The Kingdom of Lane, located in the southern part of the continent of Cairns.

Since the wind of magic passes through the southern part of the continent for six months every year, it brings a large number of active magical elements, and at the same time, it also makes the demonic beast more powerful and ready to move.

So the small kingdoms of humanity in the southern region form a loose alliance called the Council of Magic, to train mages together, to try to help each other against demonic beasts, and also to guard against the annexation of the surrounding powers.

Of course, the Ryan Kingdom is also one of them, and in the palace of the royal capital, a petite and cute figure walked angrily outside the palace, with fast steps, and the old man next to him had to pant and follow aside, chattering endlessly trying to persuade.

"Your Royal Highness, do you really intend to do this?"

"You don't have to say it! I'm going to have to find the best teacher, learn the strongest spells, and kill that stinky boy from Mountbatten, I want that bastard to look good." ”

"Your Royal Highness, please pay attention to your rhetoric, and know that as a nobleman, you must always be careful about your words and deeds. You don't have to go to Mr. Derek, although he is an earl, he has a bad reputation, he is called a disgrace to the nobility, and there are many masters among our court mages, how about I introduce you to one?" began to sweat on the court steward's face.

The little princess stopped, as if considering his suggestion.

"What do you think of Master Barnes, who was only thirty years old and received the title of Archmage, who knew all kinds of aristocratic etiquette, and was proficient in literature, and could write great sonnets, which can be called a model ......for the nobility."

"Can you beat Master Derek?"

"This ...... I don't know, but as a mage, fighting is not everything, it's more important to have a noble character......"

"Mr. Anderson, I don't need any aristocratic character right now, that thing can't help me defeat the bastards of the Monton family, I want a spell teacher, not an etiquette teacher, I've learned enough etiquette!"

"But Mr. Derek's words and deeds are rude, and I am afraid that His Majesty will not be able to explain them. ”

"You don't have to worry about this, I'll go tell my father. ”

"But Her Royal Highness ...... Princess"

"I don't care, I don't care, I want Count Rose to be my spell teacher. ”

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Located in the market in the southwest corner of the royal capital of Lane, the Rose Workshop is also known as the Rose Workshop by the citizens because the Rose family's family emblem is a rose, so each product is branded with roses.

The rose workshop used to be mainly engaged in various civilian alchemy products serving the nobility, but after the death of the old earl, Count Little Ross changed his previous main business and began to focus on magical weapons, and within a few years he became the largest supplier of magical weapons in the royal capital.

The so-called magical armament refers to weapons and armor with various magical powers made by alchemy, which are used to bridge the physical gap between humans when fighting against demonic beasts and beasts.

The arquebus, which has recently become very popular among mercenaries, is produced by the Rose Workshop, which has a good reputation in the mercenary circle, and even has the reputation of "Rose must be a boutique".

At this moment, the little princess and the palace steward and his party stood at the door of the workshop reception hall together, at this time it was the most lively time of the market, a large group of mercenaries gathered in the workshop reception hall, and the chaotic shouting was heard clearly even outside the door.

The reception hall of the Rose Workshop is very different, at the strong request of the boss, it has been greatly renovated, and now it is more of a bar than an exhibition hall, and a central ring has been added, with all the table seats surrounding a huge ring in the middle, a scantily clad weak bunny girl holding an exhibit standing on the stage, and a goblin salesman less than half a person tall has come to the small table to introduce sales.

Of course, it's a real bunny girl, a bunny woman with bunny ears and a bunny tail. There is no shortage of weapons, wine, and beautiful women (although they can't be touched), so this has become a favorite place for mercenaries in addition to the union.

"Your Royal Highness, Princess, or let's go back, this place is too chaotic for you to come, and maybe, you can summon him in your palace. Manager Anderson frowned at the noise in the room.

The mercenaries also looked at such an unfashionable group of people with some curiosity, it was the first time they had seen such a well-dressed group of people in such a place.

"Hmph, I'm not going back. The little princess twisted her head to the side and said angrily, the mercenaries who came in and out of the surroundings lived a life of licking blood from the knife every day, although they couldn't be said to be hideous, but they didn't look good.

Although the princess is stubborn, she is also a little girl after all, usually in the palace, the guards are respectful, and it is the first time she has encountered such an unscrupulous look, and she is a little nervous.

But when he saw the guards and palace mages around him, he seemed to have taken a reassuring pill, and quickly settled down.

