When Arthur was in the secret realm of the magic hut, seriously preparing for the assessment of being promoted to alchemist in a few days. Outside the secret space of the city, in the city of Taythemere, hundreds of thousands of ordinary people are still continuing their lives.

The world of ordinary people and spellcasters is different, and their lives are not convenient for magic network communication, newspapers, air conditioners and puppets.

If the spellcasters living in the secret realm lived a life similar to that of the earthlings in the nineteenth century, then the ordinary people in the city were still stuck in the distant Middle Ages. Hunger, disease, and war have always ruled over them, and the life between ordinary people and spellcasters in this world is like an invisible wall, which is clearly divided.

It was an ordinary evening for Tethermere, no different from the usual, the dying sun slanted on the walls, the ancient walls guarded the city like dutiful giants, and towards evening, the guards at the gates began to shout to drive away the beggars, thieves and petty traders who were crouching at the gates, and it was time to close the gates.

A city is such a huge city, and its gate is also a busy small market, and there is a large flow of people in the market every day, and many people are relying on this to survive.

And the guards at the gates of the city were the herdsmen of this bazaar, and they drove these people like cattle and sheep.

"Hurry up, let's go, it's closing,"

Screams, yellings, and the cries of children were mixed with the crowd of people moving forward.

At this moment, on the city wall, a terrible cry:

"Cavalry!"

Immediately after that, on the avenue outside the city, people seemed to hear the sound of horses' hooves piercing through the wilderness.

Cavalry! Cavalry!

The crowd at the gate of Tathmere was immediately crying in fright, the children were crying, the women were shouting, and the whole crowd was in chaos, and more people's eyes turned in horror to their protectors, the city guards in armor and spears.

But the city guards themselves were terrified.

After all, the capital of the Principality of the Roses has not experienced war in many years.

The city guards all looked at their captain,

At this time, news came from the city wall again.

"It's not an enemy, it's not an enemy, it's the Griffin Banner, it's the Northern Legion!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and a group of people scolded the bastard who had just spread the false news, and the city guards then had to curse and scold to clear the crowd at the city gate and make way for the cavalry.

Then, after a while, dozens of ironclad cavalry holding griffin battle flags drove from the north with a bitter chill, and rushed to the nearest place in a blink of an eye, this cavalry was covered with steel armor, like a group of steel puppets frozen with frost on the surface, and the people here did not seem to live in the same world, every movement and every look seemed to have a chill that froze people's hearts, and the guards and people at the city gate were all frightened and silent.

The people at the city gate watched in horror as the group of cavalry passed through the city gate, and one of the elderly city guards looked at the back of the cavalry in the distance, and muttered to himself:

"It seems that something has happened to the fortress of the Black Mountain Pass in the north!"

His companions were astonished,

"How do you know?"

The old guard didn't turn his head, but just looked in the direction of the Northern Black Mountain Fortress,

"I smell death from them."

Belch! The companion was speechless, and the elderly guard explained:

"I used to be stationed in the Black Mountain Pass Fortress, and I saw the banner of the Marquis of Malaffia, and it was the Marquis's guards who passed by just now, and they must have protected the Marquis of Malfalia himself.

The Marquis's Northern Legion had long been stationed in the North, and at this time, he had rushed back so hastily, accompanied only by a few dozen guards, and I had never seen anything like this in my decades at Tasselmere. ”

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At night, a group of Iron Guards walked briskly into the Marquis's Mansion in the East City.

After a while, there was a snap, and a crisp slap broke the silence in the compound,

"Bastard!"

With a roar, a figure was slapped by this slap and flew more than a meter away, fell directly to the ground, and then immediately got up again, the face was instantly congested and turned bruised, and the eyes were full of tears, but he desperately couldn't hold back and didn't dare to flow out.

It was a boy of about sixteen or seventeen years old, and he was still wearing clothes made of ice cicada silk hand-woven from the elves of the Secret Forest, and delicate earrings under his ears, which looked like he was from a nobleman, and only nobles would spend a lot of money on such clothes that had no practical value but were only ornamental.

It can be seen that the young man is very afraid of the person who beat him, and after being hit so hard, he only has grievances in his eyes, and he does not dare to disobey in the slightest.

"It's all messed up for you, what did I tell you beforehand? Well? ”

The man who slapped the boy stood on his hand, his face was full of beards like needles, and the exposed bare head was full of scars, and the middle-aged man who looked like a housekeeper next to him helped him hold the helmet, and the bloody armor on his body had not yet been taken off, and there were still black dirt in the cracks in many places, which were the stains left on the body by the old blood clots, which was the proof that he had passed through countless swords and mountains of blood.

Bloody Butcher Leon, the current Marquis of Malfuria, the commander of the Northern Legion of the Duchy of Roses, the commander of more than 10,000 iron-blooded elites of the Northern Legion, has just returned from the northern front, and the young man standing at the bottom is his son and the first heir to the Marquis of Malfalia's family, Little Jack.

The Marquis of Lyon had just returned from the front line, and before he had time to take off his battle suit, he hurriedly taught his son a lesson.

"But father, I did as you wanted to invite the alchemy apprentice, but he ignored it completely, so I sent someone to 'invite' him out of there."

"Then that's how you asked, sending a killer? You're a fool of everyone else! ”

Before Leon could finish his son's words, the bloody butcher interrupted little Jack with a few more roars, and the reprimand was like thunder, and poor little Jack trembled almost every time he heard a word.

"But I didn't expect that? I've sent him an invitation before, but he didn't come, that's the only way I do it, I'm just trying to help you—" Little Jack's voice choked up and almost cried. His father put too much pressure on him.

"Humph!"

"Rubbish!"

Look at his son's wretched appearance. Leon shook his head.

There was some bitterness in his heart, it seemed that he had made an extremely wrong decision, he should not have entrusted such an important matter to him, and he didn't know what his son was like.

Hiding in the greenhouse every day, how can he take on a big responsibility when he only interacts with those fox friends and dog friends.

Only this time, there was indeed a crisis on the northern border, and he had to personally arrange the defenses, so he came back a few days late, and had to hand over this matter to him without remote communication, and it turned out that there was such a mistake, and it was better not to hand it over to his son, and let a few loyal subordinates or stewards be in charge, so maybe it would not be so bad.

Maybe he's really getting old!