white wings were bound behind her, so that she couldn't fly in the attic. The other end of the chain was tied to a heavy chopping board.

Seeing her panic-stricken and beautiful face, I vaguely remembered the appearance of her mother, the pure white harpy queen. Compared with the harpy queen, this young harpy has undergone a great change in its body structure.

Perhaps there is such a door in everyone's heart. Sometimes we want to try to break in, but we don't have to break the door violently. Maybe the key has already been held in our hands.