It was Peterson's screams that resounded through the forest!

The scene just now was like a flash of day, and no one could see it clearly, only that Peterson was now half-kneeling on the ground, his right hand holding the sword was trampled on the sole of Lancelot's foot, and the leather boots stained with black mud were still crushing the back of the young man's indelicate but by no means thick.

Lancelot grabbed Peterson's hair and flew past the side of his face with a cursed "molt", "It's really interesting, play tricks with me Lancelot! I've been wounded on the battlefield, I've drunk the blood of the enemy, and I've spent more time thinking about it, and the martial art "Wind?", I don't feel the wind flow, and the posture of your sword is clear at a glance. ”

Blood seeped through his legs and stained the grass red, and Olwes knew that Lancelot must have kicked Peterson's left knee with his vindictive spirit to cause him to scream like that, and a low-level healing technique would only stop the bleeding, which was better than nothing.

Lancelot is the knight of the family, and in theory he should be loyal to her, but in fact he only needs to be loyal to her father, even if she accuses him of being too heavy, it is not painful, not to mention that from Peterson's action, she also knows that Peterson definitely wants to leave an indelible lesson to Lancelot.

In this world, many times the rules are higher than the truth, and the strong and weak can break the rules, which is the interesting part of this world that makes Olveis feel helpless.

There were no aftermath maids around, and she had to crouch down and take care of the wounds carefully to prevent the boy's future from being affected, she was not used to doing these things, but she was also responsible for Peterson's injuries.

Lancelot had already picked up his sword, leaned against the tree and looked at Alveis in silence, but when he saw that she had helped Peterson to heal his wounds and then returned to the carriage, he couldn't help but shake his head in disbelief and show a wry smile, this young girl was still easier to understand when she was angry, after all, she patronized when she was angry.

As the group gathered around the fire for dinner, Olwes was so startled that she nearly dropped her fragrant roasted rabbit leg in her hand, and it wasn't until Peterson opened his mouth a second time to ask Lancelot for help that she could believe she had heard correctly.

While Olveis was almost in a whirlwind of bewilderment, the proud Peterson lowered his head to listen to the teachings, while the perverted Lancelot took on the role of teacher. She only spent one morning in the light, and the rest of the days were gray, after all, no disciple could stop the teacher's evil deeds.

"That's enough! Lancelot!", after Olves's third heartfelt roar, they finally arrived at the imperial capital, and she looked a little tired at the beautiful and majestic Sagaro City in front of her, after countless years flowed on it, leaving behind not only the majestic walls that had grown higher year by year, but also the flower of civilization that had bloomed more and more beautifully in the city.

Among the ten families of the empire, the carriage of the Goldmers, who ranked last in the city, always caused a sensation every time it entered the city.

Forty years ago, the twenty-second generation of the family lord, Duke Madison, was ordered by the emperor to lead the army to defend the imperial city alone to resist the giants moving south, and twenty years ago, the twenty-third generation of the family lord, Duke Callock, led the Black Song Legion to defeat the Titan Empire's high-flying offensive in front of the imperial capital, leaving 100,000 Titan iron armor in this land forever.

This time, it was the spring breeze instead of the winter wind that made the imperial capital up to the nobles and princes, down to the common people feel very comfortable, and under the command of several good deeds nobles, the reserve army (miscellaneous soldiers) of the imperial capital, and a small team of the imperial capital ranger battalion played the role of running back and forth between the imperial capital and the horse workshop.

"A hundred miles away. ”

"Eighty miles. ”

"Forty miles!"

"Twenty miles!"

"It's here!"

Even the most reluctant character in the dusty family could not bear such teasing, and when the knights escorted Olveis through the south gate of the city, they saw the crowd of people who were watching from the streets.

At the front was a row of handsome young and handsome young and handsome young men from the imperial capital, whistling uncontrollably and raising their middle fingers at the many companions hidden in the alley carriages behind.

To tell the truth, these horses of the Goldmers family were not frightened, but the people were frightened, and these knights looked left and right, and never saw the palace priest, who symbolized the royal envoy, walking step by step with the edict in his hand.

Naturally, Olwes also heard the noise outside the carriage, so she gently lifted the curtain and leaned out to look out, and the whole world suddenly fell silent.

The eyebrows like ink, the blue eyes like a bright galaxy, the soft bridge of the nose, and the delicate red lips, although each of these things is only one in a million in the mundane, but when they are together, they are more mysterious than the statue, more dazzling than the sea of flowers, and more full of life than the long stream rushing down the mountains.

The first time I saw Olvis, I didn't dare to describe her other than those two words.

"Oh my God, she's a goddess!"

