The fallen mage's clear eyes became fanatical, and she decisively pulled out the dagger from Griffith's waist and stabbed him hard in the back of the heart.
"Cang!" The dagger hit the solid breastplate without causing any damage. The female mage was stunned, and hurriedly raised the dagger and slashed at the back of the trainee knight's neck.
"Bang!" Griffith suddenly reached out and grabbed the female mage's wrist. Although he was still dizzy and weak, his strength was enough to control the equally weak female mage.
"It seems... your condition isn't very good either..." Griffith, who was feeling sore and numb all over, slowly turned around, reached out and grabbed the female mage's neck, and nudged her in front of the anxious and desperate female mage.
He twisted the dagger and pressed it toward the female mage's throat.
"Damn it, let go! Let me go! Running dog..."
The dagger pierced the soft neck of the female mage, and a large ball of blood poured out of her mouth.
Griffith stirred the dagger twice, then tiredly pushed away the lifeless body of the female mage, and stood up from the ground while panting.
There was a pale bone ring lying in his hand, and the unidentifiable murmur had disappeared.
Griffith put away the ring and was about to blow the whistle toward the sewer to call for reinforcements. Suddenly, a broken memory flooded into his brain.
A man hidden under a black robe and hood was handing over a pale bone ring. The only identifiable words he said were: "After I leave, you will report the progress directly to my disciples."
"Yes, mentor." This sentence seems to come from the fallen female mage.
Memory fragments poured into his brain one after another, almost tearing Griffith's spirit apart. In the chaos, he suddenly saw the figure of the mage apprentice Isis flashing past. He and the fallen female mage
Talking about vague plans, his attitude was decisive. At the end of this memory, Isis pulled up his hood and seemed to be nodding goodbye to the people around him. He said:
"I will ensure her destruction, no matter the cost, for a holy cause."
The trainee knight's spirit could not hold a large number of memory fragments. Soon, these messy information dissipated like passing smoke, leaving only a clear sentence lingering in his ears.
"Fear brings desire, desire demands power,
"Strength breaks through the shackles, and we will eventually be free."
Why did I gain partial memories of this woman?
Griffith twisted his body and felt nothing strange except that he was very weak.
According to the general knowledge of occult science, when absorbing extraordinary characteristics, there is a certain chance of obtaining the memory fragments left by the previous extraordinary person. But I am a spellbreaker, how can I absorb the extraordinary characteristics of the fallen female mage? Moreover, I have not obtained them anymore.
The feeling of extraordinary characteristics!
What exactly is this ring?
…
"Director Heinz, the enemy fallen mage has been eliminated," Griffith handed the cold body to the soldiers present and reported to the Armored Cavalry Director.
"Well, it's not too embarrassing," Heinz Wilhelm said as he watched the city defenders lift Ophelia, who had been stripped of her armor, out of the sewer. "Be careful, you have good habits."
"Sir, the investigators are here," a soldier trotted forward and saluted Heinz, "They have taken over the investigation of the prisoners and corpses."
Not far from the two of them, the little gangster who had been captured alive in the battle was taken aside and handed over to two men dressed entirely in black.
"Woman? This is a woman," the leading man in black looked at the little man for a while, then turned and said to the officer beside him, "I don't think a little minion like her can know anything. Let's go see if there are any other prisoners.
.”
His companion reached out to the struggling little man, and the moment he touched her forehead, she lost consciousness.
…
"The only survivor is named Lahua Na. She is 12 years old, female, and her parents are deceased. She has no experience worth mentioning and does not know any valuable information. She is just a thief in the sewer gang," said the man in black who completed the investigation.
The man came to Heinz and briefly reported the situation, "The fallen mage who was killed is named Camilla. We also channeled her and Cook's bodies, but their souls were banned and have dissipated.
Already."
The investigation found nothing... Griffith watched quietly as the Central Bureau of Investigation agents reported to the flag captain.
"The people from the Investigation Bureau seem to have some kind of psychic spell or ability that can directly enter the brain of the person under investigation to search for information." Rana, who returned from the sewer, was also listening and quietly said to Griffith,
"No one cares whether the person whose head they pried open can survive."
"This little bastard was released on the spot. Our detention center is already overcrowded." The man in black suddenly turned around and stared at the trainee knights gathered around him. "I don't know what twisted hobbies you Eastern Legion soldiers have.
But please remember, this is Beyeland, the capital of the world, and civil servants like me will be watching your every move."
Is this a reminder to us? It took Griffith a few seconds to realize what the investigator was talking about.
Is the Bureau of Investigation reminding us not to do anything to this little girl named Lavana?
