In the silent night, Griffith's mind was spinning with all kinds of thoughts.
Assuming that the goblins and living corpses were created by Isis, why did he hunt Galadia? Who is behind him? Are there any accomplices?
What is the identity of the elf lady who has fallen asleep by the bonfire? What is she looking for when she comes here alone? She will actually enroll in Homemonworth like me and spend several years together!
Is what I have experienced these days a coincidence or an arrangement by some force? Why me?
Some of the answers may be found in Beyeland. Mr. Heinz at the Army Reserve Command will be able to help.
At this time, slight footsteps and bushes came from the distance, slowly approaching Griffith and the others.
The trainee knight immediately crouched down, raised his shield towards the sound, and patted the sleeping Galadia with his other hand.
"There's a situation!"
…
"Good evening, dear traveler, I am the resident mage Rudias," the visitor walked out from behind the trees, lifting his hood to reveal his aged face and gray hair, "My mage tower is nearby.
Although it’s shabby, it’s still more comfortable than sleeping in the wild. If you don’t mind, can you have a drink with me?”
"Good evening, respected mage." The vigilant Griffith and the dazed Galadia who had just been woken up from their sleep said together, like two elementary school students.
Rudias!
It turned out to be Rudias, the resident mage whom Isis had followed and was accused of conducting research on black magic!
I just saw the case file about him during the day, and unexpectedly met him at night.
"Thank you for your kindness, resident mage." Galadia stroked the blue crystal pendant hanging around her neck, glanced at Griffith slightly, and said calmly, "It's great to be able to sleep in the bed.
Woolen cloth!"
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The garrison mage tower is hidden in the woods to the roadside. The gray stone walls and roofs look very simple, and there are nectarine trees and flowers planted in the small courtyard outside the living room. The atmosphere here is calm and gentle, if you don't look at the tall
The spire makes it impossible for anyone to think that this is the residence of a mage who governs extraordinary events.
Griffith immediately thought that the words in the investigation records did not detect the residual magic power of black magic.
Not to mention black magic, there is almost no fluctuation or breath of magic here, just like a private residence of a country noble.
"It's so radiant that a noble elf can visit this humble abode!" The resident mage bowed to Galadia cheerfully, "I feel a powerful force. Are you a Sequence 8 Beyonder?"
"Yeah." The elf replied casually.
"You are a Sequence 9 of the Spell Breaker path, right?" Rudias asked the two of them to sit down at the long table in the living room, and asked the trainee knight gently, "You can be promoted to a Sequence 8 Obstacle Breaker in the future.
And the Spellbreaker that gives us headaches?”
"Yes, Master Mage." Griffith replied. Spellbreaker is a common extraordinary sequence, and sequence 7 is said to be the upper limit of growth. Everyone knows this information, and there is no need to keep it secret.
After answering this question, Griffith lowered his head to look at the tea on the table. There was a piece of tea leaf floating in the old tea cup, pretending to be a cup of tea. There were some meals on the simple wooden table, but no one was seen doing any chores.
servant.
"Please wait a moment," the resident mage turned and walked into the kitchen, bringing out two portions of soup to entertain his guests. "Have you had dinner? If you don't mind, you can try my cooking."
Griffith looked at the food on the table. The large plate contained soup, with a few vegetable leaves floating in the air. A bare fish head stood upright in the soup plate, and he looked up at the roof with wide eyes...
Even if they hadn't eaten dinner, the two of them couldn't swallow this dish anyway... Galadia gently pushed the fish head into the soup, covered her eyes with a boiled vegetable leaf, and forced a smile.
Asked: "Master Mage, how did you find us?"
The place where the two camped was on a hillside off the road, some distance away from the mage tower.
"Although my mage tower is shabby, it is also a stationed mage camp," Rudias said with a smile. "In addition to the expensive and impractical teleportation array, the extraordinary characteristics monitoring array that should have it is also drawn nearby according to regulations.
I sensed the area as soon as you came. Camping in the wild is really not in line with your beautiful and noble status, so I took the liberty to extend the invitation. Please don’t take it personally. Come and try my craftsmanship.”
Galadia nodded slightly without being polite to the mage.
Griffith looked at the mage who was drinking soup, and then at the undecorated living room. Although Griffith was only at the lowest level of the Extraordinary Sequence, his long-term training and fighting had allowed him to develop a keen intuition.
This mage tower is too ordinary, there must be something wrong with it.
The resident mage is not an ordinary mage but refers to an administrative position exclusive to spellcasters. They are often the top leaders of extraordinary people in a region. Although it is difficult to find powerful mages to serve in many remote places, the Magic Council and the Kingdom once a year
Our review and inspection will not be lax.
