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The big-faced young man saluted to Feng Yinqiu, and Mu Qinyi, who came out after hearing the sound.

"It's you, son of Lord Roynala, Governor of Harbour...... Your name is Angelo, isn't it? Feng Yinqiu recognized this teenager as one of the three teenagers he had rescued in Ashdale Town.

"Ah, it's you. Mu Qinyi also recognized him, and his expression darkened. "I've heard about your teacher. It's a shame that I wasn't able to fight with you at the last minute. He was a truly courageous aristocratic gentleman and I will always remember him. ”

Behind the two of them, Master Motri, who walked over, also saw the young man, and a rather strange expression appeared on his face, but he quickly regained his composure. But because of the location, no one saw her strange expression.

"What is the matter with your two classmates?"

"The two of them are gone. After going south to the jurisdiction of the Southern Legion and then transferring back to Oroyosta, their families all have people serving in the Southern Legion, so there should be no security problems. It's just that I'm still a little emotionally unstable. I didn't leave with them because there were things I still wanted to ...... Huh, may I ask this lady who are you...?" By this time the soldier who had brought him had returned, and the Sword of Benevolence was still in the corner of the room, looking intently at the spell book, and there was silence all around. However, Angelo was stunned by the mage Motri who had just come out of the house, and although the mage robe had been purchased after arriving in Osstar City, it carried a badge that she had been wearing before. Feng Yinqiu and Mu Qinyi didn't recognize what it was, but Angelo could see at a glance that it was the sign that belonged to the Arcane Academy.

"Hello, I'm Jaryse Albert Motri, assistant to Professor Jefferson in the Department of Arcane Theory at the Royal Arcane Academy. The female mage smiled slightly. She had been carrying this badge deliberately, and it really played the expected role at this time. "I've heard about you and your teacher, it's very regrettable, he's a true nobleman, a respectable mage. I had listened to his literature and arcane history classes, and I was impressed by his wit and knowledge. ”

"Ahh Hello, Ms. Motri. I'm Angelo Roynara Rothschild, a second-year student at the academy. Professor Jefferson's theoretical knowledge is well-known in the Arcane Academy, but unfortunately it is a course that can only be taken by senior students from the third year onwards, so I am sorry that I have not met you. "Being able to meet a teacher from the Arcane Academy here, even if he is only a teaching assistant, makes the big-faced boy feel like he has met his old acquaintance in a foreign country. Although this is his hometown, his heart no longer belongs to the West Coast. "It's a pleasure to meet you here, how did you get here?"

"Some time ago, I went to the lizard swamp in the east to explore a relic found by sorting out the data, but I was attacked by the hired mercenaries, thanks to Mr. Feng and Ms. Mu, they were also there, and they happened to come and save me when they heard the news. Because of the discovery of the power fragments of the Floating City in that ruin, I was judged by the West Coast Mage Council to have violated the laws of the West Coast and was a restricted alien mage, but they have now transferred their surveillance rights to the envoys of the 'Qian' Empire. Now I'm just waiting for Mr. and Mrs. Mu to go back to Oroyusta. ”

"Ah, I see. It turns out that the fragment of the Floating City excavated from the ruins is because of you, and I said how could a West Coast mage have the courage to do such a thing. It's a shame to hear that they're going to send that fragment to the Temple of War at the headquarters of the Southern Legion to be placed. I don't know if the Arcane Academy can find a way to get this fragment, but I think this Arcane legacy from the Age of Empires is the only correct way to dispose of it for academic research......"

"You really care about current affairs as much as many students in the college. But we'll have a little talk when we have time. You came here today to find Mr. Feng. ”

"Ah, yes. The big-faced young man coughed, the expression on his face became serious and solemn again, and his attention was also focused on Feng Yinqiu again. "Mr. Feng, I came to you today because I have an important matter to ask you. Do you know that the murderer of my teacher, the vicious leader of the dwarves, is already helping your legates build the road?"

