(Thanks to the old shadow and the cat for the reward.,This progress is really a bit grinding.,I'll speed it up.,I want to go directly to the demon world.) ）

In the gentle moonlight, in a remote cave, a white-haired young man was sitting in front of a campfire, silently casting a spell. And around him, hundreds of silver points of light were suspended, like stars in the sky, and the stars and moons surrounded him. The young man was none other than Lord Desmond's staff.

Helmin Remore.

Hermint's eyes were closed, his face full of solemnity. There was no trace of frivolity on the handsome face, and the ten fingers of the hands were like butterflies piercing flowers, making countless incomparably complex gestures in an instant. The young mage frowned, as if he was not satisfied with the outcome, but the remaining mana could not sustain him any further. In desperation, Hermint had no choice but to interrupt the spell casting.

Silver dots of light exploded, illuminating the dim cavern in a silvery white. Helmint took a small bag from a small wooden box and poured all the silver dust inside onto the campfire that was silently burning.

With a coax, the originally dim campfire instantly burst into a tower, and the originally orange flame also turned pale. In the pale flames, a woman's figure slowly appeared.

The woman turned her back to Hermint, and was doing something at her desk. Hermint couldn't see her face, but the straight, slender thighs were enough to hook all his mind. She did not wear a long skirt of a noble lady, but a short skirt that was very rebellious. There is no flaw in the ** of the frost and snow, and it is directly exposed to the air. The little feet in the socks didn't stay in the shoes honestly, there was only a round scalp shoe at the side of the little feet, and the other one didn't know where she kicked it.

Knee-length skirt praise!

No, it's just a violation of morality, such exposure should be directly tied to the stake and burned!

It's just a textbook-like classic bad girl.,The kind that can directly anger your etiquette teacher to death.。 But there was no way, who made her his teacher.

Although it was not the first time he had seen his teacher's virtue, as a disciple, Hermint felt that it was necessary to remind her to pay attention to her appearance. Hermint looked away from his reluctant gaze and coughed a few times.

"Ahem, teacher, those tests you asked me to do have the results"

"Really?"

Hermint's magic teacher, the speaker of the Witches' Council, the great witch Fortuna agreed, and turned around. As always, although she is wearing a deviant short skirt underneath, her upper body is still a traditional and simple blue and white maid outfit, and she still wears her white maid headband on her head. The face, which is as cold as ice and snow, is full of wood carvings in Yan Sù's carved hands. It is said that men who are serious are the most charming, but what about women?

Although the face is as cold as ever, it gives people an incomparable sense of distance. Like the stars in the sky, they are beyond reach. But at this moment, she put all her attention into the wood carving in her hand, as if it was not the wood carving in her hand, but her long-lost lover. Gentle and moist gaze, silently gazing at the wood carving in his hand. A woman who is immersed in love is so charming.

If, don't look at the blue and white striped lady ** on her head.

Under the not-so-bright candlelight, like a cold and gentle woman of the goddess, with a ** on her head, she is silently carving a wood carving of her lover.

The image was too visually striking for Hermint to look at.

"Teacher, you"

"Huh?" Fortuna was startled, awakened by her apprentice from her own world. She subconsciously touched her head, and her eyes full of tenderness instantly became as cold as the cold wind in winter: "You didn't see anything, did you?" ”

How could you not have seen it!

Magicians have always been a high-risk profession. In addition to the pressure from the old rival church and the foolish people, mages themselves encounter many dangers in the process of practicing magic.

Humans are known to be a short-lived species. Even if there are no accidents, it will only be a short time of 100 years at most. Magicians, on the other hand, are no longer essentially human. How long a magician can live, no one knows, because almost no magician dies well. Judging by the average age of magicians nowadays, 1,800 years is always fine.

Then, the question arises.

The human brain is like a bucket, and there is a limit to the memories that can be remembered. As far as the mage's tests are concerned, it is between one hundred and sixty years and two hundred years. And once this value is exceeded, it is very dangerous. There is no place for new memories to store, so they have to constantly clash with old ones. Ordinary people naturally don't have this trouble, even if they are famous all over the world, it is difficult to live to that age.

However, magicians are different. They have a long lifespan and will inevitably encounter this problem.

Of course, such a statement is too general. As far as the specific manifestations are concerned, they are generally schizophrenia, Alzheimer's disease, and memory disorders. Although the mages have already figured out how to deal with it, this period is still extremely dangerous for the new mages. If you don't pay attention, you will leave many hidden dangers that you can't speak.

