Facts have proved that there is no strict organization in the magic academy, and there is no so-called top and bottom. Therefore, the organizational model of 'talking at the top and breaking legs at the bottom' that someone's memory is accustomed to has no way to do it here.
See.
The person responsible for receiving Edward was a gray-haired old mage - if he had been burying his head in a parchment and answering with hums, it could be considered a reception.
The tall hall was wide enough to generate echoes, but it wasn't until the head apprentice patiently repeated his purpose three times that he raised his cloudy pupils and barely took them into sight... and then quickly buried them in the pages of the book again. If
If he hadn't made a sound next, Edward might have thought that this old guy's brain had shrunk into orange peel like his face, unable to think.
"Huh? Build a magic circle? Is this an order from Dean Alchemy? Is there an order book? No? Then what's the use of telling me this?" The old guy shook his head and said: "Okay, I think what he means is
, he thinks that we people are more free now? That’s okay, but let me make it clear first that we will bring our own materials for setting up the magic circle. In addition, we need part of the corresponding remuneration.”
Throwing a piece of paper casually, he continued: "As for what it is... Well, let me see, I can't tell at this time, and we don't have much free time now. It will take at least three days to find the five people."
Let me give it to you, how big is your territory? Forget it, no matter how big it is. The central array is almost the same, you just have to prepare the things here, but the reward is separate."
"The third generation product in the form of Karan Sarelan? This one won't work."
Edward glanced at the parchment thrown over by the other party. Then he frowned. He had a lot of drawings of defensive formations that he had obtained from Albert. Although after studying for a few days, he also
He didn't understand even one ten thousandth of the content, but what the old dwarf gave him was not hidden at all. At least, he understood the advantages and disadvantages of the current mainstream defensive array.
As for the Karanshalelan form - well, this formation has a history of at least several hundred years. Previously, the ancient city of Haiman used this form of defensive formation. The advantage is that it is solid and stable.
, difficult to completely destroy. And the material requirements are not high, but the disadvantage is that it interferes too much. If you want to build some magic facilities inside, such as a teleportation circle, it will be extremely difficult to do so.
The defensive circle in front of us is already an improved product, but it still inherits this shortcoming, so Edward will never be stupid enough to spend money to build it.
"Huh?" The old mage finally raised his head, surprised by the young man's pickiness and his precise eye for understanding the form of the magic circle just by looking at the materials; but then, the wrinkles on his face turned into a trick.
He was displeased, and his words were even more sharp and terrifying: "What's wrong? Who do you think you are? I only provide this kind of thing here."
"The Conjuration Tower of the Magic Academy can only create the defensive magic circle that was invented hundreds of years ago? And there is only one kind?"
The perfunctory and procrastinating attitude and the talk of relying on the old finally succeeded in exhausting the last bit of patience of the psychic. With a sneer, he spoke unhurriedly: "This reserve of knowledge is really rich, and the time for improvement is really long. Of course, for
Understanding and respecting the knowledge of predecessors...I wonder what Dean Hawking would think? Should he award some medals?"
"Who does a brat like you want to use his... dean's name to oppress?" The ruthless revelation, especially the name in it, was like a sharp thorn poking into the soft place, so the old mage seemed to
He jumped up like a grumpy rabbit, with flames rising in his hands: "Get out! Or I'll teach you what politeness is!"….
There were golden and silver threads on his black robe, and a purple shadow orchid badge shimmered, confirming his identity as a high-level mage - at this level, even in front of His Majesty the King, he can act arbitrarily...
However, the picky junior in front of him was not in the mood to fulfill his tyranny.
After all, there is only one petal of the purple shadow orchid on the badge, which indicates that he is just a prostrate man who has just stepped into the high-level threshold. Although there are many brilliant mages who don't care about this boring evaluation at all, Edward knows
That kind of person rarely wears a badge, let alone wipes it spotlessly like this guy.
