"Wren, Milton graduated from Brook House and is a rare wizarding school like you, he is a panacea wizard, you are a battle wizard, the two of you can have a good exchange. ”

Pollock introduced with a smile.

Milton looked humble and said: "I'm almost thirty years old, and I have only reached the second-level wizard, and my strength is average, so I dare not compare with Wren." ”

"That's better than me, in fact, I don't know a spell, haha......" Wren told the truth in a joking tone.

Everyone laughed, and no one believed Wren's words.

Sure enough, sometimes no one believes the truth.

Wren muttered to himself, and at the same time became a little suspicious of Milton.

Milton was obviously a third-level wizard, but he told his teammates that he was second-level, and when he mentioned his level, the soul color changed quickly, and his mood fluctuated greatly, obviously lying, and hiding a lot of things.

Although Milton did not show hostility, the nervousness in his heart was unusual.

The emotions of the other teammates are normal, why is he like this?

Unless it's a weak heart.

Wren looked impassive and asked curiously, "Milton, Bruvoz is a bit far away from our Longshande, how did you come to Longshande to join the Demon Slayer team?"

Brookons is both a large city and the most famous transcendent academy in the Empire, probably one of them.

Located in the capital of East, the eastern province of the Empire, this transcendent academy has an extremely long history, dating back to the beginning of this era, and even older than the Empire. Although the current dean is not a Holy Soul Wizard, he is also a powerful high-level legendary wizard, with high morality and high esteem, students all over the world, known as the first person under the Holy Soul, and he may be promoted at any time.

Students who usually graduate from Bruwarts either stay in East, or head north to the imperial capital of Nosriel, or south to the most prosperous Mordo, which is hard to come across in Lonsander.

Milton looked at Albena beside him, his eyes were full of affection, and Albena looked back at him a little shyly, her expression was very sweet.

Wren immediately guessed the reason, and it was another cliché love story.

Pollock replied to Milton: "Milton graduated from the academy and was supposed to travel to the empire to gain knowledge, but last year he met Albena when he passed through Longshande, and was captured by our beautiful Albena, so he stayed, hahaha......"

Milton smiled and nodded, leaning close to Albena.

"Alas, don't show it off in front of us, hurry up and open a room!"

"It's just, I can't stand it anymore......"

The teammates all started to heckle and make fun of the lovers.

Wren also joked a few words, but his heart was even more confused.

It is indeed a pair of very affectionate lovers, judging by the color of the soul, Albena loves Milton very much, but Milton does not have the same response.

The color of his soul is only light green, which indicates a certain degree of liking, but on the edge of love, it is not profound.

At least, Milton didn't love his lover as much as he seemed.

Concealing strength and disguising feelings, what is the purpose of this Wizard of All Souls?

Wren secretly guessed that because there was too little information to judge, he could only remember this matter, keep an eye on it, and be more vigilant when he contacted Milton in the future.

After that, everyone talked and laughed and ate, and Rennes and his teammates became acquainted.

Hargrove, who originally had some prejudices against Wren, drank a few glasses of wine and forcibly tried to compete with Wren's wrists.

Wren deliberately released the water, and the two won and lost each other, which made Hargrove both surprised and proud, and immediately called Wren a brother, and almost didn't have a confidant.

A very successful welcome dinner.

Wren secretly used the eye of the soul to probably find out the personalities of his teammates.

Needless to say, Captain Pollock has been in contact a few times and is a very enthusiastic good man.

Hargrove is the quintessential berserker, a simple-minded reckless man, and Frida, because she is a holy swordsman and believes in the god of justice, has a somewhat old-fashioned personality and is cautious in her speech, but she does not lose the heroic spirit of a young woman, as long as she does not violate the doctrine and the law in front of her, she is a very good person.

Eli the Shadow Warrior is a very common young man, who loves to play and make trouble, lively and cheerful.

However, Wren noticed that he had a crush on Albena, and his mood darkened every time his eyes swept over Albena and Milton.

It's just that Eli is well disguised, and if Wren didn't have the Soul Eye, he wouldn't have discovered this little secret.

Albena, on the other hand, is completely a woman in love, with a shy personality, and her attention is almost all on Milton, rarely speaking.

The most incomprehensible thing for Wren is Milton, this man is scheming and inconsistent.

But on the surface, Milton comes across as steady and funny, knowledgeable, has his own opinions on many things, and often talks eloquently, very much in line with his status as a wizard.

In comparison, Wren is a little inferior.

Perhaps in addition to being handsome and strong, in other aspects, Milton is superior.

The welcome party lasted late, and at the end of the day, Wren insisted on paying the bill himself, citing that he had just received a bounty.

The cost is not much, less than a gold shield, but this move has won more favor from his teammates.

The next morning, after meditating, Wren came to the demon slaying team.

Last night, I told Captain Pollock to learn griffon riding today.

