"Father, I have already established that those dwarves mixed in with the Western Empire's envoys are the murderers of my teacher. Pen~Fun~ Pavilion www.biquge.info please submit a report to the Mage Council immediately, and apply to the temple for the support of the Holy Warriors to bring these criminals to justice!"

Roynala placed the papers in his hand on the table, grouped them into a hill of papers, closed his eyes and rubbed his aching temples. This seems to be the root of his illness after drinking too much energy medicine some time ago, as long as he uses his brain for a period of time, he often feels a headache. After the headache was relieved a little, he opened his eyes, looked at the young man in front of him, who was full of fatigue but still shining, childish and dignified, sighed, and said, "Child, you have grown up." ”

"Father. Did you hear me clearly?" the young man's face became more and more serious.

"Of course. Angelo, my child, I heard you very clearly, that's why I said you've grown up. You should find out all by yourself. Before you went to Oroyosta, no, maybe a month or two ago, you were just a hairy kid who knew nothing and pretended to be a book of poems published by the Imperial Capital, but now you dared to venture alone to find out the information of a group of dangerous dwarven criminals. I can see that you haven't closed your eyes much in two or three days, but I'm glad you still have those eyes and expressions. ”

Roynara's voice sounded relieved, and so did his mood. He spent his life savings to send his two sons to Oroyosta, hoping that they would not have to crawl in the mud for decades like him before they could gradually climb up from the bottom. It's just that the results of the huge cost of studies in those years are not great, the most orthodox arcane knowledge in the mainland, and the aristocratic training system have not changed much for the two children, and the good environment of the imperial capital has made them vassals and elegant, and what poetry and drama to learn and make friends with gentlemen to cover up their inferiority complex of being born in a poor country deep in their hearts. Maybe in the eyes of other traditional nobles, these are very normal, and even very good cultivation, but Roynala, who has come up step by step from the bottom, feels wrong. I don't know exactly what it is, but I can only vaguely feel that those things that symbolize status are actually worthless, just like the colored light on the foam, and they can't resist any little wind and waves. And it was only at this moment that he suddenly understood that struggling out of trials and suffering is what can truly give a person strength and maturity.

"Thank you for the compliment, Father. Young Angelo was also a little surprised and shy, in his memory, it seemed that he had never seen such a look from his father, heard such affirmation. "But what I just said ......"

"I see. The Harbor Governor nodded. "If it was before, I would have locked you up and forbade you to go out and mess around alone, but now you've grown up. Then we will communicate in a relatively mature way of talking. First of all, I can tell you that this is impossible. Whether it's me or anyone who informs the Mage Council about the dwarven criminal, they're just going to pretend to be deaf and dumb. The dwarves were now helping the Westerners pave a shortcut to the Great Plains, whether it was for the swamp shortcut that many had been thinking about for years, or because the Westerners wanted to, and they could only turn a blind eye to the news. A mage from outside, who hasn't registered with the Mage Council? Who wants to admit it? A self-righteous member of a large family from the imperial capital has been murdered by dwarven thieves and cultists. This is a topic that many people talk about and gloat at the party during this time. ”

“...... I'm not too surprised by that, Father. Despite this, Angelo's voice was still shaking, and her big face was visibly reddening, and the pimples on her face became more prominent, like miniature volcanoes about to burst. That's not because of shyness, it's anger. "It's not for nothing that the people of Oroyosta call our mages on the West Coast hillbillies. I don't see in these people the dignity of being a mage, and under the control of the temple and the church, they are just a bunch of mediocre bureaucrats waiting to die! In this respect, the old-fashioned temples and churches are more dignified than they are, and they at least have their own principles. I believe that when the Guardian Hand learns of the crimes of this dwarf with blood on his hands, he will not be allowed to appear in the city with such a swagger. When the time comes, those guys in the council will only be disgraced by the accountability of the temple and the people......"

"No, kid. I'll tell you, even if you report this to the Temple of Sunlight and the Guardian Hand now, they won't bother. Roynala took a sip of the cold black tea on the table, and suddenly couldn't help but miss the sour taste of the energy potion. Frankly, it tastes absolutely bad, but I don't know why, and I miss it very much now that I haven't drunk it for a while.

