Why is the high-sequence information for the Spellbreaker path missing?
Griffith looked through the other chapters.
Spellcasters, paladins, assassins, demon hunters... almost all extraordinary characteristics known to be absorbed by humans have the possibility of being promoted to Sequence 4. Although the knowledge and conditions for high-sequence promotion will not be written in the book, but only
There are no high-sequence clues for Spellbreaker.
"What happened in the First Era?" Griffith asked Sauron standing aside.
"Hmm, ah?" Sauron was stroking the apprentice knight's sword. It took him a while to react, "That is taboo history. No one knows about it. Do not explore it."
Well~ wasn't it something that happened more than a thousand years ago? Maybe there are still a few elves from that era still alive. Griffith regretfully continued to flip through the book.
According to the general knowledge of occult science, Sequence 9 to Sequence 7 are called Extraordinary. Life forms that are more advanced than them are also collectively called Extraordinary, but for the sake of distinction, they will be honored as "Extraordinary" on certain occasions.
Beings who have reached this level will be far superior to extraordinary people in their understanding and use of mysterious power.
Griffith's commander in the army, Valkyrie, is said to have broken through the bottleneck of Sequence 7. She is only a few years older than the trainee knight. Other extraordinary beings of the same rank are also famous figures. Homon
It is said that one of the conditions for Watts’ appointment as a formal professor is to be promoted to Sequence 6.
The most powerful and mysterious among the extraordinary ones are Sequence 4, who control almost demigod mysterious power. Their number is very small, and even their names are not known to the public.
Speaking of which, the promotion and characteristics of extraordinary people are important research directions in occult science. Every year, many crazy researchers die in failed experiments, and even become monsters and real madmen more tragically than death.
The illustrations in the book record the twisted and chaotic figures of some poor people. As an extraordinary person, Griffith felt shuddered just after looking at these squirming and curling shadows for a while, and he quickly turned the page.
Wait, this is wrong!
Since there are so many people who are not afraid of death and are willing to devote themselves to the occult, um, volunteers, why is my promotion path still unclear? Even if I use my life to pile up the results, it should be piled up!
Since leaving the army, things he couldn't figure out came one after another. Looking back on each of these problems, Griffith felt that the mythical creature Behemoth he encountered not long ago was not that amazing. If he encountered it again now, he would
Definitely not as panicked as before.
The occult is so fascinating!
Unknowingly, the morning light had passed through the glass and sprinkled on the table. Griffith woke up, hurriedly said goodbye to the kind Mr. Solon, and hurried back to his room.
As Shutoral, he still doesn't know what kind of work and challenges he will have every day, so he must seize the time to take a rest.
…
During lunch, Mr. Heinz, who serves as the director of reserve armored cavalry training, once again came to Count Larmore's house and discussed some parliamentary proposals with the count. After the meeting, the director summoned his students,
Let's see if he survives the first meal in the nobleman's house.
"I heard that you made an impressive speech and ate all the dishes without any common sense? You're a loser!" Director Heinz said quickly, completely ignoring the surprised Griffith.
, "No need to be surprised, there are no secrets in this place. What happened last night has already reached my ears."
"If possible, I hope they can allow me to go to a street restaurant for dinner for twenty sous." Griffith muttered to the flag captain, "The rules here are overwhelming, and dinner is better than Attacking the orc group still makes me nervous."
"Tsk, twenty sous, why do you want to eat so much?" the flag captain said with half anger and half smile: "Those who want to enter the higher education institute as Shutoral are queuing up! Several judges and scholars have been lining up over the years. I have been serving the Earl diligently, just so that their young descendants can have opportunities like you..."
At this moment, there was a slight noise. Nolan and Miss Sonia appeared at the door of the library. The brother held a lot of magic and potions books in his hand, as if he was preparing a reference for his sister's admission. The look of a book.
"Hello, Your Excellency, Flag Captain," the eldest son of the earl greeted the two with a smile. The earl's daughter beside him gently raised his skirt to the two people who hurriedly saluted, and took down a bookshelf without giving them a chance to speak. The books on the table left quickly.
"Well, this boy has quite a lot of self-esteem. Maybe he won't mess up my plan!" Sonia walked out of the study lightly, feeling that her mood was much better, "It's just that he ate more."
Did you hear me... The two people who were chatting just now were a little embarrassed. Director Heinz looked like he was being rude, and left after chatting for a few words, leaving Griffith and the earl's eldest son staring at each other. .
"Good afternoon, trainee knight," Nolan's face was a little pale as last night, and his eyes were dark like a bear in the mountains of the East. He looked like he stayed up very late last night. He pointed with a smile. Pointing to the seat opposite him, he motioned for Griffith to sit there.
"I wanted to ask you last night, how does it feel to chop off your head with a swing of a long sword?" Nolan asked thoughtfully, "Do you enjoy this feeling?"
"..." Griffith, who had just obtained the life of Bayerland, was speechless.
"Are you satisfied with this world?"
"I haven't thought about this problem," Griffith shook his head.