If they fail to produce sufficient research results, officials will reprimand them and even deprive them of their positions and replace them with others.
Rudias is in such a position, but there is almost no disturbance or residue of magic in the station. How did he pass the annual review of his tenure?
"What kind of research have you been doing recently?" Galadia asked Griffith's concern, "Isn't the annual review easy?"
"Familiar," the resident mage replied simply and clearly, "Don't look at me like this, I am also the officially designated researcher and supplier of familiars!"
The familiar is a biological servant cultivated by magic, it may be an owl, a bat, a rabbit, a cat, a dog or something else.
Griffith turned to look at his companion, and happened to meet Galadia's eyes. Both of them thought of a special creature.
"As we all know, there are many different kinds of power in this world," Rudias introduced slowly, "We can drive magic through the configuration of magic; extraordinary people have abilities exclusive to each sequence and do not require magic.
The configuration can exert magical power similar to a spell, and it will not be interfered by the blood of the spellbreaker."
The resident mage glanced at Griffith and then said: "In addition, the favored ones can obtain rare powers through prayer, which is similar to magic but not systematic. Among them, the favor of the Holy Light is the most common, but it is very hypocritical.
.The most interesting thing is the indescribable power of the ancient gods.
"It is the sublime, the power that creates life."
Galadia slowly put down her knife and fork. Although their ideas and origins are different, the mages have always been full of respect for the Holy Light Church, and open contempt for the Holy Light is a rare behavior. However, Rudias's problem
It's not limited to that. From his remarks, it can be confirmed that this mage stationed in a remote area is studying some forbidden powers.
Griffith stood up from his seat and took two steps back, placing his hand on the hilt of his sword. Although it had not been long since they entered the mage tower, the chat could no longer go on.
"So, your Excellency, by inviting us, are you going to introduce us to those interesting powers?" Galadia rubbed her forehead and turned her gaze to the side door. That led to the basement, and a violent and bloody aura was coming from there.
leaked out.
There is something hidden there that will appear at any moment.
"Are you really not going to drink some of my soup?" Rudias said regretfully, "With just one sip, we can avoid many unpleasant and bloody experiences~ How did you find out? My potion should be innocuous.
It’s just that it’s sexy and tasteless!”
He just couldn't drink it. Griffith glanced at the fish soup that was hard to look at.
"Okay, let me introduce some of my trivial jobs." At this time, Rudias snapped his fingers. Griffith, who had been highly nervous, jumped up, pulled out his long sword and used his round shield.
Protecting herself. Galadia nimbly dodged past him, raised her long bow and hid behind him.
The mage tower that had been calm just now was suddenly filled with a surge of malice. Some kind of chaotic and twisted creature hidden behind the small door next to the living room broke out!
"Please see, the perfect combination of the blood of orcs and elves, strong orcs." Rudias stretched out his hand, "You must have never seen such research!"
Following rumbling footsteps, a strong figure over two meters tall opened the side door and strode in.
This strong creature has the bronze skin of an orc, with a well-proportioned and muscular body, and traces of an elf can be seen in its two pointed ears, but his face is extremely ugly and ferocious, and his red eyes full of violence swept across Galadia's face.
, a look of wretchedness and greed suddenly appeared.
"It's really difficult to cultivate elves as a mother body, and the result of just combining them with goblins doesn't have very outstanding characteristics," Rudias said with a proud face, like a chef introducing his own dish.
Goblin! Griffith immediately realized why there was no trace of magic in the Mage Tower.
Rudias's research did not drive the power of magic, but created new creatures through the reproduction of magical life.
Galadia bit her lip tightly, and a stream of light shot directly into the heart of the orc.
"Ha," the giant man took the blow with his bare upper body. He only swayed slightly under the elf's close-range blow. The arrow penetrated the thick flesh but was not fatal. The strong orc immediately stretched out his hand and twisted it off.
Arrow shaft, strode forward.
Galadia shot another arrow like lightning, this time she aimed at the Orc's left eye.
In the midst of lightning and flint, the strong orc raised his left hand, and the sharp arrow penetrated into his wrist but failed to hit the vital point.
Such a fast speed! Griffith was shocked. Not only could this creature resist Galadia's attack with its physical body, its movements could even catch sharp arrows fired from close range!
This is not an enemy that trainee knights and elves can fight against.
"Retreat!" Griffith hurriedly raised his buckler, and heavy blows from the orcs followed one after another.
Griffith didn't even see the opponent's movements clearly. His buckler and the bones of his left forearm were shattered. He flew directly backwards and hit the elf who was retreating rapidly. The two of them were photographed together.
To be continued...