Victor is the surname of the royal family of the Duchy of Lothar. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the year of the warm spring, the 631st year of the Third Age, in the cold winter of that year, on the snow-covered Emerald Plains, Grand Duke Ian Victor led his army to defeat the invincible Seventh Legion of the Gesok Empire, and at the end of the same year, declared his independence from the Empire and established the Duchy of Lothar. Since then, the griffon flag, a symbol of unity and freedom, has been flying over the ancient principality for nearly 2,000 years.

In such a long time, the country has survived countless disasters, large and small: external wars, internal turmoil, divisions of the aristocracy, chaotic invasions...... But the country has not, never had, suffered such overwhelming grief, and that night of the year of the holly flower, with its blood and flames, is now remembered as the nightmare of Lothar.

That nightmarish night, chaos somehow pierced the light of the flame of order, and fell directly on the heart of the country, the king and queen were both killed, and the whereabouts of the newborn eldest son of the king were unknown. The only royal blood at the time, the king's younger brother, was a seventeen-year-old student attending school in the distant empire of Gessock. But he resolutely returned to the Duchy of Lothar, took the scepter under the twinkling gaze of many nobles, and was crowned king, supporting the ancient state.

Half a year later, a black-eyed baby was found, verified by the king as royal blood, and regarded as the eldest son of the king whose whereabouts were unknown.

Half a year later, the king retired as regent and named the black-eyed baby Strayer, who was still young (less than ten years old) and could not be crowned for the time being, so he was called His Royal Highness.

And this story, Maureen does not know, or rather, he only knows the first half. From that night in the Year of the Holly flower, he knew very little. I only know that in that fire, the first king's family was killed, and the king's younger brother was later crowned, and even until not long ago he knew that the king's eldest son was not dead, but he still didn't know the name of the king's eldest son.

Because when he was at home, his father and grandfather never wanted to talk about those things twelve years ago, and there were no new books at home, so the young Maureen could only stop being curious, but just thought that maybe when he grew up, his father would tell him more things.

But Morin swears that was definitely not what he was thinking at the moment.

Now, if he could go back in time, even if he was punished for not eating meat for a month, he would definitely pull Daddy Pike's hair and force him to tell him what happened twelve years ago, especially the name of the eldest son!

The boy thought with some regret.

As he tentatively asked, "Temple...... ......?", seeing that Strayer, whose expression was already a little resentful, did not deny it, Morin's heart sank leisurely, and he hurriedly performed a noble etiquette respectfully, and said in a trembling voice: "My name is Morin, Maureen Calland, from Harry Harbor, and I have met His Highness. ”

While talking and thinking sadly in my heart, in those books, how many nobles who have no strength have a sad ending because they accidentally offended the king, and their father, a little baron, doesn't know if they can resist the anger of the black-eyed young man in front of him, anyway, I can't bear it. I hope that Dad, your name as the commander of the army is not blown out, otherwise something will happen, and our family will have to leave our hometown in the future.

The boy lowered his head, and his heart was a mess.

In the eyes of Strayer, who had a gloomy face, Morin's performance meant something else. He had already judged that the boy was not an ordinary civilian, and seeing that he was very knowledgeable, he wanted to come forward to resolve the conflict after this fight, and by the way, pull Mo Lin into his camp.

But who thinks that Morin has ulterior motives, maybe these two teenagers are deliberately brought by someone to humiliate themselves, or those who are restless, and want to make something. For a moment, in Strayer's eyes, even Barron's rough expression looked particularly cunning. But after all, he is the future king, and his heart is quite calm at a young age, so that he will not be confused by the humiliation of others.

After thinking for a while, he gave the blonde boy with the big sword a look, signaled not to keep his hand, and thought a little fiercely, since you have ulterior motives, don't blame yourself for being beaten so that you can't participate in the test tomorrow. The kid of Norman Ackerman's family knew that his body was quite solid, and he was a good one of the noble boys in this group, and it should be no problem to defeat the boy in front of him. At least at this age, it is impossible for someone to have both knowledge and physique, after all, it takes a lot of time for both.

When the blonde boy got the signal, he didn't care about any aristocratic etiquette, and said loudly: "Now that you have a bet, can you have a fight?" But then again, I can't grasp the severity of my shot, and if I accidentally hurt you, you have to bear it yourself. As he spoke, he looked at Luo Sen behind the two teenagers, and saw that the middle-aged priest did not say anything against it, and the strength of his sword was a little heavier.

