The midsummer wind blew through the small pavilion, and Ryan began to think about Morgiana's proposal.
The Fairy of the Lake gave Morgiana a unique method of training griffins. This domestication method can give griffins magical abilities, just like Francois's pure-blood elf Pegasus can condense energy and spit out white light.
As long as this little griffon is tamed according to the method of the Lake Fairy, fed with the power of the Lake Fairy and supplemented by Ryan's psychic power, it can become a powerful griffin capable of using magic attacks.
This was the gift given to him by the Fairy of the Lake. It would take a lot of divine power for Lilith to tame this magical creature, but for a knight, a good mount is worth paying any price. When Ryan saw this, he did not hesitate too much. He immediately
Nodding: "Then please."
"Well, the lady has arranged everything." Morgiana took out a gem containing powerful divine power from her arms. This was something given to her by the fairy in the lake to accelerate the growth of the little griffon and help it awaken.
Magical abilities.
Ryan smiled and nodded. He picked up the little griffon and stuffed the delicious venison into the little griffon's mouth. The little griffon screamed and ate the venison in a few mouthfuls. The little guy was in Ryan's arms.
He pecked him on the face, then flapped his wings and flew to the pavilion again.
"It has mastered the ability to fly very well." Teresa only felt that the way Morgiana looked at her was strange and unfriendly. The sorceress couldn't stand it anymore, so she found an excuse to come out of the pavilion.
, walked to Ryan's side.
The summer sorceress is wearing a classic printed skirt with aqua rue, ink and osmanthus. The skirt only reaches her knees. She has a white rose pinned to her long shimmering black hair. She is charming, full of summer style and tender.
Bai's long legs were fully exposed. She wore white soft low sandals on her beautiful feet. Her toes painted with red cardamom nail polish were particularly attractive. She walked to Ryan: "By the way, the location of my wizard tower has been selected."
The choice has been made.”
"Where did you choose?" Ryan took a half-blood elf war horse and carefully took care of the horse's mane.
"I chose a valley in the Chalon Forest, not far from your brother's forest hut. The environment there is very good and quiet." Teresa's face was full of resentment: "I plan to start at your wedding.
We laid the foundation first, and the dwarves have already taken over the business and are ready to start construction."
"It's a good place, it's very safe." Ryan nodded repeatedly. Teresa did know how to choose a place. He was relieved where the sorceress's wizard tower was built. Just as he was about to say something, his war horse Grape stuck out his tongue at Ryan.
He licked his face, making his face covered with saliva.
"Putao! What do you think is wrong? You have to be a licking dog!" Ryan couldn't say any more for a moment. He frowned and backed away. Putao screamed happily several times when he saw his embarrassed look.
"Hahahaha~" Teresa and Morgiana couldn't stop laughing when they saw Ryan's embarrassed appearance. The sorceress took out a towel to help Ryan wipe his face: "This is Putao's friendly expression to you."
This guy Grape gives Ryan a headache. This pure-blooded elf war horse is originally very arrogant. After joining Ryan, it becomes even more arrogant (I am also a war horse ridden by the God's Chosen Champion). When his temper gets angry, he will directly kick people with his legs.
, many serfs were often kicked out several meters on the spot while serving "Master Grape". Grape had some sense of propriety and knew that he was one of Lane's men, so he would not usually kick him to death, but the serfs also had to lie down in bed to rest.
Several days.
I heard that the sergeants and knights' retinues in the castle were secretly betting on who would be the next groom to be kicked by grapes.
As a result, when Sulia arrived, Putao got Sulia's pure-blood elf mare named Richter pregnant, making both Ryan and Sulia dumbfounded.
Ryan had no choice but to ask the wood elves for help, asking them to help him breed elf war horses.
It is not without reason to ask for help from the wood elves. When the second generation Knight King Lewis and the wood elves negotiated peace, the wood elves would provide the Brittanians with answers to the breeding of elven war horses.
The effect of the wood elves' action was indeed outstanding. In just one year, Grape's family was full of children and the stables were almost filled.
Mixed-blood elf war horses are lagging behind pure-blood elf war horses in terms of explosive power, endurance, negative gravity, and intelligence. The earliest batch of pure-blood elf war horses were captured when the Bretons crossed the Gray Mountains. These pure-blood elf war horses
Because the war horses were abandoned by the retreating elves, they were breeding freely on this land and became captured by the Brittany.