In the large stable next to the martial arts training ground, there was already someone waiting, his hair was gray, his forehead was wrinkled, the corners of his eyes drooped, he looked to be over fifty years old, he was wearing leather armor, and he carried a large bucket of fresh meat in his hands.

"You're Wren?" asked the old man.

"It's me, Mr. Martin. Wren greeted him.

He learned from Pollock that the griffons of the demon slayer were all domesticated by this old Martin, and that all those who wanted to learn how to ride should ask him for advice.

Wren looked at it with the eye of his soul and found that this old Martin was also a transcendent, his profession was a ranger, but he was only a second-level person, and his soul state was very poor, which was worse than the transcendent who had just changed his soul.

Transcendents also age with age, their strength declines, and their souls decline.

However, the spirit of old Martin seems to be okay, much better than that of ordinary old people.

Because of the torture of the Blood Soul Curse, ordinary people over the age of fifty will have a sharp decline in their physical and mental condition, and they will basically lose their labor force at the age of sixty, and basically do not live to be seventy years old.

Old Martin was also looking at Wren, his eyes were still clear, not as muddy as ordinary old people, and nodded: "Come with me." ”

Wren followed him into the stables.

A burst of roars rang out, this kind of roar was different from ordinary beasts, and when I heard it, I felt an inexplicable fear in my heart, as if I was shocked by the roar.

Wren followed the sound and saw that the stables were divided into compartments, extending out in a row, each compartment was more than ten square meters in size, very spacious.

In the intersection, there lives a strange and huge beast.

Wren had seen it in the academy's textbooks and the Book of a Thousand Souls, and it was none other than a griffin.

They are a combination of an eagle and a male lion, the upper body is the head and wings of an eagle, the lower body is the body and claws of a lion, the main body trunk is nearly three meters, if you add the lion's tail it is more than four meters, the back half of the body is muscular, the front half is covered with brown feathers, majestic and majestic, exuding a dangerous aura.

There were twelve griffons in the stables, some resting on the ground, some walking around in sections, seemingly excited.

Four workers are cleaning the griffin.

Weighing more than a thousand pounds, griffons are considered behemoths in the eyes of the people.

The workers stuffed cotton in their ears so as not to be frightened by the roar of the griffins, and they took care of every feather and every inch of skin as if they were the most precious horses.

Wren observes the griffons with the eye of his soul and discovers that they are all beginner-level magical beasts.

There is only one element in the griffon's soul called the "psychic scream", which is why their roar has a deterrent effect and is their means of prey.

Wren was a little excited, he had never ridden a horse in his life, let alone ridden a griffin.

Old Martin walked into a compartment, and the griffons inside saw him and immediately leaned down and rubbed against him.

"You come in too, don't be afraid. ”

Old Martin stroked the griffin with his hand, and its eyes showed a look of comfort, and soon it purred, and it was as docile as a pet cat.

Wren wasn't very afraid of griffins, and the beginner beasts didn't pose much threat to him, even if he let the griffons bite him, they wouldn't lose a piece of meat.

He approached and, at the signal of old Martin, put his hand on the griffin.

The griffin reacted immediately, turned his head to look at Wren, his eyes were a little vigilant, and the huge eagle head sniffed in front of Wren, but under the comfort of old Martin, it gradually relaxed.

"You feed it a little horse meat. ”

Old Martin instructed: "I deliberately did not feed this griffin in the morning, so let you feed it and be close to it." ”

Wren knew that the griffin loved horse meat, so he lifted the vat on the ground and used his iron tongs to pinch out a large piece of fresh horse meat and bring it to the griffin's mouth.

It was puzzled for a moment, but finally could not resist the temptation of the food, and swallowed it in large gulps.

"Keep feeding. Old Martin commanded.

Wren did so, the griffon ate a lot, this large vat of horse meat weighed more than thirty pounds, and it was eaten all by it in a few minutes, and it was still full of taste, looking at Wren expectantly.

"Okay, you can't overfeed it, you keep touching it. ”

Old Martin knew the griffon's temperament very well, and took a set of leather locks like safety ropes from the wall next to him and put them on Wren. The end of the safety rope has a metal buckle that can be fastened to the griffin's saddle to prevent accidents and falls from the sky.

"Novices have to tie safety ropes, and when you become proficient in the future, you don't have to be so troublesome. ”

Maraudin tells Wren to climb onto the griffin's back, tighten the rope, and then explain to him how to control the griffin's flight.

Because it flies in the sky and is smoother than a horse running on the ground, griffon riding is a bit easier than riding.

These griffons have been trained for a long time to give flight commands by colliding their feet with their ventral sides. For example, a kick with the left foot is a left turn, the right foot is a right turn, the clamping of the legs is a downward dive, and so on.

If you are familiar enough with griffins, you can command them directly with a password.

Wren practiced on the ground a few times and quickly mastered the commands, working well with the griffon.

With the help of Martin Sr., Wren rode the griffin out of the stable, took a deep breath, calmed down, and patted it on the back.

The griffon immediately sped up and ran, spreading its wings and slamming into the sky.