"Yes, I know. Feng Yinqiu nodded.

"Your actions in Greydale have saved hundreds of lives, including me and two of my classmates. If it weren't for you, we might all have become blood sacrifices to that cult ritual, and I can't thank you enough for how much I have in charge. You could have left alone, but risked your life to save so many people and stayed behind to fight the cultists and dwarves. You have seen with your own eyes how evil and violent that dwarf is, and how bloody his hands are. Why would a man like you allow such wicked people to serve your legates? I heard that you are not the chief of staff of this legation? Can't you see that they are seeking your refuge?"

Feng Yinqiu shook his head slightly and replied, "You listened to your father." In fact, my position as Chief of Staff was only temporarily appointed to facilitate communication with the Mage Council, and even the top commander of our envoy corps did not recognize it. Strictly speaking, I'm just a supernumerary, and I don't have any real power within the legations. ”

"Is that so?" the big-faced young man looked stunned and disappointed, and then continued to ask, "But are you just turning a blind eye to it? Those dwarves are essentially bloody criminals no matter what they are doing now, and you know very well that you have fought with them to the death. You have so much power, can't you do something?"

"That's right!" Mu Qinyi on the side also loudly agreed. "Those filthy and vile, bloody-armed barbarians are disgusting. It makes me sick to breathe the same air with them, and I think we can quietly find a chance to kill the leader called Jinshi!"

Feng Yinqiu couldn't help but glance at Mu Qinyi. This female cultivator of the Shenshui Palace not only can't rub a little sand in her eyes, but also likes to deal with things like this simple and rude, if it wasn't for Liu Xuanying's signal, those Rite Lords, including Lord Li, might have been choked to death by saliva inexplicably and choked to death by eating. Now in the face of these dwarves that she hated even more, the killing intent in her heart must have been a thousand times stronger than that of Lord Reibu, who just felt that was in the way.

Looking at the white eyes of Feng Yinqiu, Mu Qinyi also made a grimace in response. In fact, she has long been dissatisfied with the so-called 'taking care of the overall situation' attitude of these men as Feng Yinqiu and Liu Xuanying. also knew that the dwarf leader called Jinshi was extraordinary, and she would never be able to deal with it herself, otherwise she would have found an opportunity to do it by herself, or with a female mage.

"It's not that simple, kid. Feng Yinqiu sighed. "If we were all beasts in the wilderness, I wouldn't let this fierce and evil dwarf enter my sight. But since it is a society of people, there must be some concerns. The highest commander of the legation is in need of such a helper, and even if I don't agree, I can't stop it for no reason. Besides, since he's the murderer of your teacher, you should report it to the local mage council, right?

Before Angelo could speak, Mage Motri next to him replied with a sneer: "Of course. Because the true aristocracy from the Oroyosta Arcane Academy will only make these bureaucratic aristocrats on the West Coast ashamed of themselves. ”

"Yes. The big-faced young man glanced at the female mage and agreed. "Although I was born on the West Coast, and am barely a member of a noble family on the West Coast, I do not disagree with Ms. Motri at all. ”

"What about the Arcane Academy? What about the clan to which the gentleman belongs? They don't sit idly by, do they? I think the knights of the clan who fled from Ashenvale will definitely get the word back. ”

"But if you want to move around the West Coast with the words of an alien mage, it will not be easy to do without any assistance, and you may be hindered a lot. This dwarf in particular is now sheltered under your legacy. Whether it's the Council of Mages, the temple or the church, even the gods don't have a true god of justice and fairness. What I just want to know now is whether even a righteous man like you should submit to all kinds of scruples and concerns? Is it so difficult for justice and justice in this world to be upheld? If so, please tell me your scruples, and I will do everything I can to solve them for you. Because now you are the only one in my heart who deserves to be entrusted with justice. ”

Looking at the young man in front of him panting slightly because he was too excited, Feng Yinqiu really didn't know how to answer for a while. People at this age tend to oversimplify everything, but the truth is clearly not what they think. And to make them understand this, words alone are not enough.