"We have potatoes, corn, sweet potatoes, and various high-yielding crops that can feed tens of millions of people and countless livestock. We also have flax, silk, rubber, iron ore and rare gold, which make our lives better than those of trees. The curly-haired baboon on the bed is decent." Nolan smiled and looked into the eyes of the trainee knight he had just met, and asked a question he had never thought of, "Mr. trainee knight, don't you think this world is too beautiful? It's so beautiful. Just right.”
"As a soldier with many broken bones on the battlefield, I'm afraid I can't say that the world is that beautiful," Griffith replied, "but I can understand what you mean. The world offers so much richness and variety. Materials, if there were no war, humans and other races would live in a world like the Kingdom of God."
"Yes, that's what it means. We enjoy this wonderful world and take many things for granted, just like the canary in the birdcage." Nolan grabbed a fragrant pear and took a big bite, " Join me tonight for the ball of Duke Meyer, the king's favorite, and I will show you what the center of the world is like."
…
In the evening, a restrained and noble carriage carried Nolan and Griffith to Duke Meyer's mansion. Although they have experienced the luxury and beauty of the Earl's Palace, Duke Meyer's mansion is exquisite down to every stone. Even the trainee knights were stunned.
Fine white sand stretches from the main entrance to the grand front hall, and the carriage makes a pleasant rustling sound when passing by. Rare plants from all over the world are cleverly placed throughout the courtyard, and flower pots are carefully buried in the ground.
Show some traces.
"Look, this is the new pearl of Beyeland."
"Miss Lavelle is the most dazzling in the spring, as of today. Look at her expression when she takes second place, how strange it is."
"This smile that is priceless, oh, by the gods..."
Many guests gathered in the hall. When Griffith walked past them, he saw their eyes sparkling, and their expressions of intoxication and admiration almost overflowed.
"What are they talking about?" Griffith asked softly.
Nolan looked at him with a strange expression.
"My sister."
In the center of the dance floor, Miss Sonia de La Mole, who had just turned sixteen, was formally introduced to Bayerland society.
Griffith's eyes squeezed through the layers of people, and when he saw the blond girl, he seemed to see the morning sun blooming in the mist, and the magnificent crystal chandeliers of the Duke's Palace lost their light.
The girl wears a long dress inlaid with star-like crystals, revealing her fair and round shoulders. Her tall figure is charming and a bit shy when dancing. She does not need to speak, her blue eyes can express her heart, and
From time to time you lower your head, as if to say how obedient and sweet you will be if you are my sweetheart.
…
"Griffith Brandon, apprentice knight," while Griffith was enjoying the wonderful scenery, a footman came over and whispered in his ear, "A lady invites you to rest on the second floor.
room."
Griffith, who didn't know what was going on, was taken to the second floor obediently. Several maids were busy announcing his arrival in a hurry.
"Griffith~" A voice as clear and sweet as a mountain spring caught the trainee knight's mind, allowing him to see a familiar figure.
There is a pair of beautiful pointed ears in the waterfall-like smooth black hair.
"Does it look good?" Galadia, who hadn't seen her for a few days, took off her ranger armor and cloak, and was waving to him in a long dress with open shoulders, "My companion has been called away, can you wait a moment?"
Will you stay with me for a little while?"
Of course! Need to ask? When the elf girl stood up, Griffith was almost in a daze.
The extremely well-cut long skirt outlines tall and perfect curves, and the exquisite decoration and embellishment keep the curves from being degrading. There is happiness and vitality that cannot be concealed in her smart eyes.
"Do you think I should put my hair up?" Galadia turned around in front of the tall mirror.
"That's... very good." Griffith struggled to say two words. Even charging with a lance was not so tiring.
"Hmph~" The corners of the elf girl's mouth raised slightly, and her chin raised slightly, "It's my fault. I shouldn't embarrass the soldier who is participating in the dance for the first time. Can you dance?"
What? Are you serious!?
Griffith felt that his heart was about to beat out.
"If I was holding two swords and jumping into a group of orcs to dance wildly, I would still do well, but I have only tried dancing six times."
"Oh my god! Six times! So many!" Galadia covered her mouth in surprise, "Did you really fight well to protect your home and country?!"
"Every time we win a big battle, we will get together to celebrate." Griffith raised his arm and let his elf dance partner, whom he had not seen for a few days, hold his arm. "There is a trainee nun from the Holy Light Church who is very good at music. She
Taught me some."
Novice Sister Krista... Dancing with her is the greatest post-war reward for many novice knights.
Griffith's tone and expression dimmed a bit with the memory.
"Oh~" Galadia tilted her head, shut her mouth obediently, and slowly walked towards the hall with Griffith, "I won't ask anymore."
"Um……"
The two walked in silence for a few steps, and the atmosphere in the quiet corridor became extremely awkward. Finally, Galadia couldn't help it any longer, and approached the trainee knight's shoulder and asked quietly:
"Did she dump you!? Or did she reject you? Tell me!"