So as soon as his words ended, a sharp and cold touch of coldness pierced his white-haired head, and the old man made a strange sound in his throat, his eyes rolled upward, and the fire in his hand exploded.
The force of the opening pushed him back into the chair, and the sound of his long inhalation was like the howling of a dying bird.
Edward shook his head.
In reality, he has seen many such people, and has no hope of going any further in his life, so he cherishes what he has already received so much... There is nothing wrong with this, it is human nature - but if he becomes full of resentment, gives up on himself, or even
If you rely on your old age and act like your old age, and hate everything, then this kind of thing is destined to be a ridiculed waste.
"What's wrong? What happened here?"
A calm yet dignified voice sounded, and then the person in charge from a higher level appeared.
His figure was hidden in a bright red robe, which was particularly eye-catching, but perhaps because the robe was too eye-catching, no one noticed the half face under the shadow of the hood - very ordinary
, the bridge of the nose is neither high nor low, the eyes are neither big nor small, the face is neither fat nor thin, except for the deep gray pupils due to study, it is also in line with people's consistent understanding of the mage. The rest is the ability to hide in three seconds.
An ordinary appearance that fits into the crowd.
"I don't know, maybe this mage is too excited and not in good health." Edward's eyes glanced at a three-petal shadow orchid on his robe, and he bowed slightly, with an innocent look on his face.
"Vice-dean, he... ahem, this kid wants to build a defensive circle, but..." The old man seemed to finally wake up at this time and hurriedly tried to explain something. However, the latter just waved his hand to stop him from speaking.
He glanced at Edward. Then unexpectedly, he revealed his identity as soon as he opened his mouth:
"A master apprentice...Azalie's badge, oh, oh. Are you that Edward? Vincent?"
"Yes." Edward lowered his head slightly to show respect... But the real reason was that when he met this person's eyes, he felt inexplicably panicked.
The other party didn't seem to notice his emotions and was just minding his own business.
"Well, building a defensive array, since it's you, it doesn't violate the confidentiality regulations. We can provide some manpower. But, what do you use as reward?"
Of course the reward cannot be coins... In the world of magic, the value of general equivalents is actually limited. Some magic items, materials, or books cannot be bought with a lot of money - in the eyes of a wizard, no matter it is gold
Platinum is just some ordinary metal. They even gave up using money and directly traded with magic items.
"I do have a bottle of dragon's blood here. I wonder if it's enough for an adult dragon as a reward?" Edward cunningly lowered his price - since he has controlled the situation, it is impossible not to take advantage of it.
"A bottle... of the dragon's blood is indeed a good thing. However, one bottle seems to be a little too little." The red-robed mage's eyes flashed and he showed a playful smile: "Well, gather the magic circle.
The material is not easy...Okay. Old Yang, just take your group."….
Edward was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect the other party to be so 'cooperative'.
But... that old guy with a gloomy face almost looked like he was cooperating. Especially after he rang a small bell, the several old guys who came out of their respective rooms looked exactly the same.
The face of bitterness and hatred made the psychic warlock couldn't help but reach out and touch his forehead.
"Okay, as for what else is needed, just discuss it with Edward, but he is the employer, so you'd better respect his opinion." The other party warned meaningfully, and then disappeared.
"Besides, the Mixed-blood Association has its own affairs. It's impossible to invest all the funds here... The only one who can inject money here now is my father." The little girl curled her lips: "The Chamber of Commerce last time
But I suffered a lot of losses. Money is a trivial matter, but the key is making trouble.
After a while, many human helpers and shopkeepers began to quarrel because they were afraid of death. Although their salaries were increased, some of them still quit. The number of half-elf apprentices was not enough, and many things were affected.
A skilled shopkeeper is not only a helper, but also a source of goods. Damn it..."
"The aftermath of the previous evil ritual has not completely dissipated. There are still many lizardmen wandering in the river, so many merchants have changed their routes to land... But the kobold bandits and thieves who originally did not wander near the official road
The number of goblins has also increased greatly, and many people have even taken advantage of the situation to rob and form numerous small gangs, so we can try to make some plans in this regard."