"I have the same attitude as this teenager on this issue. Mu Qinyi, who was on the side, rolled his eyes and spoke. "Mr. Wind, now you are the only one who can preside over justice. Since you can ignore your own safety in such a critical situation in Gray Valley Town, there is no reason why you would be indifferent at this time, right? ”

The female mage on the side also raised her hand as if joining in the fun: "Ah, yes, count me in." I've heard about Mr. Wind's heroic actions in that small town to the north. For those evil dwarves, they really should be eliminated. ”

"You two ......" Feng Yinqiu frowned and looked at Mu Qinyi and the female mage, it seems that this 'only villains and women are difficult to raise' is the same regardless of everything.

"Haha, don't bother Mr. Wind. Where could there be a clearer question of justice than I, the spokesman of love and justice?"

A tall figure walked out of the room with a rough voice, it was the sword of benevolence that was still reading a book before.

"You... You're—" As soon as Angelo saw this figure, Angelo immediately took a few steps back, and his face couldn't help but turn a little pale. Although it was the Sword of Benevolence that saved them from the dwarves after that festival, the fear of the cult high priest was still deeply imprinted on him.

"Don't panic, boy. Standing in front of you is the sword of benevolence, a warrior who knows love and justice, and the only close comrade-in-arms of Mr. Feng who is worthy of entrusting justice in your eyes. I'm here to answer all your questions. Actually, you can rest assured that no one here has a good impression of that evil dwarf, including me. I wouldn't mind screwing his earthy-smelling head off when I had the chance. But if you come to harass Mr. Wind with these two stupid women, it means that you don't understand what justice is all about. ”

"Hey, what do you mean by stupid woman?" the female mage was upset again.

Looking at the smug look on this big man's face, and seeing if the people around him were surprised, Angelo finally didn't panic much, and reluctantly nodded and said, "Then may I ask this... Your Excellency the Sword of Benevolence, do you mean I shouldn't have come to ask Mr. Wind?"

"Of course. How can you pin your hope in others for the justice you seek yourself. The Sword of Benevolence gave a look of remembrance. "Once upon a time, I had the same confusion as you. At that time, all my brothers had been killed, and I myself had been unjustly accused. I was also confused and angry, feeling that there was no justice and justice in this world, and always expecting others to give me justice. But then I consulted a respected sage, and the sage said to me, you don't have to go anywhere else to seek justice, because justice is in you. ”

"In my own place...?" the big-faced boy showed a large confused expression.

"Don't you understand? Didn't you just say that there are no gods of justice and fairness, because there is no need, life itself is justice. What is justice? It is the most appropriate and appropriate moral norm for life itself. Justice is in everyone's heart! Seeing the weak and being bullied, they will sympathize and be angry, and hope for more order and more kindness and friendship, this is human instinct, and the impulse that radiates from the deepest part of the heart is justice!"

"Ahh Yes, you're right. Angelo seemed to have some understanding.

"So look no further than justice. Your own justice needs to be found and discovered by yourself step by step. It's a very slow process, and Mr. Feng and I have been tempered for decades to get to the point where we look up to you now. ”

"Ahh I see what you mean...... My father had said something similar before. But I'm too weak to do anything now......"

"Don't worry, boy. When you continue to sharpen your will in the face of the difficulties of reality, and at the same time explore your potential inwardly, and know the truth of justice, you will naturally enrich your strength. The power of life itself, the power of righteousness is endless!" laughed the Sword of Love. "Just like me. After comprehending the true meaning of love and justice, even if you start from scratch to learn your arcane system, it is only a short period of less than a month, and you have passed the realm that countless arcane masters have spent decades not being able to reach, and now you can use the five-ring arcane art!