After the founding of Britannia, the "ban on the export of pure-blood elf war horses" was added to the national policy, and it has not been changed to this day. Ryan only sold a few mixed-blood elf war horses and benefited greatly.
The Earl of Glamorgan wiped his face clean, took the reins of a mixed elf war horse and handed it to the sorceress: "I give it to you, dear Theresa, and it will be your mount from now on."
This is a brown mixed-blood elf war horse that is almost two meters tall. It has not yet fully grown up, but it already looks very tall and majestic. It has a very strong mane and a white spot on its forehead.
"Only me?" Teresa took the reins without hesitation and admired her new mount.
"I'll give it to you first, I think you need it the most." Ryan didn't finish his words. He put down the towel and said, "If you have any questions, just ask me... By the way, is there no problem with the project funds for the Wizard Tower? Do you want me to lend you some?"
"
"You loaned it to me? Then how do I pay it back?" Teresa rolled her eyes at Ryan: "Don't worry, I raised a little by myself, my mother gave me a little, and finally I borrowed some from the Garland Council, Veronica
He also extended a helping hand to me.”
"Veronica?! She will actually help you!" Ryan was surprised at this moment and stopped what he was doing: "It's unbelievable."
"Oh, this is what we did before, you don't need to know." Theresa said angrily: "You should continue to prepare for your marriage to Marquis Sulia."
Ryan nodded awkwardly. He knew why Theresa was willing to abandon the great prospects in Gloria and come to build a wizard tower in her own territory: "Sorry, if you need anything, just tell me and I will arrange for someone to help you.
"
"I have money and people, but I don't need much. By the way, I plan to take Emma to Bordeaux to buy some things. Are you free to come with me?" Theresa looked up at Ryan, with a silver
His eyes were full of anticipation.
"Today?" Emma is Theresa's new apprentice. There are many witch apprentices in Lane's territory, and the residents are not surprised.
"Yes, just for today." Seeing that Ryan's tone had softened, Teresa continued: "We'll ride over there today, stay there for one night, and ride back tomorrow. It won't take much time."
"Hmm~" This request is normal, because if you take Ryan with you, you can get 20% off in all stores (Knight of the Holy Grail special offer). Ryan began to think about what he had to do today and whether he could go with Teresa.
"Miss Trovik, I think you don't have that much time to go shopping in Bordeaux!" A cold voice roughly interrupted the chat between the two.
Morgiana, who was wearing a lily pleated petticoat with slanted shoulders, came over at some point. The Lake God Witch, who was wearing a golden flower crown and her bare feet, slowly approached with a look of anger and impatience on her beautiful face: "You're so tall
Your study of Gothic is not enough. In the rest of the day, you must quickly master the sixth and tenth battles of Arthur's twelve founding battles, and retell them to me in High Gothic before sunset."
"Your Highness Morgiana, but isn't today's class already..." Teresa felt very strange, and she immediately defended subconsciously: "...isn't it already over?"
"Since you are learning High Gothic from me, I have the final say on the course. Obviously, Miss Trovik, you have not met the expected requirements, so please spend more time!" Morgiana scolded the sorceress in a sullen tone.
How nice it sounds.
After saying that, Morgiana glared at Ryan who wanted to help, and the Earl had no choice but to shut up. In this country, Morgiana's authority is unquestionable.
"Follow me! Miss Trowick." Morgiana motioned to Teresa to return to the pavilion, and the break was over.
"Yes, Your Highness Morgiana."
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While Morgiana was instructing Teresa in the use of Gothic, Bordeleau, Bodryux, and Mannann Dockyard.
A dwarven medium-sized ironclad ship is docking at the port.
Surrounded by dozens of dwarf bearded warriors and hammer warriors, an old dwarf with a white beard stepped onto the land of Bordero.
His face was full of the weight of time and stubbornness as hard as stone, but after seeing the prosperous scene of Bordeaux Wharf, the old dwarf sighed softly: "Five hundred years have passed.
The world has definitely changed."
"Master Clark, we have arrived at Bordeaux. The humans who invited you to forge weapons are in the interior, and we still need to walk for a while." A dwarf rune craftsman with a long white beard said. This dwarf is also over 400 years old.
