Brand's class was on Wednesday afternoon, and by the time the class was over, the sky had already darkened, and in the white-stone arena, Marcas followed the crowd with his head down and hurried to the ivy-covered pillars.

"Marcas!" Morin shouted as he pushed through the crowd at the back, "You wait for us!"

The young man didn't look back when he saw the other party, and he couldn't help but be more anxious, but there were many seniors in the arena who also got out of class at the same time, and they were much bigger than him in terms of strength and size, and he couldn't squeeze in front of him all at once.

It wasn't until he had walked the narrow stone steps of the pillar gate and the dense crowd dispersed that Maureen finally caught up with Marcus at the fork in the road to the forest.

"Where are you going?" Morin grabbed Marcus with one hand and rubbed the ribs of his chest that had just been hit by someone's elbow in the crowd, and asked a series of worried questions: "What happened? Why did Cleo say that you were removed from the Maple Leaf family during the sparring just now? Is what he said true?"

Aminno and Tilna finally caught up, the Vess Spirit's glittering silver cheeks showing a rare expression of concern, and the deep gem eyes staring at the lowered Marcas, while the little vampire remained silent with his head bowed.

Marcas's face was a little pale, he looked at Tilna and then at Morin, and said hesitantly, "Let's ...... Can you not talk about this......"

"No!" said Morin, categorically, "if you find it inconvenient here, we will go to a place where there are few people." ”

Marcus hesitated for a moment, and finally shook his head slowly: "Before I went to Victor Academy during the summer vacation, I was indeed crossed out by my father from the heirs of the Maple Leaf Lord's faction. ”

"Ah......h

"Why didn't you tell us about such a big thing earlier?" Morin asked, his eyes wide.

It's no wonder that Marcus's behavior has been a little strange during this time, not only has he become more economical in terms of expenses, but even his favorite mechanical gloves have only been bought in the middle grade, and there are many fewer verbal words such as "real nobles" between words.

"We don't look down on you because of this, don't you treat us as friends?" asked Maureen.

Marcus shook his head vigorously, and said with a wry smile: "Where can it be considered a big deal, it's just that I have been removed from the heir, and I can't inherit the title of Duke Maple Leaf in the first place, and it doesn't make a difference whether I have two so good brothers and a sister who don't inherit the surname Mipuou." ”

"I don't want you to worry about it......"

"Isn't that a big deal?!" Morin couldn't help but exclaim.

Lothar is a kingdom separated from the Gesok Empire, and the aristocratic etiquette is in the same line, although these things were not participated in when I was a teenager, I read a lot of books and still know those traditions very well: in the legal rules of the aristocratic family, removal from the heir is an extremely severe punishment, and often only those who commit heinous mistakes and endanger the survival of the entire clan will be removed from the family.

"Why did Grand Duke Maple Leaf punish you like this?" Morin was puzzled: "Is it because you've always wanted to learn magic machines?

Marcus looked at Maureen with a complicated expression, and opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't make a sound.

The rays of the setting sun passed through the branches at the edge of the forest, shining a thousand shades of mixed orange and yellow colors around several teenagers, coupled with the mottled shadows of the trees swaying in the wind, and for a while the cheeks of several people were a little unreal.

"Not really. Aeno's low voice rang out.

Morin was stunned: "What's ......?"

"Duke Maple Leaf didn't remove Marcus because he wanted to choose the Mechanics and Manufacturing faction, but because Morin you ......" The little vampire's weak voice was very indistinct in the rustle of leaves.

But Maureen heard clearly.

“…… Because...... Me?"

"Yes...... But why was he removed because of me?What the hell is going on Marcas?" Morin was a little confused, and hurriedly asked Marcus.

The young man Gesok turned sideways, sighed lightly, and said, "It's because of your father, to be exact." ”

Because Daddy Pike ......? Merlin roared in his head, it's Daddy Pike again, and Billo just mentioned Daddy Pike, is it really all about Daddy?

Marcas continued, "Do you remember when you were at Victor Academy, we were on the beach one night, and I asked you if Ling Zun had done anything terrible before, and you said that your father had offended a lot of people in the Battle of the Blood Moon before, right?"

"You mean ......?"