The big-faced young man shook his head very firmly: "No." The temple and the church may be rigid, but they have their own principles, and they will never be like the fat-brained nobles of the council. Father, you're half a clergyman, you should know that. ”

Yes, the Temple Church certainly has its own principles, but that doesn't mean they won't compromise. Roynara was equally sure. "This dwarf is indeed a bloody criminal, but as long as he doesn't kill people in Osstar City, he doesn't violate the principle of the Guardian Hand. The arrest of dangerous criminals is only a preventive measure extended by the core doctrine of the Guardian Hand, and it is not unnegotiable. In contrast, they now have more important issues to face. The recovered fragment of the floating city has become a hot potato for dangerous elements, and you probably didn't know that during the turmoil the other night, a mage who came to snatch the fragment tried to use the eight-ring arcane solar blast. If it weren't for the desperate efforts of the two high priests to stop it, the city of Osstar and its 100,000 inhabitants would have been reduced to ashes. In the face of such a crisis, what do you think they will be distracted to catch criminals?"

"What??" The news made Angelo's angry face glaze over, as a student of the Arcane Academy, even if he was only an apprentice, he certainly understood what this famous eight-ring arcane represented. Knowing that he was only a few centimeters away from turning into ashes in his sleep a few days ago, this shocked him too much, and he also understood that the Guardian Hand probably really wouldn't have any intention to catch the criminal. The boy finally became irrepressibly angry. "Do you just let this bloody murderer go free like this? Do you have to wait for Oroyosta's side to send someone to investigate, and the Teacher Howard family to send someone to track down the murderer? Even the temple and the church can no longer maintain fairness and justice?"

"Have you seen that there are gods of fairness and justice in this world?" Roynara said lightly. "Needless to say, the ancient gods of the natural elements, the great gods that mankind has worshiped for thousands of years, even if it is a secondary god created since the imperial era, is there a god who represents fairness, impartiality and justice? That's just the meaning that comes out of daylight. The same is true of the Guardian Hand, which is only a derivative of 'Guardian' and 'Healing'. Other than that, you will not see any fairness, any justice in the teachings of any of the gods. ”

"And I can tell you in advance that even if the Arcane Academy sends someone to investigate, or even the Howard family's investigation, it may only end up in the end. After all, the person is dead, and there is nothing to be saved by pursuing the murderer. As long as they encounter considerable obstruction and pressure, most of them will not persevere. And the local noble mages will not tolerate a group of outsiders coming here to make a big fuss, if there is any interest involved...... I think those dwarves are in such a hurry to take the initiative to become vassals of the Westerners' envoys, and they also understand the reason. ”

“...... Father, what you mean is that there is no fairness or justice in this world. A noble imperial nobleman, a conscientious teacher, died at the hands of a savage dwarf for no reason. Before he died, he was still thinking about how to protect his three students, and he was still using his life to teach the three students what the dignity of a mage was. You're trying to say that it's all pointless. Like a pile of dog shit waiting to decompose naturally on the side of the road, it is a dispensable bit of dust in this world. There will be no compensation or assistance, will it?"

The boy's voice and body trembled slightly from the excitement, and the Governor of the Port saw it in his eyes and heard it clearly. He could only sigh and reply, "I understand your anger, child. But regarding your doubts, all I can say is that I don't know either. In this city, this port has worked for decades, starting from the lowest clerk, dealing with gangsters, fishermen, and nobles countless times, and seeing too many dark and unfair things. I've seen people who have worked all their lives and have a kind personality just passing by a place where gangs fight, and being chopped to pieces by dozens of big men because of a misunderstanding, and I've seen fishermen scuttle their neighbors' boats in order to compete for fishing grounds, and there is a whole family on them. I've also seen innocent mothers and daughters who were captured and sold by gangsters because of their good looks, and became the playthings of a family member, and finally found their bodies in the sewers. But all of that came to an end in the end. I've been angry, and I've tried to help them in the end, but to no avail. Needless to say, in the history of the entire continent, even in the history of this city, this port, these things are really no different from the shit on the side of the road. I doubt how many people remember this, apart from me and a handful of people involved...... I've always thought that it would be nice if there really could be a god like 'justice' and 'justice'. Even from the perspective of a port manager, there will not be so many conspiracies, crimes and all kinds of filth, and it will be much easier to manage. But the truth is that no, even the empire didn't think about this when it created the secondary gods, and I don't know if it's a fundamental theological issue, or if the empire is thinking about it out of its own interests......"

"I'm not denying that, though, kid. I'm not telling you directly what the world is like, I'm just stating my opinion. I got to where I am today if I didn't follow my father's orders, your grandfather, and go around the world he told me, otherwise I would have been a small caretaker in a small family estate. I know very well that what I grew up after being confined to the world by my parents are flowers and plants in the greenhouse, and the ones that look healthy and beautiful in the environment in which they were nurtured, but they can't stand any unexpected twists and turns, just look at the waste in the family. I sent you and your brother to Oroyosta in order to enable you to achieve yourselves in a higher environment than mine. But seeing the way you are now, I understand that what can make people really grow is not deliberate watering, but wind and rain. Now that you have enough will and courage, go and find your own path and world. ”

The anger on the young man's face slowly settled, and finally nodded, his face was still tired that could not be concealed, and his eyes were still bloodshot from lack of sleep, but the light in the depths of his eyes was brighter. He bowed deeply to Roynala, "Thank you, Father. I already knew what I had to do, so I went. ”

Roynara nodded, opened his mouth but stopped, as if he had some scruples, and was silent for a moment before saying, "Stay safe." Whatever comes your way, think about it. ”

Angelo didn't say anything more, turned around and walked out of the office. Looking at the slightly immature, but firm and powerful back, the Governor of the Port took a moment and slowly reached out to pick up the documents on the table again, but his eyes could not be fixed on it for a long time.