Zhukov quickly plugged the mouth of the companion next to him, so as not to continue to drool or spit out a few words that would only be used by civilians, although everyone was embarrassed at the moment, it was hard to guarantee that there would be a few bad intentions to remember something to make it difficult in the future.

It is a characteristic of the nobles of the world that they do not praise women too sincerely, as if they say that the lower the status of a woman before them, the more noble their status will be.

While the men were hesitating to speak, Olwes had already shrunk back in annoyance, so that the convoy would not accept any kind of invitation or obstruction and would throw dust through the crowd.

After seeing Peterson leave, she didn't have much time to stay in the imperial capital, so she got out of the carriage and walked into the Imperial Capital Magicians Association, a gorgeous building that was an annex to the Imperial Capital Dawn Magic Academy, but the other way around.

White marble, a symbol of purity, and obsidian, a symbol of mystery, are the main tones of the building, and the vivid sculptures and serene atmosphere make it more like a mansion, albeit larger.

Perhaps in the eyes of her teacher Kereverina, there was no place for these magicians who weighed the depths of worldly power and magic, but Olwes still had to get a high-level magician's certificate so that she could walk in the future.

After climbing the tall steps, Olwes had to stop to calm her fluttering chest, and her achievements as a swordsman were truly despairing compared to her amazing talent for magic.

In front of the check-in counter is a cute girl with long pigtails, who is lying on the counter bored and yawning, which shows that this certification body is usually very leisurely.

She didn't notice her until Olwes gently tapped the back of her hand on the counter three times, and the programmed muttering quickly came out, "Three silver Anthony coins, turn right and turn right again when you go in, there's an old man with a red beard, it's him!"

Olveis nodded in thanks, leaving three silver Anthony coins and a coat of arms representing her identity as the Goldmers family on the table.

The girl straightened her back a little helplessly, and wrote down the name of Olwes Goldmers on the papers of the high-ranking magician, fourteen years old, which was a little young compared to the rank she had been assessed, but it had little to do with herself, who had nothing to do with magic.

"Elenor, have you ever seen a girl who, well, is very pretty, anyway?"

The girl felt her head hurt again, and the gang ran here again, although she often fooled around with them, but this was her workplace.

Elenore frowned, her eyes widened, and her slightly disgusted look was still a little powerful, "Have you forgotten about the last time I had a bad performance appraisal? It seems that as long as I am less than a few uncles in a day, you will never know how to restrain yourself." ”

A few of them looked at each other and smiled, apparently not paying much attention to Eileno's intimidation, and carried a chic small bag from their waists, and landed on the wooden cabinet with a "bang".

Elenore was naturally familiar with the fullness and heaviness of the bag's slow deformation. She opened the bag, and there were a dozen or so Caesars inside, which she had in her sleeve in the blink of an eye.

She glanced at the misers suspiciously, and immediately changed to a businesslike tone, "Go in, turn right, turn right and turn right again." ”

"Wait a minute!", Elenor stood up as she gathered the papers on the table into a drawer, "I'll go with you, I've got some friendship with Old Man Goodwin." ”

Olwes wandered through the aquamarine corridor with admiration, even in the Duke's Palace, she had never seen such exquisite wall carvings, strolling through this crystal corridor, she was somewhat caught in the magical feeling of Pan's labyrinth.

The wall carving depicts a demigod magician fighting a dragon during the Golden Age, and the creator of the wall carving tried to bring out all the splendor he wanted to bring, but still couldn't match the dazzle of one in 10,000 of the real world.

A faint cough came from the end of the corridor, interrupting Olves' thoughts.

Stepping open the door at the end, he was greeted by a vivid statue made of water magic crystals, and several complex magic arrays under the statue were superimposed on each other, emitting a colorful color.

The red-bearded old man sitting in the corner coughed again, but this time it was because of his health, and his half-clouded eyes glanced at the documents in his hand from the portal, the daughter of the Goldmers family, Olves, seemed to be a disciple of the Grand Magister of Kairivenna.

After Olwes took out the glass wand, the old man's cough became more and more violent, and he stared at the wand with a flushed face, as if he wanted to say countless things, but he didn't spit out a word, and the contrast between his poor face and his red beard was quite interesting.

Magical items are basically priceless after they have surpassed a certain level.

"Two high-level magic, five middle-level magic, and twelve low-level magic, right?" Orwess asked softly, ignoring the old man's embarrassment.

"The chanting interval can't be too long, just cast a spell on the water magic crystal statue, there will be a special detection method for the intensity, you don't have to care about the difference between the elemental magic. Goodwin said "Huh?" and looked over at the closed door.

Sure enough, under the leadership of Eileno, several nobles with shrunken heads and probed brains came in, and when they entered, the first thing they saw was Olves, who was standing calmly in the center. Naturally, Olwes recognized the teenagers who were whistling in front of them as the carriages entered the city.