"I said at the time that I had an elder who said that he had some grudges with Ling Zun, but at that time I didn't say that it was completely ......"

"One of your elders?, does my father have a grudge against your father?!" exclaimed Merlin.

According to Daddy, he was dismissed and monitored after the Battle of the Blood Moon, and if he wants to provoke the Grand Duke of Maple Leaf, he must be in the Battle of the Blood Moon, but in the images he saw, Dad clearly said that he was going to lead the army to support the Frost Fortress, could it be that Daddy led the troops to attack the Maple Leaf Territory?

"Could it be that my father led the Seventh Legion of the Southern Territory to attack the Maple Leaf Territory?!" the young man couldn't help but say.

"Ahh

"No, no, no, I didn't say at that time that the elder was my father, the real situation was that my father didn't make it too clear to me at the time, but he said that you Lingzun offended [many] Gesok nobles at that time, including many noble factions that were friendly with my father, and some were even subordinates of the Maple Leaf Collar, so he ......"

Marcus didn't go on.

"So what's going on with him?" asked Morin.

"That's why his father won't let him associate with us," said Evenor on the side, "Marcus didn't agree, and his father crossed him off the list of heirs." ”

How is that?!—Maureen looked at Marcus in surprise.

"No, it's not a big deal, the biggest impact for me is just cutting off my financial supply, anyway, I'm a professional now, how can I be self-reliant. The boy's voice was a little stiff, and the dark red sun stained his pale cheeks like the purple-red pebbles on the shore of a lake.

"The Battle of the Blood Moon was all thirty years ago, and the oldest of Iluvita's current students is not even this age, is it?Anyway, even if your father really did something wrong and made a feud with the nobles of our empire, it was also a matter of their previous generation, when will the professionals carry on their hatred to the next generation?" Marcas stumbled:

"Since I don't mention anything about what happened, then why should I be forbidden to associate with you, the real nobles will not target a student because of the past, my father crossed me off from the heirs just to show the nobles of the Maple Leaf Territory, anyway, it has no effect on me. ”

Seeing that Morin's throat moved as if he was about to speak, Marcas hurriedly said: "Ahem, you should tell me what happened to your father, I didn't know how many records I had during the summer vacation and I couldn't find what your father was wrong." “

"Yes, Morin," Tilna on the side said, "When you were at Victor Academy during the summer vacation, didn't you say that you found the records of the original Blood Moon Battle, and there has been any progress in more than two months now?"

"No...... At that time, I had already told you, my father, he felt that the Frost Fortress was in danger, so he went against the requirements of the War Council and led the troops to prepare to support, and the march route may pass through the Thorn Ridge where the deceased is responsible, and there may be a conflict, but I don't know what happened next. ”

It's also a little ashamed, the training badge borrowed from Talisa of Victor Academy has not been used until now, and the level of the trial ladder is naturally not an inch, which is also to blame for the small puddle of magic power, if it weren't for the incredible three thousand tax boys, where would he be able to practice making cards day and night.

"But," Merlin stood on tiptoe and slapped Marcus on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, Marcas, as soon as I save up enough taxes to be paid, I will start challenging the trial, and I will definitely explain the ins and outs of the Blood Moon Battle to you!"

……

On October nights, the straight golden tail feathers of the eagle god Guhir hang high in the night sky.

Legend has it that the eagles are a race as powerful as dragons, they flap their wings and get even closer to the sky than dragons, they are as old as they have been, and they have been watching the sky and patrolling the earth from the moment the fire of eternal order was ignited.

The will of the eagle god Guhir is as unstoppable as his sword's golden tail feathers, and his constellation is the only one in the sky that can be used to orient itself in the Black Forest: every October, the golden tail feathers that rise to the middle of the sky are always the same from south to north, and even chaos cannot distort and obscure its light.

It was late at night, and under the golden tail feathers, the castle of the Iluvita College dormitory was only lit up with little light, but if you went upstream along the valley river to the small town of Bellamy, you would find that the whole town was still surprisingly bustling with lights at this time.

Normally, midnight in Bellamy's town isn't as lively as it gets.

It seems that a large number of adventurers of all stripes have suddenly arrived recently, gathered in groups of three or five, and judging by the exquisite equipment and complete tools they carry, they are not tourists preparing to enter Iluvita.