Although he is years old, he is as respectful as a child in front of the old dwarf.
"Well, just follow the given position and that's it." Clark the Harsh, the president of the Dwarf Rune Craftsmen Association, nodded. He carried his anvil of doom and his big hammer and walked towards the shore.
Hundreds of dwarves followed closely behind him.
"This... dwarf... sir, that... is at the port..." Duke Bodrick's wharf tax collector followed behind the dwarves with a smile and whispered: "You need to register your name and... when you disembark here.
And pay taxes…”
"Huh?" Clark-Severe stopped and glared at the tax collector.
Dozens of dwarf bearded warriors and hammer warriors all raised their weapons and looked at the tax collector.
"Uh...I mean, dwarf brothers, welcome to Bordeleau!" The tax official immediately stood up straight and said loudly: "I hope you have a good time here!"
"Humph~" Clark-Harsh could barely understand what this human was saying, he nodded and walked away.
"President! Look over there!" The dwarf and his party had just taken a few steps, when a rune craftsman pointed to the coast and said, "That's it?"
A giant ship appeared on the horizon. This giant ship was about 130 meters long and 234 meters wide. The flag of the High Elf Kingdom of Savri was painted on the ship's giant sail, with a phoenix on it.
Flying along this giant ship!
"It's pointy ears! That's the ocean-going ship of the high elves! It's so unlucky, why did I encounter these pointy ears just after I came down the mountain?!" Clark-Severe said it was unlucky, but stopped.
The dwarves stopped when they saw this.
The high elves' ocean-going giant ship travels very fast. It only took more than ten minutes from the appearance of this giant ship to the time it docked. The approach of this ocean-going giant ship "squeezed out" many merchant ships that were about to dock.
It docked at the Mannann Drydock quite imperiously.
The hatch opened, and groups of high elf troops appeared. The first ones that appeared were large groups of high elf archers wearing feather crowns and breastplates and cloth robes, and high elf spearmen wearing pointed helmets and scale skirts.
They quickly and ferociously took control of the dock and then signaled everyone to get out of the way!
As the humans on the dock were expelled, more high elf soldiers poured out of the cabin. They held large elf bows, carried cross lances and shields behind them, and wore blue and white high elf half-plate armor and armor skirts.
Elf soldiers appeared in large numbers, arranged in neat columns, and their every move was as gorgeous as flowing water, full of moving artistic sense.
Next up were the high elf elites wearing pointed red tasseled feathered helmets and red and white enchanted plate armor. They appeared last and with the strongest momentum. It is worth noting that the number of these last elites was not large. There were only a few
There are up to a hundred, but each of them has a legendary level aura, which means that these less than a hundred high elves are all legendary level powerhouses!
Each of these elites holds a giant sword! The length of these giant swords is more than one meter and two meters!
On the pier, all the humans were dumbfounded. The tax collector appointed by Bodrick, Duke of Bordeaux, turned pale and green. He simply didn’t understand what to do. Why did the army of high elves appear in Bordeaux?
Luo?!
Can I still work as a dock tax collector?
The dwarves stood in the distance and watched the excitement. The tax official could only grit his teeth and step forward and said in his poor Low Gothic: "That...Mr. High Elf?"
Dozens of high elf spearmen and archers all fixed their gazes on him. The tax officer's legs became weak with fright, and he took a few steps back: "Um...what are you doing here at Bordeleau?"
?”
"..." Several high elves looked at each other. They didn't understand what the human was talking about and simply ignored him.
The tax collector was very embarrassed. There was no way he could retreat, and he might die if he went up. He had no choice but to repeat his words loudly: "What's the matter with the high elves coming to Bordeleau?"
Luckily for him, someone understood.
"Tap~tap~tap~" The last person got off the high elf's ocean-going ship.
Wearing the Crown of Savri, holding the staff of Lilith Moon, and wearing the blue and white robe of the high elf archmage, he stepped down from the giant ship step by step. The high elf team swayed like ripples on the ocean waves.
A little, making way for him.
Obviously, he is the leader of this army.
This man walked up to the dock tax collector and spoke in proficient Low Gothic.
"I am the High Elf Savrehos, the White Tower Magister Council, the Supreme Mage Teclis... Who are you?" (To be continued)