Mayer was followed by four men, among whom the burly middle-aged man in military uniform was his number one general, Manfred, the most outstanding sandworm knight in Medes, and the commander of one of the two ace troops in Medes, the "Sand Knights". Beside General Manfred was a short, pale-faced psychic mancer, and Steig, a high-ranking telepathic from the Rosenthal family, was Mayer's chief of staff and the most relied upon number one "think tank" of His Excellency the Governor.

The tattooed druid on Steg's left is none other than Master Gaude, who was reinstated as an instructor of the Wind Knights, one of the two elite units in Medes, before he traveled to Mochizuki City on the orders of Mayer to train the Sphinx for Baron Hurd. The depressed man beside Gao De was Baron Hurd, who had just escaped from Mochizuki Castle last night, and he stood guard outside the door this morning to ask to see Meyer, and finally saw the ruler of Medes, and immediately cried to the other party about what had happened to him, and Bawang Meyer was able to pull him for the sake of all these years of friendship - and the gold mines of Mochizuki Mountain.

The disastrous defeat at the Battle of Mochizuki Castle woke Baron Hurd from his sweet sleep, and now he is penniless and in a foreign land, and he does not dare to expect Mayer to send troops to help him retake Mochizuki City.

The bad news brought by Baron Hurd made Mayer very unhappy, but he did not show his bad mood on his face, turned back and smiled and said to the entourage: "You are tired after walking with me for half an hour, aren't you?" Sit down and rest, and talk about something later, there will be a way to solve it eventually. As he spoke, he sat down on the stone pier by the river, stretched out his right hand, his palm spread upward, and his eyes sparkled with spiritual energy.

A stream of psychic energy rose from Meyer's palm, and the pure spiritual power unexpectedly condensed into an entity, like a blue flame beating in his palm, and quickly shaped into an ice-blue crystal clear short sword.

Baron Hurd stood behind Meyer with his hands down, his eyes crossed the other party's shoulder, and he couldn't help but change color slightly when he saw the blue short sword created out of thin air. He had known Mayer for eight years, and of course he knew that the other party was born in the Rosenthal tribe, the Desert Psionic Royal Clan, and was born with a talent for supernatural abilities, and was a high-level "soul blader".

The class "Soul Blader" requires psionic talents, but instead of spending energy cultivating psychic abilities like Psychic Warlocks or Psychic Samurai, they directly extract their own spiritual energy and shape it into weapons, which is called "Mind Blade" or "Soul Blade", hence the title "Soul Blader".

As the class level of the Soul Blade increases, the ability to shape and control the "Mind Blade" is also enhanced, and the soul weapons created can not only simulate various enchantment effects, but also change the shape at will, and evolve infinite uses.

Mayer maintains a state of "mental concentration", if there is a substantial gaze staring at the blade in his hand, the blue short sword follows his mind and stretches by itself, turning into a fishing rod, the tip of the fishing rod seems to melt maltose, pulling out a long and slender psionic fishing line, the end of the fishing line squirms slightly, and it shapes a vivid butterfly by itself, flapping a pair of blue wings under the remote control of Mayer's spiritual power, flying in the air close to the surface of the river.

Baron Hurd was amazed by this magical performance of mind control, and he held his breath and stared at the fishing rod in Mayer's hand transformed from a "mind blade".

At this moment, the water ripples, and a red-scaled carp leaps up with its head held high, opens its mouth and bites the butterfly that is acting as bait.

"Hooked!" Meyer smiled, gripped his rod and tried to catch the fat carp, when he suddenly stopped again, the smile on his face was gone, and his eyes were fixed on the grass by the river.

A white water snake poked its head out of the grass, quickly jumped into the river, swam against the surface of the river, and pounced on the carp that was struggling to bite the hook.

"What a bold man, he dares to rob my prey!" Mayer sneered and narrowed his eyes, a sharp light bursting from the depths of his pupils. The Rosenthal family's gifted ability, "Brain Lock", radiated through the gaze, like an invisible blade piercing deep into the head of the water snake, instantly locking its thinking ability.

As if struck by lightning, the water snake twitched violently a few times and quickly sank to the bottom of the river.

Meyer snorted, gathered the line, plucked the carp from the hook, looked down at it, and threw it into the river. The carp that had recovered a life fell into the water with a pop and dived to the bottom of the river with its tail flapping.

The corners of Mayer's lips rose slightly, his wrist flicked, and the fishing tackle shaped by mental energy disappeared out of thin air. Seeing the fish go away, His Excellency the governor of the Medes fell into deep thought.

The title "Prince" was not valuable in the polygamous aristocracy of the desert, and there were no less than thirty or forty princes of the Rosenthal family, and Mayer's distinction was first reflected in the fact that he was the younger brother of the contemporary witch queen and Marquise of Canaan, Judy Rosenthal Zion, and secondly, because he himself was indeed extraordinarily talented.

Known as the "Mind Bearer Family", Rosenthal has a "Psychic Enchantment" Warlock Heritage, but only a very small number of people with superior intelligence can master this lineage, such as Mayer's sister Judy. Mayer himself was not very intellectually stellar, but he took a different path, choosing another psionic inheritance, the Soul Blader, as his transcendent profession, and rose to a very high level at a young age, which earned him respect in his family, as well as his sister and brother-in-law, who entrusted him with the management of such an important frontier fortress as Medes.

Meyer was ambitious and kept trying to push the border line under his feet deep into the desert. The Celestial Desert stretches from under the walls of the Medes to the distant Golden Horn, and the seemingly barren yellow sand is rich in treasures, silver, gold, precious stones, and magic crystals, and countless adventurers have come to find a fortune for thousands of years, but most of them have been reduced to a white skeleton in the yellow sand.

The greatest threat in the desert is the six Witch King Families, each of whom occupies a piece of territory and fights for the mines. The chaos stretches from the edge of the desert to the Twilight Dales, where the Order of Naluo and the Parnians have a feud over the rich reserves of Magic Crystals.

Today's Great Desert is like a dry powder keg, and any spark may cause a scuffle among the races. Meyer was not a fool of arrogance, not to mention that his sister and brother-in-law had repeatedly reminded him that he did not try to seek profit in the Twilight Valley, and was careful not to intervene in the disputes between the major witch families, but set his sights on the other side of the Crescent River, the frontier of the Far Eastern Province of the Assanian Empire.