Through blizzards, over ice fields, across cold seas, tracing the White River, to the Central Plains.

On the road winding to avoid the lake and the hillock, an open-top carriage is moving slowly. The style of the carriage is older, but the color is new, and it must have been made not long ago.

The sky was as gloomy as that of an unsmiling pilgrim, and in the thick clouds there were occasional lightning bolts, and a blinding electric light flowed from the top of Mount Nukas as far as the eye could see. The frightened birds fled in all directions, pushing the dull sound of thunder from the sky into the empty fields, into the rushing white river, into the ears of Mihat Amon.

Mihart rubbed his sleepy eyes, sat up straight, and said in a low voice: "Ah, my arm, it's so sore......"

When will it arrive?

Although the hard pine seat has been padded with a layer of ice wolf skin, I am not pampered, but this carriage has been bumpy for four whole days, when will it be the end!

If only you could do magic yourself—how awesome it would be to turn into a bird and fly right over!

On the way from Dongyong City to Baiman City, the climate is getting warmer and warmer, and without the wrapping of wind and snow, the roar of the demonic beast becomes clearer and clearer.

A small raindrop slammed into Mihart's steel plate armor, shattering into smaller droplets of water that hit his face, and he noticed that it was a warm liquid that could flow, and did not seem to have undergone the transformation from cold solid to liquid by absorbing body heat.

Kenmore Amon stooped over his right hand—for his left hand always held a steel shield tightly, as if he could hold his unknown destiny only by holding it firmly—he pulled up the animal leather at his feet, shook the dust off it, and swept it in the air before enveloping himself and Michat.

"Father!" Mikhat put the "History of Universal Magic" in his arms on the seat under him, reached out and pulled the edge of the mammoth leather, looked up at Kenmore, and asked impatiently, "Father, are we coming?"

Kenmore was silent, then nodded.

"What the hell are we going to White Man City for?" asked Mihat.

Kenmore opened his mouth, but didn't make a sound, just swallowed, as if swallowing the answer he was about to say.

After receiving a strange letter, my father finally took him out for the first time, and hurried from Dongyong City, the northernmost part of the continent, to Baiman City, located in the central plain of the continent's hinterland.

I asked several times on the way, but my father was silent. As a free lord of the winter city, although the title is very low, and there is not even a fief, but to hire a carriage, you don't have to choose an open-top one! What do you say about taking yourself out for the second time, the open-top carriage can better watch the scenery along the way, and get closer to nature......

After four days of walking, I didn't see how strange the scenery along the way was!

This time, of course, Michart's question was not answered, and he was no longer bored, but just grumbled in dissatisfaction, and looked into the distance, listening to the raindrops ticking on the leather.

As a pure-blooded Duosaik, Mihart should have loved ice and snow more than raindrops. He watched the rain crash on the ground without hesitation, unlike the snowflakes he was familiar with—no matter how big the snow was, the snowflakes would always go through a slow process of falling before reaching the end of their solid form.

At this moment, he appreciated the light rain even more, at least they faced the changes in his life with direct heroic determination, and his father was like the non-stop snow for several months when the city was hit by a snow disaster in winter, and he wanted to stop talking every time.

Although Dalaniel Savos, the coachman who drove the horse, was a magician, he only passed the first-class magician examination, after all, he did not have the ability to wet his clothes in the rain, and he also wore the hood behind the back of his cloak.

Mikhat looked at Dalaniel, who was driving his horse in front of him, and recalled the day he set out, when Dalaniel declared himself to be a magician, but reached out and touched the hilt of the short sword at his waist, a little absent-minded.

Children in their early years, no matter what race they are born into, are full of endless curiosity about the world!

Mishat was no exception, except that the main way he used to satisfy his curiosity was different from that of most Duosec kids—he chose to read.

The hobby of reading is actually very different from Mihart's original intention, he is a child who longs for freedom, and his mind is full of exploring the world and adventuring, how can he stay at home all day long, facing empty and boring books?

This is just a helpless move to quench Mei's thirst. For as long as he can remember, my father has been out for three days and two days, and he has been there for several days! He has interrogated him many times, but each time he is vague, and if he is impatient with his own questioning, he will explain to himself that it is a top-secret order from the lord of Dongyong City.

Does a nominal baron who doesn't even have a fiefdom really have so many official duties to deal with? I'm afraid it's a perfunctory lie!

Faced with an empty room, Michat often felt restless, and even on several occasions he almost packed his bags and ran away from home to embark on an adventurous journey, only to succumb to what little sanity he had.

What other way can we learn about the outside world than to choose to shut myself in my study at home and read a book?

So, starting with the "General History of the Empire" and now the "History of the Development of General Magic", Mihart read a lot of poetry, and if he couldn't remember a book after reading it once, he would usually read it three or four times, until he knew it by heart, and then he would not give up.

