Vasily has actually been helpless lately.

Not long ago, Vasily's father borrowed a loan shark to do business and lost money, and in order to avoid the gangsters collecting debts, he left a few words for him, and ran away without a trace.

Fortunately, his status as a student of the wizarding academy made the gangster who lent money a little scruples, after all, the "Sarn City" was completely controlled by the wizarding forces - the "Wizard City".

But Vasily is now stuck on the threshold of an advanced fourth-order wizard.

You must know that although the difference between the 3rd and 4th orders seems to be only 1 level, it is exactly the watershed between low-level and middle-level wizards, and the difference between the status of the two in the wizarding world is similar to the difference between an assembly line worker and a foreman steward.

As long as Vasily himself can become a mid-level wizard, he will have more ways to make money, whether it is opening an enchantment workshop to exploit the labor of wizard apprentices, providing some low-level magic equipment for the army and mercenaries, etc., or studying intermediate alchemy and recruiting apprentices to make some passable witchcraft potions.

At least.

It would give him a source of money to climb the wizard ranks.

But that's the cruel reality.

At this critical juncture, there was no source of funds for research and study, so I could only come to discuss with Harrison, a "good friend" on weekdays, to see if I could help me.

Otherwise.

At his age of twenty-seven or eighteen, if he can't reach the level of a fifth-order wizard before the age of thirty-five, he will be regarded by other snobbish classmates, mentors and friends as a mediocre wizard who cannot be promoted for the rest of his life and has no potential for continued investment.

"My friend~ Dear Harrison, I sincerely ask you to lend me a sum of money to turn around, after all, you will inherit your uncle's territory in the future, and you will definitely have a lot of money, and I will definitely repay you in the future. ”

Vasily said very sincerely to his classmate.

It's just that~

In addition to being lustful, arrogant, and face-saving, Harrison values money more than life.

As soon as he heard the other party mention the large amount of money for spell research, he immediately looked at him in pain: "Oh~ Oh, my dear Vasily, I am very happy that you can come to see me today." I'll take you to the town to find a few chicks and forget about those unpleasant things~!"

That's exactly what happened.

He also saw Eddie walking behind on the left among the middle-aged shamans passing through the corridor along the castle, so he immediately waved from afar.

And Eddie, who was looking around, also discovered each other for the first time, and immediately trotted all the way over, and after the three of them introduced each other, they soon began to talk enthusiastically, and from time to time they also let out a lewd laugh that a man can understand.

Really.

It didn't take a while.

The eldest disciple, Eddie, came to ask the middle-aged shaman for leave, and Bacheng was going to go to the town to find a place to fool around with Harrison.

When they left, the young Vasily's inquiring voice to Eddie was faintly floating in the distance: "I don't know what rank your teacher is, a few meters away, I can feel a powerful mana, making my mana run a little faintly sluggish, just like facing a high-level wizard professor in the academy......"

The whispers of several people have been accompanied by their footsteps.

......

Some of the wars in this world are somewhat similar to those of the European Middle Ages, where the nobility also used a large number of castles to reliably control their territory.

Although castles are expensive to build, they are much cheaper to maintain in the long term than the high cost of maintaining the army for the same defensive military purposes.

Sometimes building a simple military fortress that is not for the purpose of comfort, and some even cost only a few hundred gold coins, which is very cost-effective for the lord.

So.

The form of war in this world is mainly around the castle attack and defense battles at the key points of each region.

Those who are in dangerous terrain and can repel the siege of thousands of people with more than a dozen or twenty people are not epic stories.

Some powerful nobles, even in the important areas they ruled, built castle fortresses every kilometer, connected into a network of military dominance, which was used to drain the offensive power of any hostile force.

However, this is when a mid-to-high caster similar to a humanoid self-propelled cannon is not involved in destroying city defenses and unleashing long-range spells to kill and injure living forces.

The castle of the old Baron de Valen is also not large.

In addition to some perforated structures for defensive women's walls, the gaps between the towers are also compact, and the walls are filled with a small open-air garden and a stable corral behind it.

The lower two floors are connected to the rounded city wall with shooting holes, which causes the lighting to be not very good, the internal corridor appears slightly dark, and the upper building is slightly indented by about one meter in the wall, and is covered with the style of a small red tile house with a double spire.

Because the passage up and down was also very short, several people passed through a corridor in a row, up the spiral staircase of the tower, and into the innermost room of the corridor on that floor.

The butler who led them said to them: "The baron is waiting for your arrival inside, Lord Chen, please come in~." ”

said.

He opened the red-painted pine door, stepped aside, and bowed slightly to invite the middle-aged shaman and others to go in first.

Baron Valen decorates his room warmly.

After all, people are old.

He is no longer the little man who fought for his life on the battlefield when he was young.

All the furniture is also compounded with the expectation of an old man, with the gentleness and roundness of wood.

He was now sitting in the old chair, swaying slightly, bathed in the bright and warm sunlight that shone in from the large glass window, and the edges and corners of the furniture around him were reflected in the shimmering golden light everywhere.

Ever since the pastors knew that their bodies were irretrievable, he often lay in his rocking chair and looked at the distant sky for a whole morning of beautiful sunshine.

Baron Valen actually had a son, but he was abducted by human traffickers since he was a child, and as a result, his first wife, who lost his only son, was killed by a living illness.

Later, when he came back from supporting his wounded body on the battlefield and accumulating enough merits to be knighted, he only saw a dry grave where his wife grew grass.

Fortunately, his governor at that time appreciated him, and later introduced him to the marriage of the daughter of a small nobleman.

It's just that his second wife also died a few years ago, perhaps because he himself injured his kidney on the battlefield, and as a result, he didn't give birth to a son and a half daughter in the end, and he felt a little desolate as a lonely and widowed man.

"Master, you're finally here. ”