For example, becoming a young girl, such as liking to bully their apprentices, such as not marrying themselves off at the age of several hundred.

Fortuna, the great witch, must have suffered some huge blow at this stage, which made her head be stimulated fiercely. That's why it will become like now, not sleeping in the middle of the night, and carving the blue and white striped ** on the head.

It has to be so, that's right.

Hermint lowered his eyes in recognition, and after a while, when he raised his eyes again, there was indeed nothing on the head of the great witch. It was very smooth to change from a midnight to the incomparably cold head maid in the imperial palace, except for the emperor, who ordered no one to move.

"My stupid disciple, I assume that you have made some serious discovery, which is why you have disturbed a lady's sleep in the dead of night."

You didn't sleep anyway! You're in the middle of a big night!

Hermint looked at his teacher, and said with a worried face: "Teacher, I have carefully scanned the seventeen locations in York according to your instructions. Although it is true that there is some problem of excess mana, I have not found anything too suspicious."

Magic is constantly flowing in the world, and since ancient times, the gods have fallen, and naturally there are no gods who will adjust the magic power of each region. Therefore, it is common for some areas to have an excess of mana in a short period of time, and the world that has been running for countless years will naturally solve these small problems without worrying.

"Really? But I'm still a little uneasy."

Fortuna closed her eyes and thought, but her hands kept playing with the wood carving that had not yet been carved. Hermint noticed that the statue in his teacher's hand was supposed to be a young girl. The little girl is squatting on the ground with a cute soft hat on her head, wearing a loose nightdress, holding her head in her hands. Fortuna's carving skills were so good that even through thousands of mountains and rivers, Hermint could still feel the girl trembling through the magic light curtain.

Strangely, the girl had a pair of huge bat wings behind her. Because it has not yet been sculpted, it is supposed to be the place where the face is sculpted, but now it is blank.

Fortuna pondered for a moment, but she was always at a loss. Eventually, she gave up and continued to think. The big witch turned around and carefully put the wood carving in her hand back on the workbench, and sighed in a small voice: "The statue of the 100,000th eldest lady is also about to be completed, Miss Arcadia, our agreement is about to expire At this time, don't make any trouble." ”

Arcadia, the notorious female tyrant in the history of the Empire?

Helmint had countless bewilderments in his heart, but looking at his teacher's current appearance, he didn't dare to ask at all.

After Fortuna put the wood carving away, she turned around and continued to look at Hermint with the eyes of a scum: "My stupid apprentice, it seems that you are as useless as I imagined, and sure enough, nothing has been found out, I will believe Fei Yi's statement, she is just carrying out a demon world transfer Hmph, this crazy woman full of lies." The pain caused by the previous cooperation with the Empire has not healed until now, and now I want to continue? If you don't want to say it, you don't want to say it, why do you have to prevaricate me with such a lame reason? ”

Do you know that I can't find out anything, and I can't find out what this demon realm transfer real yàn is, and I have held similar real yàn before? Why Fortuna seems to be so disdainful.

The old and sophisticated Great Witch may have noticed her disciple's abnormality, but she didn't mean to explain it at all. The Speaker with a cold face ordered to Hermint, who was full of question marks: "There is always an inexplicable powerful magic disturbance from the north, and with your strength, you can't feel this level of magic disturbance, I hope I am too worried." Now, go back to Van Zhuo. He may need your help more than that, don't embarrass me! ”

Hermint nodded yes quickly, but before he could say anything more, Fortuna had already cut off the communication directly from her side.

Only a faint sigh drifted into the dark night.

"Don't die"

"Thirty miles ahead on the left, eleven ships."

"Forty miles behind, seven."

"Seventy miles to the right, five."

With the guidance of Sinloth, a certain duke is like a god of war possessed, scurrying around the North Sea, constantly bullying the lone Normans. The ships flying the Imperial Eagle Banner were like ** transiting, sweeping away the Normans who had scattered to harass the coast of the Empire.

"Hahahaha, this is the life that the soldiers of the empire should live. Wherever the Imperial Eagle Banner goes, the enemy is invincible! Hahaha" The victory in the past few days made William happy, this guy who was originally quite self-disciplined, finally didn't hold back, opened a bottle of wine for himself, and celebrated.

