"Blow, blow, blow. Richard scoffed, not believing it at all.

He still thinks he knows how reliable Bederick is: it fluctuates slightly depending on things, and in general, even the peak is far below the lower limit of a normal person.

In recent decades, Pompeii's fortunes have been booming, and the biggest destabilizing factor in seeing Stuart go straight to San Jose is him, the crown prince. It is said that many foreign nobles made private bets on which ditch they would take Pompeii when Bédéric ascended the throne.

Note – they bet on which ditch they will take it, not whether they will bring it into it, which is a qualitative difference.

"Really!" Bedrick scratched his head, "you come to Fries, and I have nothing to entertain you." Take you to see what the Magister looks like, isn't that interesting?"

"You think the Magisters are like the monkeys in the circus?" the lord looked at each other firmly.

For the first time, in addition to being unreliable, he also felt that Béderick might have something wrong with his brain.

The rank of Magister is so well-known that the meaning it represents can only be described as searing.

As the ultimate achiever of elemental users' paths, they can bring precious rain to a land that has been in drought for a decade when they smile, and can turn a small city into ruins in one fell swoop when they are angry.

They are not gods, but to ordinary civilians, they are as unresistible as gods.

It is no exaggeration to say that every magister is a monument to the mysteries of the elements. The strength is not ordinarily strong, the status is not ordinarily high, and the knowledge is not ordinarily profound, so naturally, the temper is often not ordinarily large.

On the surface, the magister has his own motherland, but in fact, this is often because of the huge consumption of magic research, and the two sides hit it off with each other, and there is no such direct affiliation.

Not to mention that it's just the crown prince, even if His Majesty Sagre himself wants to take a foreign guest to meet the Magister, most of them have to make an appointment first.

"Your Excellency Du Pong is easier to speak, and if I say I can see it, I will definitely see it. Without saying a word, Bédric pulled Richard and left.

The lord was surprised to find that the crown prince of Pompeii actually commuted by a public carriage. And looking at his posture of waving to stop the car, he is obviously very skilled.

What made him cry and laugh even more was that the four of them finally waited for the public carriage. After Derick reported his destination, he didn't have the slightest intention of paying for it, and he and his two entourages turned their heads to look at Richard, not embarrassed or embarrassed.

"I swear the purse is lost. ”

"Yours is the case. Richard sighed, took out a few coppers and handed them to the coachman, expressing cautious pessimism about the future of the journey.

The wheels began to spin on the smooth stone pavement of the Furiz, and began to chatter: "His Excellency Dupon is not a traditional magister, his magical ideas, his way of life, and his research directions are almost the opposite of tradition, in short, he is a very interesting person. ”

"Oh, what an iconoclastic law?" said the lord, who was genuinely interested.

Because he felt that if he talked about iconoclasm, this Bédrick in front of him should be the uncrowned king.

The coachman, who was counting the money, glanced at them without a trace and sneered secretly.

This young man bragged about the cowhide, and he really had a bit of style when he was young. Obviously, he couldn't even take out a few coppers in the carriage, and his mouth was full of either a magister or an anti-tradition, and he didn't know where he got the courage, so he was really not afraid of flashing his tongue.

And with his head shape - he is so smooth and slippery with oil, most of them are either big businessmen or habitual fraudsters.

Big businessmen have private carriages and won't sit here, so only scammers remain.

He has seen all kinds of people selling tickets for so many years, and he has a lot of knowledge, and he can determine at a glance: the one who is chattering must be a liar who did not run, and he must be the main culprit. The other two silent ones who were responsible for pretending to be deep were his accomplices, and of course they were also liars.

As for the one who was wearing a strange-looking mage robe, but carrying a heavy sword behind his back, and was responsible for paying the fare just now, of course, he was the poor fat sheep who was targeted by them.

If you look at the dress, you can see that it must be a heavy swordsman who relies on martial arts to eat, but he looks forward to learning magic and becoming a magician every day, this kind of person is actually not uncommon at all.

The coachman can almost reconstruct the whole story in his own mind - a certain warrior who is good at lust and more than swordsmanship, and spends his days dreaming of becoming a mage, and somehow encounters a gang of liars.

The three crooks fell in love and began to sell their dreams to him. It's nothing more than "there's a magician who has a public reception, but he just has to pay some money" or something like that.

Of course, the higher the rank, the more you can fool people, so you must emphasize the Magister.

As for why the emphasis on iconoclasm, this one is also very simple - the traditional magister is too difficult to play, at least you have to find an abandoned castle to pretend to be a mage tower, and then hire dozens of servants to pretend to be apprentices to look like that.

But as long as the anti-traditional attribute is added, not only can the drama of "the Magister meet the civilian warrior" instantly make sense.

It can even go a step further, such as preaching that this magister is willing to be poor, so he insists on living in a dilapidated house in a civilian area. It can greatly reduce the cost of fraud without making people suspicious.

"You can't believe it, since he was a child, Master Dupont has lived in a small two-story building that is neither spacious nor ornate. Bederick said.

Look, sure enough. The coachman sneered in his heart, and couldn't help but feel proud of his wisdom, and the mood that had been hazy for most of the day instantly cleared the clouds.

"Is there really such a person in reality?" the lord couldn't help but be a little surprised.

You must know that if you don't move for the rest of your life, you will grow old slowly in the old house, which of course sounds very warm. But the pursuit of better and more convenient living conditions is, after all, human nature. And an ordinary house must be too narrow for a magister.

"Yes, I haven't moved in my life. "What Bédrick said is absolutely true, after all, the last time Pompeii Palace was relocated was more than a thousand years ago.

"Not easy. Although Richard still didn't believe that he could easily meet the Magister, the news given by the thing in front of him should still be accurate.

Finished. The coachman had silently sentenced the swordsman to death, and this kind of well-developed creature was indeed very simple-minded, and was the best target for fraud.

Maybe he didn't know he had met a liar until he spent the last copper coin in his purse. I thought I had met the real Magister, but I didn't have the opportunity to follow the study because of my poor talent, and then I spent the second half of my life in depression.

Why don't you give him a reminder? The driver hesitated.

"Welcome to the next ride. When the four guests got out of the car, he raised his voice a little more than usual, trying to wake up the fat sheep.

As for whether it is too vague for the other party to understand - what is the matter with him, the fare has already been paid anyway.