Hadrrig's father, Sir Roland, gave Liszt and Mira a a warm welcome and prepared a sumptuous dinner for them. After eating and drinking, Liszt and the others also told Sir about the adventures along the way, so that he could listen to them with relish. And the erudite Sir Roland's incomparable wealth of insight also impressed Liszt.

Sir Roland had known about the destruction of the town before Liszt and the others had returned, and the well-informed nobles had apparently known much about it.

"As far as I know, there are only a handful of mages who can unleash such powerful meteorite magic. Child, you are the only survivor, do you know the name of the mage? Or some of his traits can too. Roland frowned and fell into thought.

"All I know is that his name is Issad, and he's an evil mage. I don't really know about the rest. "Liszt had concealed the information in his father's diary, and that Vizjata was too mysterious to be killed.

"Isad, well, the name, I remember......," Sir Roland muttered for a moment, as if he had thought of something, and immediately got up and strode over to a bookshelf, and took out a thick book from it, flipped it, and after a short time stopped. I knew there could be no one else but him. Sir Roland sighed.

"You know this guy?" Liszt and Mira, as well as Hadrrig, who was standing next to him, were curious, it was an archmage.

"Of course, all mages are monsters, and Isad is the best of the best." Roland said slowly, "According to history, Issad was born after the last war of the mage tribes, that is, about 1,200 years ago. ”

The three of Liszt were shocked, how could anyone live so long!

"Marvel at his longevity? In fact, although this is not much for a mage, it is not a very difficult thing to do. Not to mention Issad. He had long been the patriarch of the Ishali Mages and the leader of the Vizjere tribe. Dominates the land of Kaltim. "Although Kaltim was run by the Confederation of Trades, it was the few remaining mage tribes that really came to power. More than 700 years ago, Issad traveled to the Sea of Twin Sons, hunted down a gigantic sea creature, and crafted its eyes into an incredibly powerful artifact known as the 'Pupil'. This artifact once made Isad the pinnacle of mages - it was able to communicate with the legendary 'Aether', allowing Issad to travel through space in a form that was currently incomprehensible. No one could defend against his attacks, and no one could attack him. If it weren't for his later addiction to demonic powers, he would have even surpassed Ta Rasha to become the greatest mage. Sir Roland sighed.

But how could he be so easily killed by his father? Is it still the power of shadows? It's a pity that there is no one to answer Liszt's doubts, and something as evil as a shadow can cause a lot of trouble.

"Although Issad is strong, his fall is not unexpected." Roland smiled and said, "For a mage, the most important thing is not magic, but wisdom, and Isad, who has fallen into a madness with demonic power, is no longer worthy of being called a mage, he is nothing more than a poor madman." ”

"Okay friends, the story is almost over, it's not too early, I think I can arrange accommodation for you, we still have a lot of time, I'll be happy to tell you some ancient anecdotes, as long as you don't think I'm an old antique." Sir Roland smiled at the three of them, clapped his hands, and asked the butler to take them to their respective rooms, while he burrowed into the stacked shelves, not knowing what he was looking at.

Liszt is now very much looking forward to his future life here. He found that here he was able to learn more about this mysterious world, and that his wealth of knowledge was his greatest asset against demons and evil summoners, even if he didn't intend to become a mage.

The next day, Sir Roland was excited when he heard that Liszt was particularly good at archery, for he was a lover of archery himself, and when he was young, he was an archer in the Praetorian Guard of Curast, and now although he is old, he never puts down archery. Sir Roland excitedly took Liszt to a private hunting ground in the suburbs to try his hand at little Liszt.

Although Liszt was young, he had a lot of strength, and he was already able to pull a forty-kilogram bowstring, with an extreme range of nearly 100 meters. And within 100 meters, no matter how he shot, Liszt could not shoot outside the red bull's-eye. Yang's diary helped him a lot, and if it weren't for his age, he would already be a master of archery.

There was no suspense about the outcome of the game, and Liszt fired ten arrows in succession, which hit the bull's-eye, making Sir Roland completely lose interest in the game. However, the amazing performance of the little Liszt also surprised Sir Roland, and even gave him the idea of accepting Liszt as his godson.

Liszt didn't know this, and he was addicted to archery. It was only after a whole morning of ejaculation that he reluctantly followed the thoughtful Sir Roland back to the manor.

After lunch, Mila said she wanted to have a good time with Hadrrig, while Liszt said he wanted to practice his archery.

Sir Roland frowned, and said, "There is no danger for our little gentleman to go to my shooting range. But Mira, listen to me, the situation has been a bit tense lately and Kartim has become more and more chaotic. Roland sighed, "Ever since the new Kuihegang, oh, the Pope, Calamath, came to power more than twenty years ago, Sakaram of Kurast has become a different person. The originally inclusive, fraternal, and secular church began to become cruel, exclusive, and feudal. In Kurast, the increasingly harsh Inquisition became unbearable for many and fled from it, though mostly civilians. ”

"But in recent years, the purges of Sakaram have become more and more extensive, and even some nobles have begun to flee to Kartim."

"How so! And what about grandpa? How is he and why not come back? When Hadrrig heard this, he jumped up in a hurry.

Roland sighed and said: "Your grandfather is not unaware, he has served the royal family of Tranvikan all his life, it is said that in a few years, the Supreme Council of Sakaram will send a member of the royal family to rule Canduras, and your grandfather is one of the ministers who went to assist the new king, no matter what, he will not come back." The wrinkles on Roland's face deepened.

"But, but! How could we let Grandpa go so far alone! Maybe there will be robbers, monsters, and, ......," Hadrrig said angrily.

Sir Roland waved his hand impatiently, "So why do you think I let you learn the knowledge of the nobility?" Why are you so harsh? As the supreme foreign minister of Kartim, I can't leave here at all, only you, Hadrig, and only you can help your grandfather, but you have brought disappointment to this family again and again. Roland stood up, glanced at the dejected Black Dryg in disappointment, turned to Mira and said, "I'm smiling at you, Mira, but the situation in Kartim is uncertain now, you'd better not go out for too long, if you must go out, remember to let Kaplan keep you safe, he is very reliable." ”

With that, Sir Roland turned and left.