Dylan and his entourage walked on the streets of the imperial capital, attracting a lot of attention. The main reason is that the person who took the lead is too famous, and that is the young master of the Brandt family, Roddick.

You know, Archbishop Earls only has such a precious grandson, and he is extremely doted on. In addition, Roddick Brant himself is a genius of the Holy Light system, and many people privately say that in the future, he is likely to reach the achievement of the Holy Light Archbishop and become the second Holy Magister in the five hundred years of the Garneman Continent.

Pedestrians on both sides of the street took the initiative to make way for Dylan and his party. Therefore, it only took them more than half an hour to arrive at the Magician Academy in the imperial capital.

In the middle of the vast square, an old castle stands on it, with a long row of bell towers on the left and a prototype building six or seven stories high on the right. At this time, the Academy of Magic was full of people, and from time to time someone greeted Roddick.

"It's worthy of the Magician Academy in the Imperial Capital, it's too big!" Rosen exclaimed excitedly, and then he turned his head to look at Roddick: "Young Master Brant, are you going to go in with us?"

Roddick Brandt ignored it completely, but turned to Stephen and said, "You guys go in, it's not early today, there will be no class." There should be someone inside who will arrange accommodation for you. ”

In Roddick's eyes, of the three children escorted this time, only Stephen deserves to be given two more looks, and as for Rosen and Dylan, he doesn't seem to be interested at all. It is also normal that strong people tend to only like to associate with strong people. Although Stephen has not yet become a magician, his alchemist skills are already quite good.

With that, Roddick turned and left the Wizard's Academy.

Dylan was somewhat lost and unwilling in the face of such a gorgeous magic academy. He obviously has the talent to cultivate magic, but because the shadow magic is banned, he is not qualified to enter the academy to study.

"Alright, you go inside, I'm going to look for Mr. Rick's blacksmith shop too. Dylan said to Stephen and turned to leave.

Stephen grabbed him, "Won't you go in and have a look?" I heard that the Wizard Academy is generally open to the public, and there is no restriction on ordinary people from entering and visiting. ”

Before Dylan could speak, Lawson on the side said in a weird way: "Some people are never qualified to learn magic, what are you going to do in there?"

After Lawson finished speaking, he swaggered towards the academy.

Stephen said to Dylan, "You don't have to take this kind of guy to heart. You and I both know that your spiritual power is very strong, but for some external reasons, you can't learn magic openly. ”

Dylan smiled indifferently: "When Rosen was in North Wind City, he was famous for his bad mouth. Rest assured, I will not be affected by him at all. It's just that if he has done something, I will make him regret it for the rest of his life. ”

Recalling that day outside the North Wind City, he was almost drowned by Rosen by the river, and Dylan's eyes couldn't help but flash a touch of murder. One day, Dylan will use his strength to defeat him openly, even...

After sending Stephen to the Academy of Magic, Dylan began to search for the "Gomore Blacksmith" where Rick Spirits was located.

It's just that the City of Light is so big that by the time Dylan finds his destination, it's already dinner time.

"Grunt," Dylan touched his stomach and walked towards the inconspicuous sign not far away.

It was a blacksmith shop with a small area, only three rooms, more than ten meters wide, five or six meters deep, only three floors, and above the roof, a huge square hammer statue added a bit of momentum to the extremely inconspicuous appearance of the blacksmith shop.

Dylan had bought two bottles of decent spirits on the way here, which his father had specially instructed him to do before parting.

Before Dylan could walk in, a sonorous voice came from inside the blacksmith's shop: "What the hell, who is drinking the wine, it's really going to kill me!"

It wasn't long before a bearded dwarf swaggered out.

Dylan couldn't help but laugh when he saw him. Because his appearance is really cute.

He had gray messy hair, a thick braid tied at the back, and a delicate blacksmith's leather coat hanging in front of him, which looked a little miniature because of his size. With a slight anger on his red face, he looks very funny. The most interesting thing is that he is holding a huge hammer in his hand, which is almost as tall as his people, and looks extremely awkward.

The dwarf slowly walked up to Dylan, the top of his head just above Dylan's waist.

His eyes were as wide as brass bells, and he was looking Dylan up and down.

But from the dwarf's eyes, he seemed to be getting angrier.

He said in the letter, you are strong and suitable for casting, and you are extremely talented in casting. He held me in high esteem with all his rhetoric, and at last I reluctantly agreed to take you as an apprentice!" At last the dwarf threw the hammer aside with even more hatred, and sulked to himself.

When Dylan heard this, he suddenly felt speechless for a while, his father actually made up nonsense, describing himself as a genius, he was really completely blind and talking nonsense. With his small physique, where is he worthy of the word "strong and strong"?

In this regard, Dylan could only smile awkwardly, and then handed over the two bottles of Quelan wine in his hand: "In the future, I will follow the teacher to learn forging, and I hope the teacher will take care of it." ”

As soon as he smelled the aroma of the wine, Narek Spirit's expression softened significantly, and he said angrily: "For the sake of this wine, I can only consider myself unlucky! Who made us dwarves the most trustworthy! Since I promised your father, then I have no choice but to try my best to teach you the casting technology, and as for how much you can learn, it is entirely up to your own ability." ”

After saying that, the dwarf Rick took the wine, couldn't wait to open the cap, and without saying a word, he directly erected the bottle and drank it happily.

But after a few sips, when he looked back and saw the thin Dylan, he couldn't help but sigh heavily, stomped his foot hard, walked to the back room with the wine, and muttered in a low voice: "Ao Feng, that guy is not thin, why did he give birth to such a wooden pole, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became." ”

Dylan followed behind him, not daring to speak, and could only hide his embarrassment with a smile.

But Dylan knew in his heart that from tomorrow, he would officially start learning the art of blacksmithing. No one can say what the future will hold.