Morin was still nervously waiting for Strayer to speak, but when he heard the blonde boy's declaration of war, he couldn't help but raise his head in astonishment, and saw that the dark-eyed boy had regained his calm and gentleness, and his heart couldn't help but relax, His Highness's heart is really very broad-minded, Morin secretly admired, but why does such a person make me feel so uncomfortable, I must ask Daddy Pike when I go back.

After collecting his thoughts, the blood of the young man's fight surged into his heart again, and Morin drew his standard short sword from his back, took off his backpack, and threw it on the deck behind him with a clatter. He didn't think much about the blonde boy's words, in his grandfather's daily training, because of Xiao Morin's magical recovery ability, he often didn't pay attention to some minor injuries, not to mention those real dangerous combat training, which time was not until he lost his strength and was about to be unable to get up.

The blonde boy's face became a little solemn, this young man with blue eyes and slightly messy hair was not as weak as he imagined. The standard dagger was not opened, but the weight of the iron was not much lighter than the wooden dagger in his hand, and listening to the sound of the hard leather backpack falling to the ground, there was clearly a metal armor and shield in it, this power was probably not small.

But he doesn't have stage fright, even if you are born with divine power and spend all your time on books, how high your fighting skills can be, you know, fighting is not just a matter of strength, the blonde boy thought confidently.

The aristocratic boys took a few steps back, leaving a clearing.

Barron glanced at the blonde boy, patted Morin on the shoulder again, and said in a rough voice, "Such a weak opponent will be given to you." Suddenly another angry gaze swept across the other side, and the dull Barron didn't care, and retreated to the back.

A few eyes in the distance were cast to this side, and when they saw the sunken wood big sword and the standard short sword in the hands of the two young men, their eyes were much more serious.

Among the aristocratic boys, a short and fat boy walked up to Strayer, looked at the field, and said softly: "Your Highness, this one, I'm afraid it won't be easy for the kid from the Ackerman family to win." He called the children of the Earl's family of the same age as children, and he did not know what his identity was.

Strayer replied gently: "It's just a battle for face, and you don't have to take it seriously." But in those black eyes, which were as black as night, there was a fierceness that no one noticed.

The two teenagers in the field were ready, and seeing the blonde boy put on a defensive posture, Morin did not hesitate, shouted as a reminder, and jumped up.

This sword is somewhat similar to the punch to Barron at noon, simple, full of atmosphere, speeding up, flying, taking advantage of the momentum, and exerting force.

Seeing this sword, many eyes cast in the distance lit up, and Lawson showed satisfaction, and the aristocratic young man on the opposite side widened their eyes, only Barron muttered something like what speed was okay, and his strength was too bad.

And the blonde boy had already changed color, he only felt that Mo Lin had just jumped over, and the short sword had already slashed in front of his head with momentum, and he had no time to dodge at all, he could only desperately raise the big sword and block it towards Mo Lin's sword path.

The iron dagger collided with the wooden dagger, and there was a muffled sound, and Morin stepped back with his strength, and shouted excitedly: "Come again!!" Since my grandfather left home two years ago and didn't know where to go, there was no sparring, and the level of my friends of the same age was too poor, and Barron was too powerful, how could he have the opportunity to fight so happily.

Without stopping for a moment, his waist twisted, his calf was the axis, and he instantly turned back into advance, and then he gathered all his strength and slashed at the blonde boy.

Almost by luck blocked the first sword, the blonde boy already felt numb in his hands, and what was even more fatal was that the short sword was slashed from top to bottom, he could barely retreat to unload his strength, and the skills of years of training seemed to be useless, so he could only resist this blow with the sword in both hands, and the inner house wanted to spit out like a river and a sea.

Before he could slow down, the second sword had reached the top of his head.

This time, the blonde boy was already sweating profusely, and under the high degree of tension, his movements were a little faster, and he raised his sword again to block Mo Lin.

Knock knock knock, the muffled sound rang five times in a row.

The blonde boy could no longer hold the big sword, the big sword fell to the ground with a muffled sound, his hands were still raised and his head trembled, and he was numb and couldn't put it down. He ran to the eaves of the ship with a pale face, and threw up into the sea with a whoosh.

Mo Lin took out five swords in a row, and each sword poured out with all the strength of his body, and now he only felt happy in his chest, and he wanted to laugh out loud: "Whahahaha, it's really enjoyable!"

Many of the teenagers watching from afar were already in awe.

On the deck, several examiner-looking people were talking to each other:

"It's really a good seedling, and he should already be a second-level apprentice. ”

"The blonde boy is not too bad, but he is on the defensive with his big sword, and he is preempted, and his strength cannot resist, otherwise he should be able to fight for a while. ”

Most of the aristocratic teenagers on the other side looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a while, whether to continue to get their faces back.