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Feng Yinqiu has a headache now. He hadn't felt a headache like this in years.

It was the dilapidated house he used to rest outside the camp, with crumbling walls and roofs, surrounded by several more dilapidated houses and ruins. It would have been a little bit of a gesture for him to repair it a little, or even to build a house in good condition out of nothing, but he didn't do it, and still lived in peace in this dilapidated house that leaked wind and rain everywhere, and when he was here on weekdays, he either meditated and rested, or quietly looked at the arcane primer books that the Sword of Benevolence had obtained. His presence was like a silent ghost embedded in the perfect place, and it didn't add any life, not even the snakes and rats around it.

But that is no longer the case, as Master Motteri and the Sword of Benevolence have made this a place to learn, discuss, and quarrel about arcane and Western civilization. The movement and noise made by these two people can scare away even birds and beasts from a mile away.

In principle, he was very much in favor of learning from each other, and he also hoped to learn the orthodox arcane knowledge from the female mage from the Arcane Academy, and he felt that the process of learning the arcane arts at the Sword of Benevolence should also allow him to see more of what he wanted to see. But he soon discovers that he was wrong, and that everything is far from what he had expected.

"That's all the arcane formula for the five-ring arcane 'Shadow Force Field Tentacles'...... This arcane is also the most operational and practical under the law force field arcane, although the absolute strength of the force field is not large, but it is expressed in a three-dimensional shape similar to an entity, and it also has the active ability to automatically wind. It can be said that it is already the prototype of a legal arcane, of course, it is still far from the essence of it, but this five-ring arcane is indeed the most complex arcane that I know, and I have recorded in my spell book. Even I needed to concentrate all my energy to be successful. If you have confidence in your so-called intellectual comprehension and mental power, you might as well give it a try. Don't blame me for not reminding you that the impact on the spirit after the failure of the five-ring and six-ring arcane is not comparable to the three- and fourth-ring spells, and the reduction of the upper limit of mental power is often seen, and I have heard that there have been arcanists who have become idiots because of this. ”

"Haha, you short-sighted blonde woman, how can you understand the natural affinity of the warriors of love and justice for tentacle skills, you just eat a snack and watch it carefully. Uh-huh...... Uh-huh...... Okay, I see. That's it...... Ugh..."

"Hahaha..."The female mage sitting not far away jumped up. She didn't blink, she watched a little nervously, as if she had encountered something good to celebrate, and even scattered the nut shell in her hand on the ground, almost clapping and cheering. "Look, look, I'll just say, it's impossible for you to learn such a complex arcane so easily. The formula conversion is very complicated, and even in the Arcane Academy, it requires an advanced course of grade 3 or higher to explain. Your primitive way of learning with just intuitive understanding may be fine when faced with some relatively simple low-ring arcane, but this kind of high-ring arcane that requires a lot of instantaneous formulas will be difficult for you to learn. ”

The Sword of Benevolence shook his head and patted his face, stabilizing the expression that had just been in a trance due to the mental impact. I wiped the tip of my nose again, wiping away the slight nosebleed that had just flowed out. For an innate martial arts master like him who completely controlled his qi and blood, such a situation was almost incredible, and only by forcibly using his spirit to cast such a 'outer way' spell would his qi and blood be out of balance due to the extreme loss of control of his mind and will. However, as soon as you wake up again and just inhale slightly, those broken small blood vessels will automatically constrict.

"Don't be too complacent, self-righteous arcane tout, what formula you call no more complicated in the eyes of a warrior of love and justice than the bargaining of a street aunt. As soon as it regains its senses, the sword of charity is restored to the confidence of complacency, of defiance of all. "Give me two hours at most, and I'll be able to wield this great arcane in your eyes. ”

"No way. "Master Motri seems more confident than he is.

"Then I did it, do you want to make a bet?" the Sword of Benevolence glared. "If I do, are you going to run ten laps around the envoy camp and shout at me to admit defeat, or do you strip naked and dance to celebrate?"

"You Westerners are betting on these low-level and childish behaviors? The female mage was stunned. "Mu, is that so?"