"What? Really, did you learn the Five Rings Arcane in a month?" Angelo was still ignorant about the true meaning of justice and so on, but the meaning of this achievement could not be more understood, and his eyes suddenly opened and almost flew out of the restraints of that big face.

"Five-ring arcane, do you mean you're confident in using it now?" the female mage was equally surprised. "It's impossible, those formulas can't be understood without a decent amount of basic mathematical ability. Do you have such advanced mathematics in the Western Continent? Even if you did, you wouldn't have studied it. ”

"There is no impossibility in front of the warriors of love and justice. Even though you didn't make the promise out of timidity, I don't mind crushing your poor pride with facts. The Sword of Benevolence smiled coldly and waved at Angelo, who was stunned next to him. "Boy, get out of the way. I'm going to cast a spell in the name of justice. ”

Angelo hurriedly ran two steps to the side. Turning his head, he saw that Feng Yinqiu and Mu Qinyi were unmoved, with a somewhat helpless expression on their faces, obviously this situation has not been once or twice in these days.

"Get out of the way a little more!" the Sword of Benevolence looked dissatisfied with the distance. The big-faced boy hurriedly continued to run away for a distance. Then the Sword of Benevolence closed its eyes and began to chant in a low voice.

"Well, this auxiliary pronunciation is pretty standard......" Mage Motteri had to nod in acknowledgement. The essence of arcane art is purely to use spiritual power to communicate with the magic web, vibrational laws, but hundreds of years of development have still derived many auxiliary means, using specific sounds to assist in the use of mental power, as well as calculating formulas, which are extremely professional arcane techniques. Out of temptation and some other profound thoughts, she has been teaching these advanced courses that can only be found in the Arcane Academy in the past few days, and she is really surprised that this seemingly crazy Westerner can learn to master them all.

"But you're so slow... If not, don't force it. I'm really worried that your mental power will get out of control again and blow up part of your brain...... And it's a standard combat arcane, do you want to do it in a minute or two? If it's a real fight, even if you're facing a group of goblins, you can bite you to death with your teeth......"

The casting of the Sword of Benevolence this time was indeed a little too slow, and he closed his eyes and chanted for more than ten seconds without any movement, looking at his gritted teeth and green tendons exposed, as if he was really using the brute force of his flesh to push his spirit to hook up the magic net. Master Motteri was surprised and amused, and couldn't help but laugh. Feng Yinqiu and Mu Qinyi on the side also had strange expressions, while Angelo, the big-faced young man who had fled into the distance, was already dumbfounded.

Just when the expression on the face of the Sword of Benevolence was already extremely hard, and it seemed that he was about to be unable to hold on, and even Master Motri couldn't help but stop the taunt in his mouth, suddenly there was a loud sound, and dozens of black tentacles as thick as a python's thigh were generated from the void and rolled towards the three of Feng Yinqiu who were watching intently.

Caught off guard and close at hand, the female mage and Feng Yinqiu were instantly overwhelmed by the black tentacles surging up around them, but Mu Qinyi, who was a little farther away, reacted extremely quickly, as if instinctively, he was lifted high by a stream of water and out of the entangled range of those black tentacles.

With a few sounds, several black tentacles wrapped around Feng Yinqiu exploded, turning into bursts of black smoke and dissipating, and Feng Yinqiu took the opportunity to retreat. The tentacles that these force fields and other energy were mixed with were actually extremely tough, enough to tear cattle and horses alive when they were running at full strength, but they were nothing in front of him. Not only pure power, but the powerful flesh and blood aura contained in his body also had a strong interference effect on these arcane constructs.

Mu Qinyi seemed even more relaxed than him. Those black tentacles only instinctively wrapped around the things around her, but the current that held her was never cut off no matter how they were entangled, and they were up and down, but they kept her firmly in the air.

The only one who couldn't get out of those black tentacles was Mage Motri. Those force field tentacles that were just entangled according to the fixed program were like leeches that smelled blood, all wrapped around this only target, and she obviously had no ability to break free, and she couldn't even cast arcane magic under the entanglement, and in the blink of an eye, she was wrapped in a black sphere like a ball of thread.

