"Master, not a lord... It's 'Rosaceus'. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

This answer immediately suffocated Mirno's chest, his face turned red and white for a while, and finally sat back in despair - although the "Viper Cross" was more powerful in the central and eastern parts of the kingdom, the "Rosia Cross" was a regular sect on the surface, and even Charles II could not move it as soon as he said it. Mirno was just a commander with an arrow, and even if he forced the local lords to forcibly take people from monasteries or churches, where would they do it?

"Rosirche ... Rosicrucifer again!"

He had tried to erect trade barriers and block the way for Evta to circulate in all aspects and throughout the Karen Kingdom, but in the end it didn't work enough, and the biggest factor was the lack of cooperation from the Rosacecrucian. How should the other sects transport and how to transport, how to go and how to go, and those who dare to stop them will be hacked to death according to the pagan theory, so now Mirno really hates this group of gods.

While he was gritting his teeth, the attendant suddenly received news that the bishop was visiting from outside the Earl's Palace.

"What bishop, what are you looking for me?"

Mirno was annoyed by the "Rosace Cross", and he was angry when he heard the word "bishop", but when the attendant whispered "Viper Cross", he was stunned for a moment, and instantly changed his appearance, and beckoned: "Go and please, I'll wait for him in the living room." ”

"Look for me at this time, it looks like they're ready to get involved..."

Although Mirno is not good at fighting, he has a much more sensitive political sense. The mood that was full of negative emotions has also improved a lot. With a long sigh of relief, he pondered the possible appeal of the Pit Viper Cross, and then walked to the conference hall with a smile on his face.

While Count Mirno was agonizing over how to start the war, the Magisters of Cullen had no intention of intervening in the war.

In fact, although mages are basically funded by royalty or nobility, there is an unwritten rule that mages of the rank of magister and above are not involved in any fighting within the kingdom.

Over the years, the mages of the kingdom of Karen have hardly actually fought in battle, which is why they have been so badly defeated against the young mages brought by Houdini - the flowers in these greenhouses are really fragile compared to Rasiman who used magic to fight his way through a bloody path.

But this does not mean that the magical world of the Karen Kingdom has given up on itself, after the comparison in the royal capital, several mages have started new research on their own, and at the same time have stricter requirements for their apprentices - the "magic geniuses" who previously believed that they were extremely talented suddenly ushered in a painful nightmare training, and the rest of the mages also went back and forth to the laboratory and the magic tower almost all day with dark circles under their eyes, looking even more miserable than the farmers.

Vilda is one of those mages.

He is Chinese New Year's Eve and is an apprentice under the "Ice Crown" Crohn. Of course, compared to the few proud protégés who followed Crohn to the royal capital before, Vilda can only be regarded as a "mediocre" mid-level magician to the extreme, but compared to other classes in the past who had a miserable life in the country, his life with fixed offerings and independent laboratories is actually quite nourishing.

Vilda was not known for his intelligence, he reached level 21 at the age of thirty-three thanks to his extraordinary diligence and patience. An experiment repeated a hundred times can still not change his face is a person like him, Crohn's evaluation of him is a diligent old scalper, although he can't be the biggest pillar, but he is the indispensable backbone of Karen's magical world.

The magic tower where Magister Kron's location is close to the royal capital, and his apprentices are also conducting spell research and learning in the nearby laboratory, so the entire territory near the magic tower has not been affected in this orc invasion war, and there are fewer caravans on the streets, which does not look much different from usual.

Dressed in gray mage's robes, Vilda walked somewhat hurriedly towards the building at the end of the street. At this time, he was about to buy the experimental materials he needed for the next step, because his mentor Crohn had been urging him recently, and he had barely finished the experiment in the past few days, so he was short of energy at this time, and his head felt a little dizzy. When he walked into the narrow space of the magic prop shop, he accidentally tripped over the threshold and almost spilled three or four bottles of potions placed in the window, causing a burst of scolding from the boss:

"It's the third time! If you do break that bottle of potion, I swear you won't be able to afford to sell your lab!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Verda hurriedly apologized to the dwarf man, who was half as tall as him, who looked to be in his forties, but whose body was the size of a child, and looked rather strange. The store manager named Dawich became like this during a potion accident, and his dwarf-like figure made him have a bad temper, and although the price of the things in the store was fair and the quality was guaranteed, there were still many mages who couldn't stand his attitude and left in a bad mood.

But Vilda is obviously an old customer, and his gentle temperament does not take Dawich's accusations to heart at all, and after apologizing again and again, he took out a list of materials and began to ask the other party to count and take the goods.

"Another one?"

The dwarf man glanced at it and sneered, "The experiment failed again?, you have taken the same share of materials for the fourth time, such a waste of gold coins, won't you be dragged out by Lord Crohn to fight?"

"I'm stupid, that... There's no way around it. ”

Vilda smiled innocently, his appearance made Dawich no different, and it was not interesting for him to bully honest people, so he jumped down from the high stool, and took out strange materials from the cabinets while chattering, and at the same time changed the subject: "I heard that Ivota has won a big victory, are you sure that this is true news?"

"Ah, I really don't know," he scratched his head, "Mentor Crohn hasn't said anything anywhere. ”

"Also, the orcs have scared a few big nobles like this, and you apprentices under the Magister don't have to worry about going to war anymore. But it's a good thing not to fight, the logistics can't keep up, and you magicians may all starve with it, and it's a joke to talk about it. Hey... Ivota had obviously expected it a long time ago, what is called one and the other, this is called one and the other!"

Da Weiqi nagged as he took out the jars, and Wilda asked curiously, "Huh, how do you know so much news?" I remember you used to talk to me about which waiter at Merck's Tavern had the most butt in the past?" )