"Of course not. It should just be the sword of benevolence's own hobby. Mu Qinyi on the side could only sigh and answer.

"It doesn't matter if it's a thousand-year-old tradition or my personal hobby, since you have so much confidence in your arcane, let's just say if you dare to say yes. ”

"Nope. I'm still 100% confident, but this disgusting and childish behavior, which as a mage can't even agree to theoretically, is an insult to our intellect. ”

"Hmph. Well, let the great warriors of love and justice crush your pathetic arrogance with the sword of benevolence that crushes any school and knowledge. As a matter of sincerity, even if you don't dare to agree to the conditions I put forward before, I can guarantee that if I can't do it, I'll do a handstand naked for three days and three nights, and you can just keep your dog eyes open and watch carefully. ”

"No, believe me, I'm not interested. But I'd suggest you go to the center of Osstar City and do a naked handstand, and maybe you'll get some copper plates from drunkards who like to hunt for curiosities, as long as the sheriff doesn't lock you up like a madman......"

"Mr. Feng, do you think they are too noisy......" While Master Motri and the Sword of Benevolence were arguing, Mu Qinyi quietly walked to Feng Yinqiu's side and asked in a low voice.

"Not a little, very. Feng Yinqiu didn't raise his head, still looking at the arcane book in his hand. This was brought by Master Motri, and I have to admit that this female mage from the Arcane Academy is indeed far superior to the local Arcane level on the West Coast in terms of both theoretical foundation and practical level, and he has benefited a lot from his studies in the past few days. It's just a little too noisy.

"I don't know how these two people did it, they were polite and polite at the beginning when they got together, and slowly it became like this. It's like two market kids. Mu Qinyi also frowned and shook his head.

"Hmm. Feng Yinqiu looked up and looked helplessly. At this time, the Sword of Benevolence was holding the Mage Motri's spell book, and was staring at the contents with murderous eyes, as if she wanted to crush the arcane recorded on it with her eyes, while the female mage not far away had a relaxed face, and a strange look of ridicule and expectation, and bit the shelled nut in her hand rattled. Now this dilapidated house has changed dramatically, and it is no longer the four broken walls that leaked wind and rain like before. It had been repaired by Mage Motri with arcane art, and then she thought it was too shabby and dirty, and kept getting some furniture, tables and chairs from outside, as well as a lot of miscellaneous bits and pieces, and even some juice and ale. Now it looks like a somewhat humble tavern. And just as Mu Qinyi said, the two of them, Master Motri and the Sword of Benevolence, quickly changed from being a little polite to each other at the beginning, and quickly turned into arguing and arguing with each other, coupled with the occasional arcane release, the noise made by these two people was not inferior to that of a group of half-drunk drunkards.

In fact, it was just a simple noise, and what really made Feng Yinqiu feel a headache was that he had hoped to see something from the Sword of Benevolence, but now he saw too much. The speed with which he understood the arcane formula surprised Mage Motri. All kinds of unbelievable, ideas that transcend common sense, and opinions scrambled to emerge one after another, making the female mage exclaim again and again that the intuitive way of thinking in the Western Continent was too magical, but Feng Yinqiu knew that it was not that right. But it seems impossible to know that it is evidence that it is controlled by the so-called evil will of the lower realm. Those opinions can only be called strange at best, and in any way not evil, and he is unscrupulous, as if he is afraid that others will not know and understand, and he has no intention of hiding it.

There is a saying in the rivers and lakes of Shenzhou that if the whole body is flawed, then there is no flaw. Of course, this statement is just laughing and generous, and deceiving laymen who don't know how to pretend to understand. But at this moment, Feng Yinqiu has such a feeling. There are too many things he wants to see, but if he thinks about it, none of them can be regarded as conclusive evidence, and he only feels a headache when and when he quarrels anytime and anywhere.

"Hey, it doesn't matter, it's really leisurely to think about it carefully...... Mu Qinyi next to him didn't have any troubles at all, stretched a long lazy waist, and showed his bumpy figure. Suddenly, she realized something again: "Hey, who's coming? It seems to be from the camp, don't Master Li make some kind of ghost name again." ”

Feng Yinqiu had already heard the footsteps from far and near, got up and walked out, just in time to see two soldiers from the envoy group coming over, followed by a familiar young man with a big face. The leading soldier bowed to him: "Ah, Mr. Wind. This Euro boy seems to have something important coming to you. ”

PS: The big sniper (Baoyue streamer), who is known as the author of the tiger head, has opened a new book: "The Book of Otherworlds". It's also an excellent brain hole, and it's a passable writing. This time, he vowed never to write a broken ending, and it is said that the outline has tens of thousands of words.