"Hey~~!Let go of me, damn it, help~!" The female mage's cry for help came from the sphere wrapped in black tentacles, but fortunately, she was still full of energy. It seems that the power of these tentacles is still quite controllable, otherwise the five-ring combat arcane is not just used for entanglement, the real power is enough to tear large animals apart alive.

The Sword of Benevolence took a breath, shook its head, cleared up the mind that had just been used a little excessively, and immediately stared at the entangled female mage and laughed: "Haha, enjoy the tentacle entanglement of justice." Then he turned to Angelo in the distance and shouted, "See? This is the power of justice!"

Behind him, Feng Yinqiu's brows furrowed, looking at the back of this man who was becoming more and more strange. He only felt a dull pain in his head again.

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South, the temple of the god of war in the Scorching Fortress.

"Lord Baron, why did you come to me?" High Priest Tony stared at little Baron Aria in front of him, and the two handsome secretaries behind him. He didn't like this fat man very much, and most of the reason was because of this fat man's sexual orientation. Although he was sure that this fat man would never have the slightest desire for himself, he also felt uncomfortable in the same space with such a person.

Especially not long ago, one of the fat man's beloved secretaries was smashed into pulp by a punch from the Legion Commander, but he found two more so quickly, which shows that his hobby in this area is very deep and very firm.

"I wanted to ask, what is Your Excellency High Priestess going to do next?" Baron Aria smiled as if he could not see the obvious disgust in the High Priest's eyes. "As you know, the plan on the Ossin side has largely succeeded, and I think the Sun Temple and the Guardian Hand will soon hand over that fragment. The only surprise now is that the Temple of War, the Sovud Warrior who was supposed to promote the reputation of the Temple of War was defeated by a Westerner, which is completely opposite to our expectations......"

"I see! You don't have to say it! The Temple of War will definitely regain its honor! We will send even stronger warriors!" the High Priest roared, and it took some self-control to keep himself from punching the fat man in the face and telling him to shut up. "Sovud was just the champion fighter of the previous year, and our rookie this year is even stronger!

"Eh... No, that's not what I meant. Little Baron Aria waved his hand, turned and took a few pages from the secretary's hand, and handed them to the high priest. "Look, this is the intel that the Night Stalkers have gathered about that Westerner. Do you think such a person can join the Temple of the God of War?"

"Join the Temple of the God of War?" the high priest was stunned, this was a direction he hadn't thought of at all, this fat man who was good at conspiracing in the shadows seemed to have a different way of thinking than ordinary people. But when he thought about it, he didn't think it was a bad idea. The purpose of the Temple of War is to fight, and everything else is secondary. And if you really join the Temple of War, the victory over the Sovud Fighter will become a feat. “... As long as he wants to, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with that. The combat skills of the Western Continent are indeed very skillful, and the inheritance is more profound than ours, and my teacher once highly respected them. But how do you convince him? Westerners seem to be despicable and untrustworthy. ”

"Didn't he once want to establish a new sect and a new faith, how could he be an unbeliever? And you don't know, High Priest, that it is the unbelievers who are better able to communicate, because they do not have any rigid creeds and rules. Little Baron Aria smiled and took the information from the high priest's hand and looked at it. “...... You see, he smuggled here alone, and should have committed a serious crime in the Western Continent...... After being accepted by the Western family here, he began to form a revenge cult, and he was the only one who survived after the failure of the previous god worship, but he was affected by a considerable mental impact and became a little abnormal...... I think such a person should be easily impressed, as long as you can get to the bottom of him and give him enough conditions......"

"What will be the conditions?"

"Money, women, power, hatred...... That's all there is to it—" Little Baron Aria smiled more and more happily, as if he had seen that this powerful Westerner had been bought off by his terms. "I believe that there is always a condition that he cannot refuse. ”