No tourist would carry those high-end alchemy nets and supply crates, which are only used when going deep into the forest in groups.

And there are more adventurers in the town, and Old Pat's treehouse tavern is naturally even more lively.

In the not-so-brightly lit tavern, where the noise of singing, piano, scolding, and conversation were mixed together, it was difficult to hear anything at all without magic or simply by mouth, and there were so many adventurers of all professions and wanderers in different costumes that a pair of cold and ruthless bloody eyes seemed so ordinary here.

In front of Brand was a piping hot glass of butterbeer.

The butterbeer was bubbling and bubbling, but he didn't take a sip of it, only touching the glass with his hand when it was almost cold to make the beer in the glass boil again.

He seemed to be waiting for something.

The rattan chairs were empty, and in such an overcrowded tavern, an empty and spacious seat seemed particularly tempting, and it was not long before several people came in to sit opposite, and although there was already a glass of amber pine nut on the seat, there was still no shortage of two full glasses of beer trying to bribe Brand to sit opposite.

But Brand refused everyone's request.

"This friend," said a muscly man with his arm on Brand's soft leather seat:

"I see you've been sitting here for a long time, I don't think this friend across from you will show up, so it's better to go back and rest early and give up the seat to me and my brother. ”

The strong man had knotted muscles in his arms and carried a huge hammer on his back, which had the feeling of a Kadir Ice Warrior, and his brother was a thin man, and he didn't know how the two got together.

"Do you have the gold coins?" said Brand, frowning.

The strong man was stunned for a moment.

"Give me a gold coin. Brand said impatiently.

The thin man next to him threw out a gold coin, which was a gold coin of the Lark Empire: "Thank you, Your Excellency, for giving up your seat." ”

But Brand didn't get up.

He took the coin and threw it upward, and it spun and flew upward, touched it on the top of the treehouse, and landed vertically on the low table in front of him—the coin fell from a high place and stood upright on the table, as if time had suddenly stood still.

"Knock down this gold coin, and these two seats are yours. Brand didn't even look at the strong man.

"Hahahaha," the strong man laughed, one hand still wrapped around Brand's soft leather chair and the other pressed the gold coin on the low table.

What if you use any inconspicuous magic, no matter what magic you have, there is a certain limit to your power, just now this blood-eyed mage didn't even use much magic power, and there is no one in this tavern with more strength than him.

It's just that under this press, the strong man's face changed.

It was as if it was pressed against steel, no, the steel was not so hard, as if it had been pressed on an enchanted alloy mechanical table, and neither the gold coins nor the low table were motionless.

"Heh......" The strong man increased his strength, his waist and legs tightened, and he also invoked the power of magic to stimulate the muscles.

But it was useless, and even if he used all his power skills, the erection gold coin, which was only a little touching the low table, seemed to be able to blow in one breath, was motionless.

The strong man's eyes widened as he looked at the antlers emblem on Ralk's gold coin, as if he couldn't believe it was the gold coin his brother had just tossed, and after a moment, he suddenly roared, grabbed the steel sledgehammer on his back and was about to hammer it on.

"For your fair sake, I'll give you a word of advice," Brand said lightly, "If I were you, I wouldn't want to leave a scar on my beloved weapon." “

The big man's face changed again and again, he looked at the gold coins erected on the table, then at Brand, and then at the flickering forging patterns on the surface of the steel sledgehammer in his hand, and finally slowly put away his hammer head.

"Excuse me. He and the thin man next to him turned to leave.

The adventurers who noticed this scene all had strange eyes in their eyes, and they all speculated about what level the mage with a pair of blood-colored eyes had reached, although there were many adventurers gathered here, but few of them existed on the earthly line.

For a while, no one had the idea of beating the empty chair.

Time passed slowly, and the people in the tavern chased the excitement of alcohol as if they never got tired, and the brief scene was quickly forgotten. Only the butterbeer in front of Brand turned cold again and again and boiled again and again.

It wasn't until Brand touched the glass in front of him for the seventeenth time that an old man in a black cloak came to the table, and he lowered his head and blew lightly on the gold Ralk coin erected on the low table, which shook and clicked onto the table.

Then the old man in the black cloak sat down across from him.