At this time, Dylan was completely controlled by Lawson, his hands were constantly slapping the water, and his breath was almost at the end of his breath, and he was about to enter a state of choking.

Dylan was furious, but his weak self was completely unable to take the initiative.

"Are you really going to die at the hands of this villain?" Dylan is really unwilling!

Just when Dylan was about to collapse in despair, a big hand instantly lifted Rosen, who had completely lost his mind, into the air.

"I'm going to kill you shit!" Lawson continued to scratch at even though he had been controlled.

There was a crisp sound of "pop", and a blood-red palm print soon appeared on Rosen's cheek!

"What kind of thing are you! How dare you murder a nobleman, today I will teach you a good lesson for your dead money-hungry father!" a rough voice came.

As soon as Dylan was free, he quickly lifted his head out of the water and began to breathe heavily.

After relieving himself slightly, Dylan turned his head to see that Steward Max was beating Nalawn hard.

Max was once a member of the Lion Knights, and he had always followed his father with all his heart, and his physique was naturally very strong.

Not long after, Rosen's nose and face were swollen and embarrassed, and he had already lost his previous arrogance.

Max has always been short-tempered, and when he saw that his young master was pressed into the water and couldn't breathe, he was naturally angry.

At this time, Rosen was already a little dying, but Max still felt very angry. He drew the sword from his waist and slammed it against Lawson's chest.

Seeing this, Dylan quickly stopped: "Uncle Max, don't kill him!"

The anger on Max's face did not subside, and he said: "Young master, this guy dares to murder you, according to the laws of the empire, murdering a nobleman is a capital crime! And I, as a member of the Knights, also have the right to execute this scum!"

Dylan shook his head helplessly: "He is now a preparatory magician, and he is about to go to the Empire's magic academy to study magic." So, you can't kill him. ”

"What!" Max looked shocked. He has been outside for the past half month to help Aofeng Green with some business, and he just came back today, and he happened to bump into everything that happened just now, so he naturally didn't know about the magician test a few days ago.

Dylan didn't pay attention to Max's disbelief. He just stood up slowly, and walked towards the city of the north wind.

After these two days, Dylan has completely understood a truth, that is, only when you are truly strong, will you be respected by others from the heart.

The status of nobility is certainly useful, but the respect that others have for nobility is sometimes just a pretense. Only when you are strong enough will others truly fear you!

Seeing that his young master was gone, Max immediately put away his sword, spat at Lawson, who was lying on the ground and moaning, and said viciously: "Count yourself lucky today, scum!"

With that, Max also went into the city.

At night, the city of the north wind was silent.

"Father, I have decided, I am going to the imperial capital to learn blacksmithing!"

Aofeng Green stared into Dylan's determined eyes: "Have you really decided? You must know that learning to forge is also very hard, are you really ready for everything?"

"Yes!" Dylan was adamant. He knew that if he stayed in the City of the North Wind, then he would not want to achieve anything in his life, because the City of the North Wind was so small that the entire city could only find one junior magician.

He wanted to go to the imperial capital to study and see if he could find other ways to learn magic. Maybe some people can't naturally sense magic stones, but they can still practice magic?

But if he bows his head to fate, then everything is over, and he can only become the kind of ignorant and selfish aristocratic son in the eyes of others.

"Well, I happen to know an old friend in the Imperial Capital, he is an extremely good foundry, and his casting skills are very high. It's just..."

Speaking of this, Aofeng Green hesitated, and then continued: "It's just that he is more special. ”

Dylan asked curiously, "Special?"

"Yes, because he's a dwarf!"

"Dwarves?" Dylan's curiosity intensified.

For the dwarf race, Dylan has also seen it in books, saying that they are naturally skilled mechanics and foundries, and there are many casting masters in the Violet Continent who are dwarves.

However, the vast majority of dwarves live in the Gomore Mountains in the southwestern part of the continent, and only a very small number leave their homeland.

And Dylan is also very clear about his father's concerns. According to the books, dwarves are naturally fiery, like the Gomore volcano, which can erupt at any moment.

"Kid, dwarves don't get along well, and so does my old friend, so you have to be prepared!" said Ao Feng earnestly.

Dylan still nodded firmly: "Don't worry, father, I will not let you down!"

Looking at the perseverance in Dylan's eyes, Ao Feng seemed to see his wife who had been dead for many years for a moment. In the past, she was also such a tough and strong character.

"Okay, it's not early, you can go back to your room and rest. Early tomorrow morning, the convoy of the imperial capital will come over. ”

Seeing his son walk out of the room, Ao Feng couldn't help but exhale and muttered in a low voice: "If it weren't for that disaster twelve years ago, you would be proud of your son at this time!

After returning to the room, Dylan lay on the bed tossing and turning and couldn't sleep, not only longing and yearning for the future, but also reluctant and nostalgic for his hometown.

He looked up at the rooftop, completely unsleepy. The cold wind outside the window blew in through the cracks in the window, making a whirring sound. He turned his head to look, but saw that something seemed to be hanging from under the windowsill, and the sky was dim, which made him a little unrelievable.

Curiosity led him out of bed and slowly to the window. When he got closer, he realized that it was a wooden board that was about to fall off, but there seemed to be something tied to it.

Bringing the candlestick, and by the light of the candle, Dylan saw that it was a black book that had been partially burned.

He carefully separated the book from the plank, but fortunately the glue was not too strong, so the book was basically not damaged twice.

Dylan took a closer look at it, only to find that the cover was long gone, the first few pages of the book had already been burned, and the middle part was full of extremely strange graphics, a bit like some kind of magic circle.

Dylan took the book and went back to bed. Although I don't know the origin of this book, I heard from my father that this room was originally my mother's study of magic, and I think that this book should have been left by my mother.

It's just that why the mother hid this broken book is unknown.

Dylan looked at it casually and found that there were very few magical spells recorded in it, but there was a lot of magical knowledge that he had never seen before.

After looking through it for a while, Dylan concluded that these spells were definitely not any of fire, water, earth, wind, or light. So what kind of magic was this? He couldn't figure it out.

He found a random mantra and recited it casually, which was written in an ancient language, so it was particularly difficult to read.

When he finished the incantation, he found that nothing unusual had happened in the room. Immediately disappointed, he tossed the Codex aside, and fell into a deep sleep.

But he didn't know that a mouse in the corner who came out to steal food stayed in place in a daze, motionless. It was a long time before the rat burrowed back into its burrow in terror.