On the map, this area of civilization in the eastern part of the continent is roughly divided into three parts: west of the tall Aein Sorat, the vast steppes stretch all the way to the Henorr Forest on the edge of the civilization, where nomadic tribes are the masters, and the eastern region, which is three times the size of the west, is divided into two by the Klos River, where this majestic mountain originates, with vast plains and mountains in the north, and countless rivers in the south, where all the kingdoms and city-states are located.

Compared to the agrarian north and the livestock-based west, the people of the south were more inclined to engage in commerce, and the developed water transport provided great convenience for them to do so, and as the meeting point of several major waterways, Nolen was undoubtedly the commercial center of dozens of surrounding cities. Compared to Henavenst, there are more bustling markets, denser populations and shops, and more crowded streets.

There's more trouble.

"You a**!" a scoundrel scolded angrily as he pulled a sharp dagger from his bosom and lunged at Willy, his mouth bleeding and a few teeth that had belonged to him a minute earlier falling to the ground.

The reason for the incident is very simple: after a long journey to the city to be repaired, the female warriors who have been aroused by the bustling city wander from shop to shop, picking out their favorite items, but unknowingly getting separated from the rest of their friends, some local scoundrels apparently ignore the amazing greatsword on Willy's back, wishful thinking that the pretty single chick is a moving purse and an object to be amused, and after both ends have failed, these people miscalculate each other's strength.

Wei Li did not rush to dodge the scoundrel's attack, but when the opponent's dagger was about to touch her clothes, she flashed slightly to the side, the dagger almost slashed against her chest, and before the opponent made the next move, her hand had already grasped the opponent's wrist, and the next moment, the big man weighing nearly a hundred kilograms rose into the air, and then fell heavily on the ground a few meters away.

This result immediately shocked everyone, and the rogue companions who were about to move stopped their tracks, and they hesitated, not knowing whether they should continue the attack.

Before they could make a decision, someone had already found the answer for them, and when the angry dwarves and the sub-giants who roared and rushed towards them like giant siege engines, there was no more suspense in the battle, and after half a minute, all the scoundrels were lying on the ground, and the least injured of them would have to lie in bed for at least a month.

A sound of neat footsteps came from outside the crowd of onlookers, "Patrol!" someone shouted, and the people immediately dispersed, and then formed a much looser encirclement farther away.

"Come with us," said an officer in light armor to the squad, "and as punishment for brawling in this city, you will be fined two hundred gold coins and ten days of detention, after which you will be expelled from here." ”

"It was their hand that struck first," Tomahawk shouted, "they tried to attack my companions, and we were only defending ourselves." ”

"All I saw were those people lying on the ground and you standing," the officer said with a blank face, "unless you can find evidence, you must be punished." ”

"All can testify," the dwarf said, pointing to the onlookers, "they saw everything!"

"Is that so?" the officer's gaze fell on a tall, lanky middle-aged man standing in the distance, who hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: "I didn't see it. ”

Everyone who was called denied seeing the ruffians attack.

"What else do you say?" said the officer to the dwarf, "now hand over your weapons, or you will be charged with one more crime, and you will resist arrest." ”

"Don't you think!" the dwarf roared, removing the double-edged axe from his back, but before he could do it, Rhaegar had already acted.

An arm-thick bolt of lightning fell at the officer's feet when his hand touched his sword, and a deep pit with a diameter of nearly one meter suddenly appeared on the bluestone slab-paved ground—after becoming an archmage, the geist could instantaneously attack almost all spells below the seventh order.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Rhaegar said with a heart-chilling chill in his flatness, "I don't mind turning you all into corpses, it's just a spell to me." ”

The officer's face turned pale, as a nobleman, the greatest test he had ever experienced in his life was to come face to face with a wild boar while hunting, and that terrifying magic had made him lose all courage.

"You're trying to make an enemy of Nolan," the officer shouted, but he couldn't hide his panic, "if you hurt me, you're bound to be hunted down by the most powerful city-state in the entire South and its allies!"

"Perhaps," Rhaegar said faintly, a gleaming spear in his hand, "but at least, before then, you and your men will be my first victims." ”

He raised his hand, the lightning spear crackled in his hand, and the strong current made the officer standing a few meters away in front of him feel his entire scalp tingle.

Unquenchable fear rose from the young officer's heart, his body trembled slightly, his eyes looked at his soldiers and the crowd around him, trying to get help from them, but to his disappointment, everyone reacted almost the same as him, in front of the mysterious and terrifying mage, these ordinary people had no idea of confronting them at all.

"Don't make trouble in the city," the officer wisely made the right choice, and he uttered his last words in front of the other in a trembling voice, "or the law here will not hesitate to show you its might." ”

After saying these words with the best efforts, the noble-born officer could no longer bear the tremendous psychological pressure, and left the scene with his men as if they had fled.

"What a bunch of cowards," Tomahawk muttered in disappointment, putting the huge double-edged axe back in his backpack, "I thought I could do a good job." ”

"Will they trouble us again?" asked the sub-giant, not worried, "You know, Noren has a huge influence in the surrounding cities, and if it really sees us as enemies, then we will have to bypass all the cities within a radius of three hundred kilometers." ”

"Normally," said Heim, "there are several mages in a megacity like this, who are hired to protect the city, and I'm sure they'll soon know that a colleague is here." He looked at Rhaeggar, "I'm sure they'll be cautious about creating unnecessary enemies for themselves and the city until they learn of their true strength and intentions." ”

The elf wasn't a prophet, but apparently he was right this time, and when the team returned to the hotel where they were staying, a black-robed mage and a dozen soldiers were already waiting outside their room.

"My name is Kroons," the black-robed mage first introduced himself to Rhaegar, "from the Garques Mage Tower, and now a magical advisor to the city, it's a pleasure to meet a young colleague here. The slender mage, with a hooked nose and emotionless eyes, had no regard for the rest of the squad, just staring at the badge of the sixth-order mage on Rhaegar's robe, which had been awarded by the Deacons of the God of the Storm after passing the trial, and was able to indicate the origin of the badge owner through each mage organization's unique markings, in addition to indicating the level of the wearer.

"Rhaeggar, from the God of the Storm, Archmage Carson is my teacher. According to the rules among mages, the geist gave due courtesy to the senior, who wore the badge of a seventh-order mage, "These are my companions during the trial, and I am truly glad to have met a wise and powerful peer like you in this city." Rhaegar, who was already an archmage, didn't take the seventh-order mage in front of him seriously, but in order to avoid trouble, he still took the initiative to report his origin and the name of his teacher.

Admittedly, Rhaeggar's humble attitude reassured Crownes, and it was clear that, at least on the surface, the other party and his companions were not hostile to Nolan. Although as a seventh-order mage, in his opinion, his strength was a cut above Rhaegar, the Storm God Mage Tower behind this young mage was undoubtedly something that no one wanted to provoke, and being able to resolve disputes between them in a peaceful way was undoubtedly the result he hoped to see the most.

"My employer's men had a little misunderstanding with you and your companions," Kroens said bluntly, "and he's sorry for that, and as compensation, he wants to be able to invite you and your companions to his banquet." ”

Rhaegar knew exactly what the other party meant, and the invitation was actually just a disguised test of what kind of attitude he had towards the city. It is obviously not wise to decline the invitation in person, as it would not only be humiliating for Kroens and his employer, but could also lead to unnecessary misunderstandings. He was confident that they would not be in trouble after learning that he and his allies had no ill will towards the city - as one of the most powerful mage organizations in this civilization, no city-state or nation would be willing to offend a mage from the Storm God so easily.

"It's our pleasure. The geist replied modestly.

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