Maybe the level is high or low, but their knowledge is not bad, and they can see how powerful Mo Lin is, at least that strength, he is already a second-level apprentice. Don't look at the low level of second-level apprentices, but an ordinary adult is only equivalent to a first-level apprentice, and a teenager about twelve years old is already commendable in terms of strength, not to mention that just looking at the strength that can be played, the second-level apprentice is more than the first-level apprentice.

Strayer's mood was a little worse, but he felt that this young man's talent was too good, not to mention his knowledge, and his skills were so vigorous, who ordered such a young man to come. In fact, what made him even more annoyed was that Morin's performance actually made him feel a faint threat, how could this be? How could this be? He was a future king, a genius mage, how could there be a teenager who made him feel threatened?

Since your origin is unknown, and you are directed at me, Strayer secretly clenched his fists under his robe, and thought hatefully, don't blame me for using some shady means.

After the fight, Mo Lin collected his thoughts, and then felt a trace of being targeted by the beast, raised his eyes, and it was really His Highness, and he was helpless about his feelings, thinking that when I chased the beast in the mountains with my grandfather before, I felt quite accurate, why is it broken now.

Strayer was smiling gently, and the old voice said calmly, "Since you won, then this magic card belongs to you, but this one in my hand has some flaws," he said as he took out another white second-order card, and said, "It's better to use this one as your reward." ”

With that, he tossed the card at Merlin.

Merlin took the card, and it was a levitation card with a spell on the front: a metallic cube floating higher and higher, completely unaffected by gravity. This is the difference between the two-ring spell Levitation and the one-ring spell Light Feather: whether the buoyancy applied can completely overcome gravity.

But it's no ordinary magic card. If Maureen regularly uses or collects magic cards, he may be able to spot anomalies in the cards in his hand: the spell graphics displayed on the front are a bit rigid, and the silver dots of light that look like stars on the back are not quite right.

It's a pity that the boy didn't find anything. He just muttered to himself in his heart, why does this highness, who is about the same age as himself, carry so many second-order magic cards with him, this is something that can only be used by fourth-order mages, and an apprentice like himself, if he can use magic cards, he can only use some zero-order cards at most.

In any case, it is also a lot of money, Mo Lin thought with satisfaction, in the future, my father will not let me eat meat, I will go to the town to eat secretly, and I am not afraid of any punishment.

Putting the card in his pocket, he bowed slightly and said, "Thank you, Your Highness." ”

Seeing Morin's respectful appearance, and his clear blue eyes, Strayer couldn't help but wonder a little in his heart, could it be that he had really misunderstood it before? But this thought was just a flash, anyway, the card had already been put away by him, and the ending was decided, a young man with some talent, it didn't matter if he was really mistaken. At least, there's no hint of threat.

At this moment, there was a commotion among the aristocratic boys, but it was the pale-faced blonde boy who returned to the field.

He stared at Mo Lin and said indignantly: "I don't accept it, if you have the ability, let's fight again." This time, he didn't have any intention of helping His Highness to get angry, it was purely that the teenager lost and wanted to win back, and he felt that what he had just lost was really aggrieved, his years of training were completely useless, and he was preempted by Mo Lin until the end, and he couldn't support it, although his strength was not as great as his, but he had his own strengths.

Morin touched his head and replied, "It's still the same if you fight again, because you can't beat me." ”

He said it seriously, but it was obviously too arrogant to fall into the ears of others.

Suddenly, the aristocratic teenagers on the opposite side were talking again, and many people were supporting the blonde boy, a child's heart, even if he knew that you were powerful, he would definitely not admit defeat. Strayer listened to it in his ears, and his mind turned, anyway, this young man named Morin would not have any future, and he just used it to unite the hearts of this group. He turned to the short and fat boy on the side and said, "Wait for you to come on, don't end it too soon, make him embarrassed." ”

It was the short and fat boy who called the blonde boy the Earl's boy before, he was wearing a loose robe, his belly was slightly bulging out at a young age, his limbs were thick, he had short brown hair on his head, and his small eyes were like two round black beads, which looked ordinary and harmless, and he was so valued by Strayer.

Hearing Strayer's words, the short and fat boy nodded, his dark little eyes rolled, and he said, "Meaningless." ”

It seems that both of them have decided that the blonde boy has no chance of winning.

But the blonde boy in the field obviously didn't think so, seeing that Mo Lin didn't want to fight with him again, he was annoyed and angry, and suddenly picked up the wooden big sword on the ground, and slashed straight at Mo Lin before the others could react.

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