"Bodyguard job? But now basically no one is willing to pay to hire us. What's more, protecting a caravan is usually a long-term job. It is impossible to get funds quickly, and we are not suitable for leaving for a long time. In addition,
It's just..." Sameli frowned. In fact, he had also heard about the recent chaos in public security nearby, but he couldn't seem to find any suitable business opportunities there.
"Ah, I'm not interested in asking you to be bodyguards. That would be too time-consuming and the returns are very low. Well... Let's put it this way, doesn't the elf have a proverb, if it cannot be purified, then it is blasphemy..."
"This... please forgive me, Mr. Edward. This is not an elf proverb but a drow proverb..." The half-elf archer frowned, but the next moment he seemed to understand what the other party meant: "You mean... let's go and destroy it."
Bandits? But we have to deal with Romanti's city defense troops. Without their proof, we probably won't get any reward."
Edward couldn't help but shook his head. Although this half-elf's martial arts were good, his brains were really not strong enough - or it should be said that their thinking was severely constrained, and there was no such thing as benefiting themselves at the expense of others.
"Since our troops lack actual combat experience, let's go to fight and gain rich actual combat experience. Moreover, we also have accurate intelligence sources. This is something that the bandits cannot match. If you can rob, we can do the same. So,
We are the ones who benefit the most.”
"Going to rob? But...Mr. Edward, according to this...goddess's teachings, we should pursue kindness, how can we..." The half-elf almost screamed.
"Yes, pursuing kindness... fighting evil is also one of the manifestations of kindness." Edward shook his hand: "We are not robbing merchants, we are just killing gangsters and monsters. Even paladins often do this kind of thing.
, As for whether we can get rewards from the city defense army, we are not pursuing those things in the first place. It is the most noble to do good deeds without leaving a name."
Of course I won't leave my name... It would be troublesome if I did. Being gangster has nothing to do with being noble. However, anyway, Edward is responsible for squeezing the intelligence from the heads of those gangsters and randomly selecting some of the more promising ones.
Of course this guy is not a problem...
Robbery and robberies are something that Edward is familiar with. When he first became the garrison captain of Baiyang Town, there were five or six large human gangs around him, but within a year he had already set a trap for him.
After destroying everything, Black Crow Baccarat delayed it for a while because of its large scale, but in the end he still couldn't withstand his many temptations. If Elena hadn't disrupted the situation in the end, it would have been almost a situation where everyone was wiped out.
Therefore, he may not be an expert on the weaknesses of these guys, but he can be said to have a good understanding of them.
Generally speaking, the combat power of bandits varies. Sometimes they are just tenant farmers who have no way to survive and have to leave the grass. But sometimes, down-and-out mercenaries and adventurers will occasionally hunt for wild food... Being able to do this in Romandy
Most of the people wandering around the large cities are naturally the latter - the farmers here belong to some farms of the nobles in the capital, and even if they are disturbed, they will not be immediately impoverished to that extent.
But for this bandit group whose mercenaries have fallen into disarray, mobility is the biggest advantage, so large-scale encirclement and suppression by local guards often does not have much effect, but they are often relatively loose in containing their subordinates. For the current
For Edward, it wasn't a problem to bury a few nails.
In fact, the martial arts of these subordinates now belonging to Edward are pretty good - half-elves lack strong warriors, elves are good at dexterity but weak in strength, their bodies are not as strong as humans, and their martial arts training is all about lightness and agility.
,
However, after all, they have inherited the bloodline of elves, have excellent eyesight, and are definitely quite talented in using bows and arrows. If they are dealing with a small group of bandits, the outcome is often decided before the opponent gets close.
However, these things are simple to say, but in practice, they are complicated. It took him three days to barely test out the preliminary prototype of the paper. Fortunately, he had some magic assistance.
, otherwise, just breaking the wood into pulp would be quite troublesome.
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