Chapter Seventy-Seven: Snow Drifting (I)

Kayan narrowed his eyes, and his eyes suddenly became a little cold.

From childhood to adulthood, there are no people who dare to communicate with her with such a tone and such eyes.

She didn't expect that the young magician in front of her was not the nerd she imagined, and he didn't stand on the moral high ground to respond to her argument, but directly put the bloody reality in front of her.

Moreover, this young man named Dean, an ordinary mage, did not show the slightest sense of awe in his words for the Dragon Vein Family of the Famous Continent, which was a very incredible thing.

However, Constantine's words were like a sharp sword, pointing to her heart: what if one day, the Dragon Vein family is no longer willing to live under the royal family of the dynasty?

If she wants to become the ruler of the Dragonlance in the future, this question is a question she must think about and answer.

"I believe in Your Majesty, and I believe in his descendants. Eventually, she gave her own explanation, albeit a little pale. "Whatever you Azerotans think, I always believe that only the dynasty led by Your Majesty is the only future ruler of this continent. ”

Constantine felt tired, and at the same time thought that he was really an idiot, why should he say a lot of things to a nobleman who was obviously brainwashed by the ruling theory of the Dragon Lance Dynasty, just because the other party was a big beauty?

The insight and thoughts revealed by those words just now had completely exceeded the boundaries of his disguised image, and he couldn't help but wonder why his emotions were so wrong.

Perhaps, it was because of seeing this woman that he couldn't help but think of that girl many years ago, who was also beautiful and proud.

"I'm sorry, Lord Dean, I think I've talked too much tonight, I'm going to rest. Kayan slowly got up and walked to the other side of the cave, his tone was very light, and there was a kind of indifference that rejected people from thousands of miles away.

"Good night, Miss Ysera. Constantine sighed secretly, since words are not speculative, it is useless to say more.

So there was no word all night.

When he woke up, neither he nor Kayan had made any more contact, not even eye contact.

Kayan just glanced at him lightly, and after packing his bags, he set out on his journey again.

Walking in the frozen valley, the two of them deliberately kept their distance one after the other, as if the invisible rift left by the conversation last night still stood between the two.

As they walked, they did not say a word, and instead of turning his head to kindly warn Constantine or slow down his pace to keep up, as he had done in the previous days, he walked briskly without looking back, as if there was no such person behind him.

If Constantine wasn't a bounty hunter who was proficient in physical skills, he would have been thrown a few kilometers behind her.

Apparently, she was still angry about the argument she had with herself yesterday.

Seeing the other party like this, Constantine could only smile bitterly, although he had long seen that Ysera was a nobleman with a strong sense of national honor to the point of excess, but he didn't expect it to be so excessive.

Constantine took a deep breath, suppressed his slightly irritable mood, and secretly reminded himself: Lao Tzu has more important things to do, and he has no energy to accompany a big-chested woman to be angry.

The frozen valleys are unusually large, the terrain is open, and the scenery is varied, including lakes, swamps, frozen soil, ...... And so on, but the man and the woman walking in the mountains have no heart to appreciate these anymore.

After walking for a few hours, they saw a flat meadow with a grove next to it, rocks scattered among snowflake-white shrubs and meadows, and a hazy mist in the distant mountains.

Behind the woods, there is a lake, the mirror-like water reflecting the light of the sky falling from above the valley. It's bright.

Great location for camping.

The two stopped, and Constantine lit the bonfire with his magic as usual, then found a rock and sat down, closed his eyes, and began to meditate silently while he healed his injuries.

Kayan stood alone on another rock, with his hands in his hands, with his back to Constantine, facing the reckless mountains, not knowing what he was thinking.

After an unknown amount of time, Constantine recovered from his meditative state, looked at the faint light of stars floating on his fingertips, and frowned in thought.

In the meditation just now, he took the ontology of consciousness as the origin and the physical and mental forces as the axis, and successfully constructed a two-dimensional coordinate system in the depths of the spiritual world.

Next, he had to use the coordinate system to calculate the trajectory of the stars, so as to incorporate them into the orbit and form a complete star field.

But after a brief period of euphoria, he discovered an unsolvable problem, which was that there was no data to calculate.

In astrology, deriving the equations of motion of the stars requires a large number of parameters, including things like star mass, radius, relative distance, angular velocity, linear velocity, etc.

However, in the spiritual world, there is no way to find these data, and even if there is a coordinate system, there is no mathematical model at all.

Stars are energy, there is no entity, in the absence of data support, how to set their specific coordinates?

You must not guess, otherwise, the constructed star field will inevitably be the same as at the beginning, chaotic, and impossible to command at all.

Constantine was in distress.

If Ora was here, would there be a way to give him an idea?, Constantine remembered the genius companion who was now practicing with Joey in the Magic Tower.

As he pondered, a voice came from behind him, breaking the silence in the field,

"I'm sorry, I may have been a little too emotional last night and said a lot of things that shouldn't have been said, I apologize to you. ”

Constantine was stunned for a moment, and looked back at the rock, the back of Ysera standing with her hands in her hands, her dark green cloak swaying in the wind.