"Is there anything I can do for you, this guest, Zulu, is there anything I can do for you, do you need me to introduce you?"

Soon, a goblin in a suit and leather shoes came up, nodding his head in a flattering manner, his eyes purring over the crowd, and his hands rubbing together as if they were weighing the weight of their wallets.

"Get out of here, filthy goblins, call your boss out. A mage standing in front of him seemed to see something unsightly, and his robe wrapped up half of his face and waved his hand like a fly.

"Dear sir, if there is anything you can tell me, I am the person in charge here. Also, mutual respect is a noble and noble character, and I hope you remember that. Of course, if your family patronizes you and forgets to teach you the language, forgive me for talking too much. ”

The goblin said, bowing his back and straightening up, with one hand behind his back, the other on his chest, and fiddling with his bow tie by the way, which looked decent.

"Hahaha! Did you hear me? A goblin was talking to me about etiquette? This is the biggest joke of the year. The mage just now patted the shoulder of the person next to him and laughed with his companion.

"Haha, stupid, didn't you hear that goblin saying that you are uneducated?" The partner next to him laughed enough, and seeing that he still smiled smugly, he couldn't help but remind.

"You damn goblin, how dare you laugh at a nobleman, I'm going to kill you!" said the newly humiliated mage who pulled out his wand and prepared to teach him a lesson.

The goblins, who had always been known for their timidity and fear, still straightened their backs as if nothing had happened, and looked at the annoyed mage in front of them with disdain, as if they didn't take the other party seriously at all.

"Haha, you were actually laughed at by a goblin, it's ridiculous!"

"It seems that Yoel you really don't have any deterrent power, even a goblin dares to pose in front of you?"

Since when did even goblins start to be so arrogant?!

"Fireball Technique!" Under the taunts of his companions, the mage felt more and more that his face could not be hung up, and if he did not agree with a word, he wanted to teach the little thing in front of him a lesson.

What should I do? Just blow up one of his legs, I'm really merciful," the mage thought grimly, a cruel smile on his face.

Seeing the fireball getting closer and closer to the damn goblin, the mage seemed to have seen the goblin covered in blood, holding a charred broken leg and crying, and a hint of pleasure appeared in his eyes.

"Wowo Head Technique!"

A chant came from nowhere, and a large ball of batter poured down from the top of the goblin's head, forming an inverted nest shape.

As soon as this side took shape, the fireball over there came in an instant, hitting the head of the nest, but it could only make the head of the batter nest shake slightly.

With a "poof", the fireball went out on the head of the nest and disappeared.

"I only repaired you last month, why are you so unmemorable, and you dare to come to my yard to make trouble?" As he spoke, a handsome young man dressed in nondescript clothes came out of the corner of the bar.

I can see that although this man has an extremely handsome face, at least among the people present, neither the guards, nor the mages, nor the mercenaries can match it, and the clothes are really indescribable.

A sleeveless vest, made of I don't know what material, is actually quite elastic and clings to the body, outlining a tough muscle line, a leg wide enough to fit two legs of large pants stretched out two strong and powerful legs on two wooden boards, tied to the feet with ropes.

Although the summer temperatures in the southern part of the continent are indeed a bit scorching, it is indeed quite exaggerated to dress like this.

"Count Rose, what kind of style do you look like this in front of the princess!" said Chief Anderson when he saw Derek immediately covering the princess's eyes with his hand and shouted loudly.

The princess, on the other hand, curiously opened her two big watery eyes and looked out through her fingers.

"Uncle Anderson, you're here too, why don't you say it sooner, I'll give you a drink?" Derek said scratching his head, a little confused.

"You'd better go and change your clothes first. Looking at the princess's small movements, Anderson stroked his forehead helplessly, and simply Derek didn't shine, so he simply didn't cover it, "Your Royal Highness the princess, please respect yourself." ”

The little princess smiled embarrassedly at Manager Anderson, and hurriedly covered her eyes with her hands, but the width of her fingers was larger than her eyes.

"Alright, Uncle Anderson, you wait for me. As he spoke, he was about to go upstairs, when he suddenly turned around again, pointed at the mage who had just done it, and said viciously: "Boy, you wait for me!

"My master, can you take me with you?" came the voice of the goblin in the batter, "Wait!, don't undo the spell yet, I think I need to change my pants." ”