There was no need to question the master's order, and suddenly, the team was running.

The missions carried out by the followers are all public missions, and all of Silver Moon City knows what their new master is going to do.

"New masters prefer to pioneer, En...... There is also no class bias. ”

The elves' first image of Shane was formed by the impression he wanted to give the elves. Because people's impressions of leadership are difficult to change once they are formed, they must be steered in a beneficial direction.

So what kind of image do you want to create for yourself? At the present stage, it is an image of openness and pioneering, and in the later stage, it is iron-fisted and powerful, with a ruling power.

But the root of it all is inseparable from arcane prowess.

After finishing everything and waiting for the Dawnblade to finish resupplying, Sean finally had some time of his own to refine the arcane. The small nursery outside Yangfan Harbour, a two-story wooden hut, no one would believe that it was the master's residence.

The furnishings were exactly the same as they were before he left, with a layer of cloth and a thick layer of dust covering the household items, carrying his memories of the past. Wen Resa met him in the nursery and formed a fate.

Fingers point to the cleansing technique, the dust is swept away, and the followers immediately clean the room.

"Master, those kobolds and fishmen don't dare to get out of the nest."

The elf who was in charge of helping Shane take care of the little nursery cried and lost her face.

"The clan has even noticed this detail, to help maintain my little nursery?" Shane couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth, their wisdom accumulated over ancient time, and exerted a special cohesion.

Those 'big families' who are fighting internally can only be said to be lacking in foundation, they have not cultivated enough family style that will not be inherited, so they naturally can't be big, let alone gate valves.

"You stand down. I don't blame you. Shane waved his hand, and the followers in charge of the guards heard the words and shut him out.

Fish-men and kobolds, some wisdom but not with animals in the eyes of the elves, their beastly instincts sensed the presence of Shane's spirit, and hid and shivered. Not surprising.

His all-pervasive mental tentacles prevented any small changes around the hut from escaping his perception. There are some eyes in the dark that are watching him, it is the spying of other forces, it is not malicious, but it is also annoying, let the followers clean it up.

Shane plans to cross the sea. Go to Kalimdor, the home of the High Elves more than 6,000 years ago before they were exiled, and go there, of course, not to have a relationship with their relatives, the Night Elves. It's about finding the energy technology that can sustain a city to float. There was a city in memory, that technology, and their vast library, which was also the goal of this trip.

"Master, we've got rid of five spies, what should I do with them?" the followers are back, along with five unlucky ones.

"Throw them all into the sea," said Shane, "I don't want anyone to disturb me while I practice, you are guarding outside." ”

"Yes," the followers replied, guarding the door.

Finally there was a rare quiet time. Shane was lying on the familiar second-floor balcony, the early spring sun shining through.

His spirit slowly unleashed and replayed into reality. The surface of the lake is projected. It feels slightly cool, and when your feet fall on it, you feel that your shoes are wet, and if you look down, you will find that there are indeed water stains. The water is not a real substance, it is a projection of the evolution of the spirit, which takes back the spirit. Water stains will naturally disappear along with them, but for those who are affected by the effect. Any change is real.

The cold state of the lake is the focus effect. The state of warmth is a calming effect, and the state of vortex is an interference with reality. Shane mobilized his spirit slightly, the surface of the lake rotated, the scope was not large, and everything in the house was under the spiritual wash. Spiritual interference into reality, a trace of penetrating into the home wood grain, just move the thought, increase the mental investment, you can easily break them, reduce to particles smaller than dust. The Six Rings can't do anything to destroy the real substance, but the master level can.

But destruction is a means, not an end in itself, and Shane feels the critical point of destruction, adjusts his spirit to the point where he will not be broken, and maintains the critical output to exercise control. In the arcane, only the power that is under complete control belongs to the arcanist, and there is no room for sloppiness. Spells that focus on maximizing output are prone to be upset and then dismantled. At least, that's what he understands about arcane.

Time is very tight, there are too many things, although the Seven Rings have just stepped into the master realm, but the qualitative changes, various ability changes, mage knowledge, and core applications are like worlds of difference compared to before. Even an arcane has only one brain, and the cultivation items can only be done one by one. Sean seized every bit of time to practice, and if he wanted to be dominant, he had to accumulate bit by bit and achieve it in a down-to-earth manner.

The time of practice was always short, and when night fell, he had to stop his practice, and his spiritual tentacles sensed Sylvanas coming, and she shook off the following cordon, and as if no man's land, she climbed up to the second floor.

"You see, they're your followers?"

Knowing that Sylvanas would taunt, Shane didn't hear it, and the language came in from the left ear and out of the right ear. The female elf was resentful, they hadn't seen each other for a long time, and Sean had returned to Silvermoon City but had to travel far away.

"My biggest mistake in falling in love with you is that I finally know that the greatest sorrow of a woman is to fall in love with a mage. Do you know that it's tiring to like you, so tired that ...... To snatch your ownership with the Arcane. ”

"What if, I say, it's for you to seek to become stronger?"

"I... You... Hum! The female elf snorted coldly, and for a moment Sean felt that the female elf was not controlling her emotions, and when she saw her again, she turned her head slightly sideways, clasped her hands on her chest and tried to make an angry appearance, but the corners of her mouth were slightly curled unnaturally: "Is it also for Wen Rasa?" ”

"Yes"

"I know, but even if you pass the level," the female elf's resentment was mostly dispelled, "how long will you go this time?" ”

"Estimated three to four months"

"Well, my enemy is Arcane, and as compensation you have to accompany me until I set off."

"Row"

The mood of the female elf improved.

At this moment, the followers of the perimeter guard noticed that something was wrong and knocked on the door and came in, their faces embarrassed and red, ashamed of their dereliction of duty. Shane didn't blame them, but they each received ten lashes for themselves.

"It's all very qualified people, and I'm talking about real qualifications." Sylvanas received a rare compliment: "Shane, you have to be kind to them. ”

"It's because they're hungry for change that they've gathered under my command, and you're right, I'll treat them well," Shane said, cheering on his followers.

The next time is the time to accompany Sylvanas. However, the female elf said that she wanted Sean to accompany her, and it turned out that she accompanied Sean. She stayed quietly by Shane's side, watching him practice the arcane. Just rest and talk about your own business.

She swept the outlying strongholds of Zuaman, returned to Silvermoon City to report on work, and had a short vacation, taking advantage of the rare time to get together, to share with Shane, her life, and the joys and sorrows.

Half a month passed, and before departure, the keel of the ship built to adapt to the sea conditions of the North Sea was laid, and it was Shane and Sylvanas who laid down the first piece of wood together, and named it the Wind of the Northland.

The parting finally came, and Shane got away from the hustle and bustle of the Silver City and boarded the boat. There was a stir in the docks, but there was only one person in his eyes, and Sylvanas was equally reluctant to look at each other from afar.

The bell rang, the crew shouted to retract the anchor, and the Dawn Blade slowly departed, and she rode a chocobo and ran after her on the shore, across the woods, over the mountains, until there was not a single sail in sight.

Parting is for a better reunion. (To be continued)

ps: I slept for four hours yesterday, and I didn't have time to be lazy during the day, so I fell asleep in front of the computer and wrote, sorry. Tomorrow, I will take a day off and see if I can double watch