But Mikhart still wants to set foot in the inaccessible Eastern Rift and primeval forests, to climb the snow-capped peaks of Nukas, and to explore the Western Desert...... However, what he longed for most was wonderful and profound magic.

yes, magic, what an amazing thing that is!

There are many records of magicians in the books, and for little Michat, they are simply incredible!

So Mihart decided to become a powerful magician.

The Duosaik people have an increasing resistance to magic, but their magical talent is as low as that of the Wind Spawns, and there are very few Duosaik magicians recorded in history, and they don't even have an intermediate level or above, so their abilities are naturally very limited.

Instead of learning powerful martial arts, Kenmore naturally wouldn't let Mihart go for Mihart's nonsense, so he and Mihart had a long talk on their knees many times!

What a pride and an amazing thing it would be to become a magician! Michardt still insisted on going his own way, begging Kenmore to take him to the magic academy in Polestar City to test his magical talents.

Helpless, Kenmore decided to take this opportunity to break his illusions and immediately set off for the Polestar Academy of Magic in the eastern part of the continent of Tamriel.

With the ambition or fantasy of becoming a magician, Mishart undergoes a magical talent test.

As you can imagine, in Kenmore's sigh, Mihart returned home without saying a word, closed the door and wept bitterly.

Unable to learn magic, the disappointed Mihart had to ask his father for martial arts lessons.

Within a few days, Kenmore was surprised to find that this child's talent for martial arts was much higher than that of most Duosaik children.

But that's not what Michart wants.

Magic magic, magic magic! Why can't I just learn it?

Why did I just hold a sword and shield and become a samurai?

There were so many questions and confusions in Mishat's mind, and when they were intertwined to form a great web, he felt that he was about to go mad with all these nights when he listened to the cold wind beat against the window lattice.

The long jolt was too much for Mihart to bear, and the resilient teenager leaned on Kenmore's shoulder and fell asleep.

In addition to the fire and books at home, only the man who had taught him all the survival skills of martial arts, fighting, shipbuilding, sailing, breeding, hunting, etc., from an early age could make him feel a little warmth in his monotonous life, even though Kenmore was not a good talker and was accustomed to silence as the answer to most of his questions.

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The carriage stopped.

Michardt only realized this after Kenmore woke him up.

In the middle of the rainy month, the climate is relatively mild.

As twilight began to close, the terrible howls of wild beasts were heard from the dense jungle of the Mt. Nukas. In the pine leaf forest of the black hole on the mountain, there was a strange light, and in the distant sky, several vampire bats fluttered their wings and swirled crookedly in mid-air.

Kenmore patted Mihart's head and said softly, "It's getting dark, I can't make my way." Let's make a fire and set up camp. ”

There was a hint of helplessness and annoyance in his father's tone, as if every night camping was something he resisted so much.

Even though the series of questions in Mishat's mind drove him crazy, he didn't say a word—for he knew his father wouldn't answer his questions—and just followed Kenmore out of the carriage.

The two moons, one large and one small, are hidden in the clouds, and there are sparse stars overhead that emit a faint glow, and it seems that the weather tomorrow will not be too good.

Dalanier unbuttoned the carriage and tied the horse to a stout tree with a rope.

Carrying a short sword, Mihat cut off the branches of some dead trees and used them to make a fire.

The thick branches have to be picked thick, because the too thin branches will evaporate all the water and ignite when touched, while the thick dead branches will more or less lock in some of the water that has not yet been lost, and this water will slow down the flame at the end of its liquid form, so that the bonfire can burn until dawn.

According to Daraniel's map, they were already located in the Yin Wind Basin of the Central Plains, less than half a day's drive from White Man. The climate here is very different from that of the winter city, both in terms of temperature and precipitation. Even though it is a plain area, the temperature difference between day and night is still very large, and the plains are very cold at night.

Kenmore pitched his tent and checked around it again, making sure that no wind would come in the night ahead.

Spending the night in the wilderness, a vigil is a must.

The first is to ensure that the campfire continues to burn, and the second is to be on guard. The bright and warm bonfire makes ordinary beasts dare not approach, but the mighty monsters are not sure, God knows what terrible things will be encountered in the wilderness, those careless adventurers, after falling asleep, become the feces of the monsters, and never wake up.

The errand of lighting the fire was naturally left to the magician.

Dalanier set up the dead branches, held out a hand to them, and after taking a deep breath, flames erupted from his palm, instantly igniting the dead branches.

Mihart watched as Dalaniel cast his spell, and raised his hand solemnly, hoping that even a spark of fire would come out of his hand.

But the miracle did not happen, and Mirhat sighed, and turned back to the tent in despair.