Edward doesn't care about such people... The power of the paladin comes from the gods and is indeed extremely powerful, but this powerful power does not necessarily belong to them. Only after being tempered by countless battles can the power truly belong to a person.
, the power given is not considered real power until it is completely controlled.
Of course, that power is indeed powerful. It is easy. Among those legends, there are countless people who have received help from a god, and they have become invincible heroes from mortals. Sometimes, Edward can't help but think about himself.
Should he also find a god's thick legs to hug him? With certain things in his memory, it is not very difficult to win the favor of a god...
However, this idea is too dangerous after all. Edward clearly knows that his biggest reliance is just some memories, and once the gods pay attention to them, these can be easily taken away - even powerful wizards can read them.
Taking the memories of mortals is a matter of a snap of a finger for those beings that exceed powerful beings.
And after losing these, what else do you have left?
Now, his past, his present, his future, everything has been lost, body, soul, everything has been imprisoned in this era... The only things that are free are thoughts, memories and spirit. Edward does not want to be connected
This last bit of everything was lost.
He also wants to enjoy the world.
This is a rich and colorful world. In the abyss of the ancient mountains sleep giant dragons that look down on all living beings. In the deep forests there are hidden elves and tree people who live in peace with the world. The wilderness and wilderness are filled with magical beasts and human beings.
There, priests and mages were copying obscure words on ancient sheepskin scrolls under the yellow candlelight, bards holding harps sang briskly on the mainland, and knights on horseback returned in triumph to greet the ladies.
;The hypocritical but shallow nobles are having fun in the tall and gorgeous castle...
However, if you want to experience the beauty of this world, being an ordinary person is not enough... far from it.
Even though Edward has been training himself hard since he was born, even though he is now a good hunter, some things cannot be easily changed... He is not a noble, not a rich man, and his ordinary background is doomed to him.
Is a weak person.
Perhaps in this world, brute strength is inferior to magic, and fitness is inferior to intelligence, so talent can also be an important condition for changing a person, but Edward does not have these.
In the legend, there were things that should have come with his strange encounter - the magical ability to destroy the big devil with just a single movement of his hand, the talent to cast spells continuously with a glance at a magic book, because he ate too much of a certain type of potato in his previous life.
Possessing astonishing magical power... none of them came as promised. Except for the experience and experience that exceeds that of an ordinary person, he is no more useful than anyone in this plane.
Therefore, for this goal, he must struggle.
He must use all the methods he can think of... and currently, entering the Magic Academy in Tuminis seems to be his only way out.
In fact, such popular academies are rare on the mainland. In more than a dozen countries on the entire continent, most of the mages still adopt the ancient master-apprentice system-a mage has several or even several disciples under his command.
Ten apprentices built a mage tower and completed corresponding work such as research and teaching in it.
Of course, this ancient method does not mean a higher chance of success - since the conditions for accepting apprentices are entirely determined by the mage, the reasons become varied. Although it does focus on elites, coolies and laborers are the main
The purposeful method of recruiting disciples is often popular, and some crazy mages even use apprentices as test subjects for contracts... Although a mage will inevitably have one or even several disciples with good talents to pass on the mantle, the mortality rate in the process is also alarmingly high.
The probability of an ordinary apprentice meeting a good mentor is as high as seeing a god with his own eyes. A qualified mentor needs to have rich knowledge, good morals, and the power not to be overwhelmed by the world. If any of the three is missing, the student will be led into the world.
Wrong way... Edward is not clumsy, but has long been judged to have no talent. Naturally, he will not choose such a meager opportunity.
Moreover, just like what happened in the past few days, the mages will not choose him without reason...
Relatively speaking, the Magic Academy, which will open its doors to all beings who can turn in shiny gold letters, is a good choice.
Due to the demand for magicians in the Kingdom of Tuminis, this academy is the most egalitarian place on the continent with a strict hierarchy. At least, there are generally no cases where civilian magic apprentices are beaten to death by nobles. And civilian students who successfully graduate often,
After a period of experience, there is a great chance of becoming a noble.
Opportunities like this are extremely rare.
Knowledge is strictly controlled in this world. Literacy is a privilege and a status symbol in this world. Although the identity of the educated is not specifically defined, it is just that there is no printing technology to promote it.
The books and materials are destined to be high in education costs, and the text is only circulated among the nobles and the bachelors of the temple. As for the true school, of course it is even less likely to appear——
What does that say? Knowledge is nourishment for all mankind...but on this continent, apparently most people are malnourished.
Even the big businessmen will not spend too much money to learn things that have nothing to do with them, and the rulers...those sergeants, barons or viscounts will not care about the people living in their territories.
