Galen and Fiona saw a young man in a mage's robe led into the room by a warrior, and then noticed two people in the room. Holding the staff in one hand, he bowed in front of his chest with the other:

"Hello, two lords, please call me Arthur, as you can see, I am a mage."

At that moment, Galen was a little sluggish, he didn't expect that the mage he saw would be like this - young, bright eyes, delicate facial features, and even a little immature, he had to admit at the moment that the mage opposite even had some handsomeness, and it would even make people feel good!

This is a little different from what he was taught since he was a child.

The teachings received from the shamans of the Cult of the Illuminati always say that mages are always evil, and that they are often old on the surface, because their magic was obtained from the devil at the cost of their lives, so most mages always look very old on the outside.

So they hate, they are jealous of blood and life, this is a psychopathic race as a whole.

And in fact, most of the images of mages he actually saw outside when he grew up were like this.

Their voices were hoarse, they faltered, they always liked to hide their faces deep behind the hood of their mage robes, in the dark, and even the hands holding the staff with their cuffs exposed were always veinly bulging, covered with folds and tears.

This makes ordinary people always have some bad perceptions.

This is also in line with the church's propaganda.

He had never seen a mage so young.

The other party's age looks even younger than his sister.

This was a surprise to him, and it was not in line with the church's propaganda.

What's going on? Could it be that good shamans can also be wrong?

Or is there something special about the mage in front of you?

He didn't know that the reason why he had never met a young mage was because the mage profession was indeed mostly very old, but it was not because of any nonsense about life sacrifice or the like, but because compared to other professions on the mainland, the mage profession required too much time to accumulate, and those who could successfully advance to the rank of official mage were often at least forty years old.

And these are often the backbone of the mage group.

It also gives the impression that the mages of the world always look old.

In fact, Arthur was standing in front of him, the youngest spellcaster in recorded history.

The vast majority of the rest of the same kind, at his age, were often mage apprentices, and they didn't have the opportunity to come out to experience at all, so they wouldn't be seen by others.

This gives ordinary people on the mainland the illusion that all mages are old.

Of course, ordinary people on the continent would not have made up rumors about mages sacrificing their life force to the devil because of this, in fact, this rumor was only considered natural in Demacia, and all of this was undoubtedly due to the innate hostility of the Cult to mages.

Religion, everyone understands it, and creating rumors to fool believers is a profession for them.

Of course, Galen's devout believers will not think that he has been deceived, he will only think that the mage in front of him is more special, a special mage, and at the same time, it will become more dangerous!

"You want to see me, why?"

Galen asked very unceremoniously and directly, without even introducing himself to the other party.

This is very rude and rude on the occasion of aristocratic diplomacy.

Even Fiona, who was standing beside him, gave him a strange look, not understanding why he was like this.

"Oh?"

Galen's anomaly, Arthur, noticed it on the spot. Why, for this guy who looks like he has eaten when he sees him? Is he jealous of my looks?

Well, it's possible.

Looking at the horizontal flesh on the other party's face, you can know that this is a guy with developed limbs and a simple mind, and this guy's head is not much bigger than the jujube pit.

It's normal to be jealous of his appearance.

Over the years, he didn't know how many such fools he had encountered.

However, the leader of Demacia's army turned out to be such a guy, which is really a bit embarrassing!

I just don't know how about this beauty next to me?

He didn't know that the other side was the famous grass Galen and Fiona.

However, he was not angry, after all, he was a mage, and the attitude of the Demacians towards mages was well known on the mainland. He didn't expect any good looks from these bastards.

He came to do business, as long as the two people in front of him had no problem with their heads, they should not refuse his suggestion.

"Hmm!"

"Two adults, I think I should officially introduce myself, I am Arthur, an alchemist from the Principality of Roses, and my mentor is Master Victor from Zuan, I have traveled for a while, and I have only recently returned to the mainland, who knows that as soon as I come back, I will unfortunately encounter this war."

"What, Arthur?"

"You're that Arthur?"

Arthur didn't expect that his introduction was not over, and the other party was shocked.

After the shock, the other party also understood that it was a bit rude, and the beauty reorganized the language and asked officially,

"You're that Arthur? Your mentor is Master Victor, a pioneer in metal. ”

"That's right, it should be me," Arthur couldn't help but touch his nose, "if my mentor doesn't have any other disciples named Arthur." ”

He was also a little puzzled, he was Arthur, yes, but Arthur's name should be very ordinary, on the mainland, I'm afraid that one out of every hundred people has a name Arthur. What's so strange about that!

Why did the other party's eyes look at him so strangely, especially the general just now, and even looked at him with fire-breathing eyes.

If the other party just showed that he only had an opinion about him, then now, it can even be said that he is resentful.

"Oh, my lord!"

He saw that the two people on the other side even began to make a quick prayer motion.

Then, after the action, the beautiful officer spoke, and his tone sounded almost like a question:

"No wonder, you are that Arthur, that alchemist! Do you know how many disasters you have brought to the continent with the weapons you invented! ”

"That's a demonic weapon."

"The soldiers of the Noxus Empire are heavily equipped with muskets designed by you, and they have exterminated many countries and tribes, and many princes and nobles have been forced to flee their countries and be displaced."

Oh, I see!

Arthur remembered the musket he had seen in the hands of the soldiers of the Noxian Empire, and immediately understood the reason for the bad attitude of the two opposites towards him.

It seems that the musket is finally starting to play its intended role, and they are beginning to change the course of history.

He had thought about this when he had taken this weapon out of this world in the first place, and now retribution has come.

The other party hated Wu and Wu, and remembered his name from this.

The name of his inventor also spread throughout the continent with the musket.

Should he be proud of this or should he smile bitterly?