…
After returning to Larmore House, Griffiths was caught by several servants and washed thoroughly before he entered the gate. Then Mr. Ashford called him into the reception room.
On the table in the reception room were a stack of documents, a small money bag and a small box. The butler pointed at these two items, then stepped aside and motioned for Griffith to pick them up.
Griffith came to the table and sat down. He first opened the file and found that it was a partially completed report on the "Tassock Street Cook Gang Incident."
The report details the attacks launched by Cook's gangster Jaros over the past few days from a third-party perspective, as well as limited information about Cook himself, the fallen mage and his henchmen.
The report is accompanied by a pencil drawing of the scene. The main suspects in the incident, the crime scene and the surrounding environment are all vividly drawn. I don't know whether it is the artist's superb skills or the result of magic.
After flipping through the incident report and pencil drawing album, Griffith saw a blank report.
"Mr. Apprentice Knight, in Bayerland, which pays attention to procedures and rules, it is very important to submit a detailed and accurate report," Mr. Ashford said slowly in his unique elegant tone, "This is your
It's an important part of the job. If you have any questions about writing, you can ask me."
When Griffith was in the army, he often had to submit reports to his superiors on the progress of battles, so he was already very familiar with this matter. He immediately nodded and agreed, then continued to read through and found a notice.
"For Griffith Blanton's trainee knight's performance in this mission, after review, the following rewards will be given:
"50 silver francs and one day of paid leave.
"Merit is worth 1 point.
"Since this mission is the first mission performed by Mr. Trainee Knight under Count Larmore, an additional unit of potential strengthening potion will be given as a reward."
Reward! The reward was distributed so quickly!
Griffith's eyes almost gleamed. Needless to say, 50 silver francs was equivalent to half a month's salary, which was very helpful for him who was tight on money.
As for merit points, he is also very familiar with them. This is the only indicator for non-commissioned officers and middle- and low-level officers to upgrade their military ranks. Moreover, after serving a certain number of years, excess merit points can be exchanged for land or annuity.
When he was promoted to the second-level squad leader, all of Griffith's existing merit points had been consumed. Next, if he wanted to be promoted to the first-level squad leader, he needed to have 10 merit points, and to be promoted to a higher-level assault squad leader, he would need additional merit points.
20 points of merit. Once he passes the threshold of an assault squad leader, he may even hope to become an officer and a noble, and establish his own small family.
Mr. Ashford watched the trainee knight quietly, taking all his eager eyes into his eyes, and said, "Mr. trainee knight, have you ever come into contact with potential strengthening potions before?"
By the way, what is this... Griffith immediately shook his head.
Ashford explained: "In the army, you naturally don't need this kind of potion, but if you want to quickly improve extraordinary abilities, potential potions are very useful.
"There is information about potential potions in the library, you can study it slowly. For relatively basic extraordinary abilities, one unit of potential potions can already increase it by one level.
"However, the more powerful your ability is, the more resources it will consume. I suggest you consider it carefully before using it."
…
Griffiths had one day off per week, usually Sunday, but if he wished, he could also take time off on a day when there was no urgent business.
Today is August 22, 1443 in the Second Era.
Griffith's room was in the attic of the Earl's Mansion. It was a single room not much larger than a public carriage carriage. The hard wooden bed was next to a desk, a chair and a small bookshelf, and a suitcase was stuffed under the bed.
The morning sun shines through the window and onto the sheets, making Griffith, who has just woken up, feel very comfortable.
The trainee knight got up from the bed early, washed his face in a hurry, put on a full set of heavy armor and weapons, trotted out of the dormitory on the basement floor, and ran his extra morning exercises along the wide and beautiful boulevards in the uptown area.
Today is a holiday, and Griffith has very important arrangements.
Along the way, he met Rana and Murat, who were also fully armed. They nodded to each other and continued their training.
"Morning Griffith!" The tall and light Ophelia wore comfortable casual clothes, tied her long blond hair into a ponytail, and swung it around as she ran, "Don't ask, there is no smell anymore! If you ask again, just ask
Beat you."
The neat streets are paved with cobblestones or square tiles, and they are very clean and refreshing no matter whether it is windy or rainy. Griffiths exercised according to the habits and distances of the army in the first few days, but found that it was over before he could warm up.
.
The most luxurious residences in the upper town of Beyeland are built on gentle slopes with wide views in the middle of the mountain. From time to time, the sound of fully armed trainee knights or attendants training can be heard from the winding long street, but it will not wake up the people in the nearby mansions.
Nobles. The bedrooms of the nobles who live here are deep in the quiet garden, and they don't care at all about the noise of their subordinates.
To be continued...