Are you illiterate? In fact, even some "well-informed" low-ranking nobles can only recognize the simple words in the edicts and can write legible letters, which are the letters he uses.
They are just a few of the signatures, so if the situation allows, they would like to kick those guys who dare to promote such things as 'civilization', 'freedom' or even equality for all from this continent and let them float in the middle of the sea.
It's better to live in peace - civilians are just tools, movable property, and livestock that dig out copper coins from the land. If they are all literate, then where should these rulers put themselves?
Or the being who threw Edward's soul into this world still thought about it a little bit - at least Poplar Town is a place where adventurers gather.
Most adventurers can read and write, or at least be able to write their own names... After all, doing this job often requires you to sign a contract with your own name. And there are also some down-and-out nobles or unqualified people among them.
Wizard... Edward's continental lingua franca with the accent of the Polish Forl nobles was learned from a swordsman who was once the concubine of an earl.
But magic is completely different.
You must know that this is not a simple knowledge, but an existence that can be used as a weapon, especially when this existence may be transformed into weapons of mass destruction... Naturally, strict hierarchical control is indispensable.
, magicians will be subject to a strict registration system. Even if it is somewhat difficult to limit their freedom, at least most low-level magicians are registered in countries where they often operate...
It is even more difficult to learn the most mysterious knowledge in the world. The kingdom's magic academy can give civilians and even slaves a chance, but this does not mean that it has the magnanimity to accommodate all people who are interested in entering this mysterious world... extraordinary talents
Or a strong background. Only with one of the two can you keep that gorgeous door open.
That might be the similarity between this world and the plane he originally knew.
Entering a magic academy requires money, and even requires a lot of money that ordinary people cannot imagine... In the eyes of ordinary people, a few hundred gold coins are already wealth that can survive for years or even decades, but in the hands of a magician, it may only be lost in the next moment.
Materials that will turn into ashes may not have the effect they want, and if they are serious about it, thousands of gold coins are just a magic and an insignificant part of the experiment.
Therefore, the tuition fees they set are also unimaginably high.
Three thousand gold coins...this is the price for crossing that threshold.
However, after ten years of hard work, Edward has gradually approached that threshold.
One hundred and thirty-three platinum coins... This is Edward's hidden gold stored in a secret location. And the two pieces of magic equipment on his body can also be exchanged for almost the same value... As long as this time
After the adventure is over, he can embark on the journey to the capital as he wishes. This year's registration period still has three months, so he has enough time.
Of course, the adventure will definitely end, but in this wild jungle, it often does not end in the predetermined way.
For example, the death of most people, including employers...
His eyes swept across the small tent under the tree in the distance. The young man twitched the corners of his mouth and narrowed his eyes very narrowly.
…
When a touch of blue painted the small sky overhead, four or five bonfires were lit, and the surrounding area was dyed with an orange-yellow halo. Although there are too many people in the Whispering Forest who are not afraid of flames, and may even be
Light attracts dangerous things, but human beings still need light - even if you just look at this warm-toned light from a distance, it is enough to give people a touch of spiritual warmth.
The mercenaries had quickly set up the tents, and then sat together around the campfire as usual, sharing the spoils, or summarizing the experience or mistakes of the day's battle.
The journey along the way was quite smooth... because this team was almost composed of the most powerful cave bears near Baiyang Town.
Three days was not a short time. Although trekking in the jungle, it was destined to be impossible to cover a very long distance quickly, but after all, it had at least advanced nearly sixty miles. This usually unimaginable speed came from that person.
Guidance and help from several employers.
Along the way, they encountered several goblin lairs and killed several nests of jungle monitor lizards. Although the relics of the predecessors collected in the goblin lairs were all badly damaged and crude objects, those few monitor lizards alone
A whole piece of bast that is no worse than wrought iron is enough, but the adventurers feel happy...
And just a few hourglasses ago, the team discovered several scattered corpses that had been dead for who knows how many years. There were actually some uncollected trophies scattered beside the corpses - those who could penetrate deep into the Whispering Forest were definitely top-notch ones.
Strong. From some magic ornaments, weapons and staffs on the corpse, we can see that it should be a well-organized and indeed strong team. Maybe they were still famous people when they were alive. Unfortunately, here, these people are burdened with many
The heroes of stories and legends always die as silently as rats in the gutter.
However, the things obtained from these corpses are quite rich, including a bag of raw ore, two pieces of magic leather armor, and some small magic equipment such as wrist guards and boots. It is not top-notch stuff, but it is still a pretty good thing.
