Magic research is common, but mage apprentices are not. A mage tower can only train a single digit of mage apprentices in a year. If you are unlucky, you may even have no harvest for several years.
Master Gehrman, whose research has hit a bottleneck, is happy to summon the newly-minted mage apprentices, so that he can at least change his mind.
After his confirmation, Grete's treatment was immediately upgraded to the level of a mage apprentice.
——New magic robe.
——Single room in the mage tower.
——Paper, pens, candles, and complete sets of personal supplies.
Even the servant guarding the gate held five silver coins with a panic look on his face and wanted to return it to Gretel. The reason was that the magician's mount could have been stored in the tower and could no longer be paid...
Although he didn't ask for the money, Grete still maintained a good mood all the way. He went into the city, returned the horse to the military camp, and then returned to his home. Along the way, people kept saying hello to him:
"Little Gretel, you are back!"
"Little Gretel, with your robe...have you become a mage?"
"Little Gretel, congratulations!"
Gretel answered with a smile. It was already getting late at this time, and little lights began to light up in the wooden houses on the roadside.
Gretel walked to the door of the house and was about to turn around and take out the key to open the door. Suddenly, someone rushed over from the side alley. They bumped into each other and Gretel took half a step back and said "Ouch".
The man who rushed over also said "ouch". He retreated further than Gretel, his feet staggered, and he almost fell. Then he raised his eyebrows, his fierce look revealed, and a black fist was raised:
"you--"
He suddenly stopped and looked at Grete's robe, staring at the staff pattern on the cuff. Without saying a word, he turned around and ran away.
Gretel looked at his cuffs silently.
There are other benefits to becoming a mage apprentice. Not bad.
Grete came in humming a song. The man who hit him ran out for a long time. Seeing that no one was chasing him, he took a detour to the tavern. There was a man waiting at the back door of the tavern. His face smelled of alcohol. When he saw
When he came he asked:
"How was it? How was the fight?"
"You want to kill me! - That boy is a mage apprentice!"
"Mage's apprentice?" The drunkard was surprised: "Are you wrong? This kid has only been to the Mage Tower for a few days!"
"How could I be wrong! That boy is wearing a long robe with a wand embroidered on the cuffs. I can see it clearly!"
The drunk man pondered. The guy who hit him had already stretched out his palm, spread his fingers, and poked him directly under his eyelids:
"Give me money!"
"You want to get money without doing anything? Come back!"
"You didn't say that boy was a mage's apprentice! - If you ask for more money, I'll report it to the city guard and tell you that you paid to kill someone!"
"you!"
The two of them were ping-pong-pong. Gretel knew nothing about it. He first went to the military camp to report the news that he had become a mage's apprentice and that he would live in the mage tower permanently. He then went to the Temple of the God of War and asked about surgical instruments.
The progress of the construction.
...It's not finished yet. And, it looks like it will take ten days and a half...
"Do you want this--how long--ah..."
Gretel sighed until his lungs nearly burst out:
"But starting from tomorrow, I will live in the Mage Tower..."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I saw your mage robe, congratulations." The bald bishop laughed loudly:
"Since we have to live in the mage tower forever, let's practice the treatment process you mentioned again!"
"No - I still want to go home -"
"You will stay in the temple tonight! Early tomorrow morning, I will send a carriage to take you to the Mage Tower!"
Grete's objections were ineffective. The bald bishop stretched out his big hand, picked up the man and his mage robe, and carried him to the apse like a chicken.
Gretel was busy at the temple for half the night. The next morning, when the Ares Temple sent a carriage to take him out of the city, he fell completely asleep in the carriage and could not bear to open his eyelids.
Because of this, he didn't see two people pointing at the carriage not far from the city gate, with grim faces.
He also didn't know that that night, a middle-aged woman entered the city lord's mansion, her face full of tears, and she cried loudly:
"Roman is your son too! The temple has him in confinement, and you say you can't save him. You can't help a pariah boy who harmed him!
Are you still the lord of Heartland City? Do you still have him in your heart?"
"Don't shout so loudly. It's not nice to shout about Roman's identity." The city owner, Viscount Joan, had bags under his eyes and answered slowly:
"That boy... is a mage apprentice."
"He harmed Roman! My Roman! His hands are disabled!" The middle-aged woman became even more excited, and her charming face was roaring out of shape:
"You also said that he is from the City Guards, and that the God of War Temple values him, but does not allow me to retaliate. You have dragged him back and forth, and now he has become a mage apprentice! It was so easy for me to find someone to beat him up.
Don’t even dare to take action!”
"Did you find someone to beat him up?" City Lord Qiao An suddenly raised his eyelids:
"Idiot! Do you know why the city guards are protecting him? Why does the Temple of the God of War value him? He healed injuries that the bishop couldn't! A healer can't offend if he can!"
"But my Roman..."
The woman mourned and cried bitterly. Viscount Joan sighed, patted her arm and comforted her softly:
"If it's for Roman, you shouldn't bother that kid. - Do you know what that kid is doing recently? He is making a set of things that he says can cure Barron's hand."
"Barron's hand?" The woman stopped crying immediately. Knight Barron's bow and arrow skills were second to none in Heartland City, but he injured his hand three years ago and was unable to draw a bow. "That pariah said it can be cured?"
"The news from the God of War Temple says that it can be cured." Viscount Qiao An sighed:
"So, please be patient during this period and don't touch that kid. If Barron's hand can really be cured, I will go to the Spring Water Temple and ask them to let Roman out to treat the hand injury. No matter how strict the temple is, it can't be cured.
Do you want someone to treat your injuries?"
The woman gradually shed her tears. After thinking about it, she became a little panicked:
"What should I do if he refuses to be treated? Before, before..."
In the past, the other party was recruited to participate in the search, and people were arrested and taken to the temple. One by one, they were all things that offended people. What should I do if that untouchable has a grudge and refuses to be punished?
So, why do you want to find someone to beat him up...
Viscount Joan wanted to sigh again. However, his lover was his, and his son, even though he was an illegitimate son, was still his. Roman was the only knight among the illegitimate sons, and he was usually quite lovable. If he could take care of him, he still had to take care of him.
"It's okay, I'm here." He comforted in a soft voice:
"If Barron's hand can't be cured, forget it. If it can be cured, I'll ask the God of War Temple for help. With the temple and the city lord's palace here, that kid still dares not to treat it?"