"You're still too young, Nero, and it's always easy to confine your gaze to a single leaf in front of you, rather than learn to stand on a high spot and look down on the whole forest. ”

Caulfield stood up and walked out onto the terrace, looking out over the railing, as far as the eye could see, the vast northern land.

Nero gazed in awe at the back of the Marquis de Caulfield, and he now knew that he had not been able to hide from his uncle in all his actions.

"The days of relying solely on individual force are over. Caulfield said, his gaze as if he had crossed the mountain at the end of the plain to the snowy fields that had been blown by the cold winds for thousands of years, "I was afraid of the strength of the Grand Duke of Elliott back then, but after his death, the land he guarded remained the domain of the dynasty, for he was always the only one who was strong, not his kingdom. ”

"Nero, I hope that you can be smarter than the dragon veiners of other families, and not just pursue the strength of individual power, and pin all your faith on great power, only in this way can Vesmal have a chance to become a surname that can be placed alongside Claudius in the future. ”

Nero nodded, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Uncle, does Your Majesty let the Uther family come, does it mean that the news that the Elliottard family has descendants is true? If so, what should we do now?"

Caulfield sneered: "No one can stop the dynasty from conquering the continent, since that little guy named Constantine dares to come back and appears under my nose, let him stay in Azeroa forever." ”

......

Constantine and Roland had left Maple Snow Town at this moment, and crossed most of the Azeroa Plain at an astonishing speed, following the direction of the plains and rivers, heading towards the depths of the North.

The further north they went, the cooler the temperature became, and in order not to be obtrusive, both Roland and Constantine wore woolen sweaters to protect them from the cold.

After a few days, the two of them finally moved away from the densely populated town and headed for the sparsely populated mountainous area.

Turning over a hill, Constantine and his knights saw a gentle slope dotted with grass and yellow flowers.

Below the gentle slope, a river flows on flat land, leading to the mountains in the distance.

The mountains belong to the only mountain range on the Azerian Plains--- the Central Range, which stretches from the central part of the continent to the north and is the longest mountain range on the mainland.

The mountains are surrounded by the legendary Black Forest of Azero, a mysterious northern pine forest that has given birth to countless epics and fairy tales for the principalities of the old days.

Roland looked at the rolling mountains in the distance, "I can't imagine that the rebels in Azeroya would hide in such a place. ”

"But it's a good place to hide, and no matter how powerful the knights of the dragon lance are, they won't be able to turn the central mountain range upside down. Constantine chanted a incantation and cast a spell against the cold, a faint blue light enveloping him. As a bounty hunter, he is accustomed to conserving every bit of energy in his body to cope with all possible accidents.

For the next four days, following the route provided by Brillouins, Roland and Constantine trekked through the wooded central mountains.

The Black Forest in early winter was very quiet, the forest was silent, separated by flatlands and hills, and in such an environment, both Roland and Constantine felt a sense of isolation.

Of course, as the best of the young generation in the mainland, the two naturally did not forget to practice while they were in a hurry, and at the same time exchanged their experiences with each other.

"What level of magic do you have now?" asked Roland, who was sitting in a tent meditating on a windless night, opened his eyes and spoke.

In another tent under the ancient tree, Constantine flipped through a book of magic spells and studied the spells on it carefully.

Hearing Roland's inquiry, Constantine didn't raise his head, "Purely in terms of the upper limit of mental power, I now have the level equivalent of a high-level ordinary arcanist, a beginner-level entry-level elemental mage plus a senior alchemy apprentice, and the sum of the three is my current magic level. ”

Roland showed a look of surprise, the magicians who could rank first in the Holy Empire's Magic Guild were no longer ordinary people.

Constantine had only been exposed to magic for two years, and he was able to reach the level he is today, and his progress was simply rapid.

And Roland now clearly knows that the real combat effectiveness of the "master" in front of him is far from being measured by data on paper.

"Actually, I'm curious, what is the real purpose of your return to Azeroya? I feel that it seems that it is not as simple as helping the Resistance. Roland Road.

Constantine didn't know how to explain his background to Roland, so he could only raise his head and reply briefly: "After the rebels settle this matter, I will go to the Asgardian Mountains." ”

"That northernmost mountain range on the continent?" Roland frowned, realizing that it wasn't easy, "What are you going to do in that kind of place?"

"Go find something left behind by one of my ancestors. "You may not believe it, but my mother and His Majesty the Pope studied together in the City of Dawn. ”

Roland was in utter shock.

The City of Dawn, the legendary magical holy land, Roland naturally knows that the greatest magical sage in the history of the Holy Empire, one of the six epic heroes of the continent, St. Ingres, is said to be the magician who came out of the City of Dawn.

The news that His Majesty the Pope had actually stayed in the City of Dawn was surprising enough, but I didn't expect that even Constantine's mother was a magician from there.

Roland recalled carefully, and suddenly thought that maybe there was the shadow of the Pope behind the martial arts conference a few months ago.

After thinking about this layer clearly, he looked at the young mage's eyes with different colors.

How many secrets are still hidden in this teenager?

"If your mother is really a peer of the Pope's crown, she should also be a great powerhouse, in that case, why did you fall into such a miserable situation in Winterfell back then?" Roland asked, puzzled, "What happened the night you left Winterfell?"

Constantine closed the book and looked up, "It was a day I don't want to remember anyway, and I'm telling you this in advance because I want you to know how strong the enemy I really have to face in the future. ”

In the night, the fire-like magic light source illuminated the young man's eyes, and his eyes flashed with calm and perseverance, "So, you also have to become stronger, the stronger you are, the safer I am now, and your future opponent is far more than limited to the Dragon Lance Dynasty." ”

Roland nodded wordlessly, feeling his body seem to become a little heavier.