The most important thing is that there are two well-preserved magic scrolls. They are the most sought-after goodies in the Whispering Forest.
The harvest made this period joyful. Although there was no wine to add to the fun, several people still sang mercenary songs in a low voice, bragging to each other about their bravery and showing off their trophies.
"You're just out of luck!" A short and stocky warrior said loudly next to a fire.
One of his companions showed off a piece of lizard skin, which made him a little jealous, so he pulled out his weapon from behind: "What's your shabby skin? It can never withstand my sword!" He shouted: "Look!
Look! This magic weapon cost me more than sixty gold coins!"
The weapon in his hand is less than three feet long. It looks a bit like a broad-edged sword, but it has only one edge. It is said to be a round moon sword, but it is not curved... and the back of the weapon is not curved...
The thickness makes it look like a deformed axe. Circles of tiny grooves outline strange patterns on the spine of the sword... What's even more weird is that there is a hole on the tip of the weapon.
A large metal ring with the same etched pattern was attached to it, which vibrated slightly as he slapped it, making a low buzzing sound from the friction.
So the mercenaries started to make noises, they laughed, screamed, and encouraged them to compete.
However, before the competition started, it was cut off by a cold voice.
"You said this is a magic weapon?"
The paladin appeared behind them at some point, his eyes flickered, and he glanced at the warrior and his weapon unceremoniously. His voice seemed a little colder: "Then do you know what magic is attached to it?"
"There are blessings from the mysterious gods on it." The warrior was stunned. The tone of the other party's question was unpleasant, but this paladin was their employer, and his ability was obvious to all, so he did not express any dissatisfaction in the end.
"You were deceived. This is not a magic weapon."
"Huh? Cheating? No, sir, you probably don't know that Old York Blacksmith never cheats its customers..." The soldier obviously did not expect this result, but he still subconsciously argued: "Although I don't know what kind of magic blessing is.
…In short, it has a very useful addition, and it is very easy to use.”
"There is neither magical aura nor fluctuation of magic power... That kind of boring trick can only deceive people like you who know nothing about magic, right?"
The paladin interrupted him unceremoniously. He held his hand on the hilt of the sword, and his eyes sparkled in the gaps in his helmet. "It's not just that there are some weird lines etched on it, it's a magic weapon, and six
You cannot buy magic weapons with ten gold coins. Unfortunately, you may think that he has some magical powers, but that is just an illusion of yours."
He turned to leave, but stopped at the next moment and looked back: "Wait...you mean, Old York Blacksmith Shop?"
"Yes, in Poplar Town, there is only Old York's blacksmith shop, and only Captain Edward can sell these magic weapons..."
…
Edward's tent was set up in the outermost circle of the camp.
Although he can name most of the adventurers in this operation, and at least half of them are familiar with him. It is not difficult to join a certain gang, but he chose this place.
Under a lonely oak tree, far away from the center of the camp.
There is naturally a reason for choosing this place... The dense canopy of the big tree and the root system extending out of the soil are enough to shield the cold wind. Not far behind the tree, there is a steep slope formed by a small fault, but there are not many tall plants, because
It is good for vigilance. It is usually not chosen as the direction of attack, and it is not difficult to escape. In times of crisis, just slide down slightly to obtain considerable speed and necessary cover.
Every time he entered the jungle, Edward would choose a place like this. This was also the reason why he went in and out of the Whispering Forest several times when he was in his early tenth year, but in the end he was safe and sound.
Although Edward does not necessarily participate in the vigil, if there is any danger approaching, he will definitely be the first to be alert - most of the experienced cave bears also know the young man's habits, so they rarely disturb him.
However, at this moment, an uninvited guest came to the young man's campfire.
"Well, little brother Edward, you are really a good guy... Haha, haha, there are not many people like you among humans. I, Baroque Yeyu, like you very much."
The firelight outlined a red edge on his short body, as if the dark red beard was like a ball of fire. A smile emerged from under the beard of the dwarf who called himself Baroque Yeyu, but his eyes were
Nailed directly on the metal box in the hunter's hand. Obviously what he meant by 'like' did not necessarily refer to Edward.
The other person's expression and the constant rubbing of the big wooden cup in his hand made Edward a little funny. However, he still unscrewed the cork and gave the uninvited guest a cup.
He doesn't like drinking, and he only brings strong liquor to ward off the cold and provide first aid... But he doesn't mind using it to make a friend - after all, it is rumored that these sons of the mountains have more than just strong fighting power.
Moreover, their eyes have long been accustomed to moving in dark tunnels. Therefore, in such a forest where light is difficult to penetrate, they are definitely the most suitable partners.
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