Endless loot, corpses of enemies falling into the sea, respectful and fearful gazes from his subordinates! This is the battle William wants! I don't know how much better it is to be a logistics officer than to be a logistics officer in York.

However, compared to the elated William, there was not much joy on Sinloth's face.

William naturally noticed this, and he handed the bottle to Cynroth's eyes: "Hey, my partner, aren't you coming a little?" We've just had another great victory! Be happy, don't frown all the time, you won't be able to get married. ”

Sinloth rolled his eyes at the duke, who couldn't figure out his gender. Maybe it's because you're too young, or maybe it's because you haven't had friends since you were a child. Even if he was so despised by a viscount who was a few levels lower than him, William didn't feel the slightest anger in his heart. He was still gulping wine, and Cynroth was helpless when he saw the ghostly look of the goods: "William, I think it's necessary for us to get out of this sea." ”

"Huh? What's the matter, is there another large army of the enemy catching up? ”

Previous battles had not been easy, with Norman harassing forces sometimes encountering the main forces of the Empire. Similarly, their fleet, which specializes in bullying the lone Normans, is often chased away by the main Norman forces - but with the help of Sinloth, there is always no danger.

"No, not really. It's just that there are no more scattered Norman ships nearby, and most of them have gathered together. With our strength, I'm afraid"

William was just a duke after all, and his strength was not enough to confront the Norman fleets head-on. And naval warfare, even if you want to be tricky, is very difficult.

He definitely can't beat it, but just leaving like this is not his style. War money and dead man's money are always the fastest, and although the continuous battle of these days is very tiring, the gains can be described as enormous. Even with the most pessimistic estimates, the equipment in the cabin can be exchanged for nearly 10,000 gold coins, to say the least. This period of income is almost more than the annual tax revenue of his territory.

Unless the Imperials are regular soldiers, they will not be too picky about their equipment. They didn't care if they had a tomahawk or a sword, or a blacksmith from the Empire or a Norman corpse.

William was a little unwilling, but Sinloth's judgment had always been accurate. Working with him so happily before, William really didn't want to turn his face with this partner: "Is there really no way?" Let's either do it, let's do three more votes, and then go back right away, how about it? ”

Sinloth shook his head: "William, I don't understand military affairs. But I know that so many ships on the other side have not returned, and they must know that the Imperial side has begun to target them. If I were the commander of the Normans, I would choose to shrink my forces immediately, and no matter what he thinks in the future, it will not be matched by our strength. We've made enough money, so let's stop it, William. ”

"Hmm"

Although he has earned a lot of money in recent years, he pays more attention to his own safety than gold coins. Ellie and Nanorka are still young, and the people of Desmond are waiting for him to return, and he must not die

William had actually been moved by Sinloth's words, and he knew that the Viscount's concerns were justified. But he was an adventurous man, and he couldn't make up his mind for the time being: "We have won so many battles, and the morale of our men is very high, if we retreat rashly, I'm afraid they will also complain." ”

William's thousands of men were not all his personal soldiers—how could he, a duke who had just succeeded to the throne, afford to raise so many standing soldiers. The rest of the people are more homeless and vagrants, as well as a small number of mercenaries. They followed the Duke here, just to use their lives to fight for a way out. They don't care if the duke lives or dies, they only care about how much money they get. In the case of a complete victory like this, and let them retreat, I am afraid that there will really be some variables.

The Normans were nothing more than that, no match for us at all. I am afraid that this idea has taken root in the minds of those who were farmers not long ago.

William's worries are not unreasonable.

"Hmm"

This time it was Sinloth's turn to be entangled, but soon, Sinloth didn't have to continue to worry about it.

An imperial boat caught up with William's fleet docked for repairs, and under the watchful eyes of William's men, a herald dressed in imperial clothing handed William a letter sealed with fire paint.

"May I ask if it is the Duke of Normandy, Lord William? I have here an order from Your Excellency the Lord of the Water to you Yes, Your Excellency of the Lord of the Water has ordered you, regardless of the situation of the battle, to go and join him at once."

William nodded silently after reading the letter the herald had given him. And the herald, after saluting William and the Viscount, did not say much, opened the hatch and turned to go out.

The Viscount took the letter from William's hand and read it carefully.

"Very well, at least we don't have to think about whether it's time to withdraw the troops that await us, but a sea battle that has not been seen in the empire for decades has become a little exciting, are you right, William?"