Chapter 167 Kidnapping instead of Recruitment

The next day, on the road to Prideland.

After a whole day of trekking, Iket finally ordered the team to stop.

This order does not require the caravan to make repairs.

Instead, prepare for an ambush.

Feeling anxious, Aris followed Ictor and took out a variety of food on the roadside, such as bacon and honey soft bread, dipped in barbecue wine, and set up a battle array on the roadside.

"Master, is this really an ambush?"

Aris couldn't help but ask. Considering what might happen next, he couldn't even eat the barbecue safely.

But Iket enjoyed the delicious food calmly.

"Steady, Aris, remember, our current setting is a team that is resting on the side of the road when it is tired."

It is quite normal for the team to stop and repair when they are tired, and at this time, it is also normal to eat some delicious food and bread.

The smell of bread, honey and roasted meat.

Since Sirloman's happiest days passed, he has never tasted these foods again.

"Don't think about it, this is not for you to drink."

"There's nothing to feel sorry for, Aris. After all, I, Windsor, have my own national conditions here. This is something that can't be helped, but it is also the right thing to do."

But on the front line where food is valuable, the caravan will most likely not sell him food.

"That's right. It's quite funny when this mage snores."

"I think so too."

Seeing Sirolman snoring loudly under the hypnosis of black tea, Ictor himself began to admire his intelligence.

Among them are regrets in terms of resources and congenital deficiencies in magical organs.

In order to take risks and find opportunities, or to use their strength to make a living, the density of mages on the front line is not low.

The mage was very curious about everything in Ictor's team and asked about this and that.

For a prosperous territory like Prideland, there are a lot of cars and people passing by.

Iket said, pointing to the red teapot, with some special leaves floating in it.

But just as the wandering mage was walking further and further away, a voice full of goodwill sounded from behind.

With a dusty life and no money in his pocket, he has nothing to do with the high-spiritedness of his student days and exudes the shabby atmosphere of a wandering mage.

Fifteen minutes later.

He had not had enough to eat for a long time. On the deserted front line, it was impossible to carry enough food without livestock.

Touching his trouser pocket, there were only a few dozen copper coins left in it.

Next, various adventurers came to Iket's side. These people were rarely alone, and Iket was still not easy to deal with.

"No, I'm not saying that your treatment is not good. I just think that if we do this, will it be a bit despicable and unethical?"

It is human nature to have a good meal while traveling.

For this mage who was unable to attack, Iket quickly drove him away, and the other party had no intention of staying.

I came to the front line this time just to join a good lord and get some training resources here.

"There's nothing wrong with that! Look at how miserable he is, I will just feed him with good food and drink after I go back! It's not much better than being a wandering mage!"

Regardless of whether his power is large or small, Iket doesn't like to get into trouble, so he can only politely extend invitations to these nobles.

This pot of sleepy black tea with the poison of the Plague Clan added to it can only be drunk by "hunting targets".

Not all spellcasting professionals have a bright future. Some may be detected as having magical aptitude and then be sent to schools for training.

"Ah, Master, this is not good."

"Dear mid-level mage, may I ask what you are cooking? It smells delicious!"

So this man, who was all shabby but clearly dressed as a mage, walked past the Iket team step by step.

Iket enthusiastically shared food and drinks with him, and began to ask about his origin, origin, and story.

When the mage heard that someone was interested in this, and that the other person was an intermediate mage worth consulting, he immediately started chatting.

This gave Iket the opportunity.

But in his lifetime, he may have stopped at the third level.

Moreover, the rule of magic pressure also limits the large-scale gathering of mages.

At this moment, he suddenly found someone lighting a fire and making food by the roadside.

On the road leading to Prideland, Sirorman was trudging alone.

"Look, Aris, within two days of setting off, we have recruited a mage!"

Then as expected, he was declined by the other party.

There are also spellcasting professionals among them.

He said that he only wanted to embark on a difficult journey alone to restore the glory of his family.

Even though he knew the hardships on the front line and the extremely high casualty rate, Sirolman had to go here.

But what makes Iket unhappy is that this guy is a noble boy.

The hinterland of the empire has long been occupied by various groups of mages, and the cultivation resources in various places cannot be opened to him at all.

"Friend! Why don't you sit down and take a rest!"

But as soon as he graduated from school, a mage with poor qualifications like him was severely beaten by society.

"I have bread, soup, and some hot tea here!"

Not long after, one such mage took the initiative to contact the team and wanted to buy some food.

"Ah ha ha ha ha."

Once upon a time, this mage from the imperial capital was also a student of the Royal Mage Academy. He was dressed in a bright uniform and roamed in the arms of girls.

There are caravans transporting supplies, there are speculators and adventurers who go to the front lines to seek opportunities, and there are all kinds of people.

This speech made Ictor so angry that he wanted to break a cup as a warning, and let the Chasseurs hiding in the forest rush out and tie him up!

It was with great difficulty that he resisted taking action.

There is also a recruitment order hanging above his head at all times.

Local mages will also reject foreign mages because of this.

Siloman, who was born as a commoner, still had to face the pressure of life in the end, and was squeezed out by the surplus of mages in the country to a miserable state.

This is also the reason why the surrounding areas of the imperial capital can prosper. Unless necessary, the residences of mages will be located in the countryside as much as possible.

Ictor didn't speak, and Sirolman tried his best to hold back.

The empire trained them to put compulsory recruitment orders into the hands of these mages. During wartime, as an ox-horse mages group, they were much easier to command than noble mages.

"this?"

"It should be called black tea."

The two chatted happily, but neither of them noticed that Sirolman quietly opened his eyelids.

The boiled leaves were also made by Iket on an impromptu idea, using the tea trees around Windsor. This was an unexpected discovery.

If this continues, the black tea will be boiled dry!

Fortunately, hard work paid off, and in the afternoon, Iket finally found another lone mage.

For example, in the imperial capital where strong men gather, every time the magic crystal is charged, the training environment of the mages will drastically deteriorate.

After suffering so much on the road, the cautious Sirolman actually kept casting detoxification spells.

But when he heard the treatment Ictor said, he fell over without hesitation.

The intensity shocked Ictor.

Now, he could finally have a rare and peaceful sleep.
Chapter completed!