Hearing this, Constantine's face softened a lot, "No need to apologize, Miss Ysera, it's just that our positions are different, there is no right or wrong, but even if our positions are different, it doesn't prevent us from walking together at this moment." ”

He could see that for such a proud noble woman of the upper echelons of the dragon lance, apologizing must be an extremely unusual thing, let alone an ordinary young mage with too much lowly status.

Frankly speaking, he really doesn't have any ill feelings towards Ysera, and even admires her abilities and qualities in many places.

Since the other party apologizes, then you should also release appropriate kindness and respect.

Kayan shook his head and said in a very sincere tone, "No, Your Excellency Dean's analysis is very reasonable, and what you say is true, you didn't cater to my thoughts because I saved you, but said what was in your heart, and I appreciate your honesty." ”

Constantine did not expect her to be so reasonable, and breathed a sigh of relief, and returned a sincere smile, "I have always been honest with my friends. ”

"So, in your eyes, we're already friends?" Kayan suddenly turned his head, his eyes staring earnestly at the young man behind him.

Her eyes are bright and beautiful, like a sparkling crystal, which is very exciting.

"At least for now. Constantine didn't see anything strange in her eyes.

But if he knew that what was staring at him behind the lenses was a pair of golden pupils that belonged to the dragon vein, it would feel very different.

"Hopefully it will be in the future, of course, I don't think there's much chance of seeing Miss Ysera in the future. ”

"You're honest. The corners of Kayan's mouth rose slightly, remembering that many years ago, the little boy who handed him the fairy tale book outside Winterfell was also such a sincere fellow.

For her, who grew up in killing and lying, it was a pleasure to be able to communicate with a sincere person.

Tacit understanding is a wonderful thing that can be established inadvertently without too many words.

After the atmosphere eased, the communication between the two became much smoother and let go of a lot of restraints

"Lord Dean, what kind of magic are you majoring in?"

"Miss Ysera, I'm majoring in arcane arts, and I'm able to use some elemental spells, but I'm not proficient in them. Constantine did not hide his direction of practice.

A successful lie should be true and false, and as long as the key information is not leaked, it does not hurt to be honest and honest about the rest.

"Arcane, as far as I know, most of you magicians in Azeroa like to practice frost-based magic, aren't they?" asked Kayan curiously.

This is true, Azeroa is rich in ice mages and is known to the world.

Constantine said: "Indeed, when I was young, I also had the dream of becoming a Blizzard mage, but in the end I found that I really had no talent in elemental magic, so I had to take the sword and dabble in it extensively. ”

"Lord Dean, are you an adult this year?"

"No, I just turned eighteen. Constantine shook his head, according to the rules of most countries on the continent, a man is considered an adult at the age of twenty.

A little surprise flashed in Kayan's eyes.

She didn't practice magic, but she also knew that an arcanist who could take off the mid-level mage badge at this age was quite rare in many countries, even in the Holy Empire, where there were many genius mages.

Rommel, who had been defeated at her hands, was recognized as a magical genius in the Dragon Vein family, older than Constantine, and now he was only a high-level mage, and he was still on his way to the crown rank.

Although Kayandang defeated Rommel with ease at a young age, it didn't mean that she would despise the magical talent of the dragon vein warlock.

"At the age of eighteen, you participated in the high-level mage trial, Dean you are indeed a great magician, I am afraid that in the Royal Academy of Magic of the Holy Empire, there is also a level equivalent to an elite student. ”

Kayan said, this is not a compliment, she is one of the few dragon veins within the dynasty who has had an in-depth study of the Holy Empire, and she is very familiar with the horizontal distribution of mage students in the Royal Academy.

"Miss Ysera is overrated, I'm just a lame spellcaster, and I don't dare compare myself to the heavenly pride of the Royal Academy of Magic. Constantine seemed humble, but in fact said cheekily.

Joke, my dignified eighteen-year-old Crown Archmage is also comparable to those guys?

Constantine was very unimpressed in his heart, but he still wanted to save a little face for Joey.

"Is your teacher the Grand Magician of the Principality of Azeroria?"

"No, I am self-taught. Constantine said unashamedly, his face was not red and his heart was not beating, he didn't care if Joey knew this, he would be so angry that he would squirt out a sip of tea, and then use teleportation magic to come to him and backhand a [dimensional cutting] paste on his face.

Self-study? Do you have the face to say?

"The wizarding world is vast, and it is comfortable to follow the path of the predecessors, but only by measuring it with your own steps can you appreciate the charm of magic. Constantine continued to talk nonsense in a serious manner, firmly establishing a great image of self-reliance and self-reliance.

Kayan thinks so, as the commander of the Great Army, she herself has stepped from blood and fire to the position of the leader of the Great Army, and she knows the importance of practice.

As the exchange deepened, she found more and more that the young mage named Dean in front of her was really a very remarkable person.

Contrary to the world's stereotypes of spellcasters, Dean is not the kind of old-fashioned arcanist who only buries his head in a book and doesn't care about the world.

He was very knowledgeable, gentle and funny, sharp and original, not only magical, but also when talking about the country's politics, economic system, culture and customs, he had very amazing insights.

At one point, Kayan even had the illusion that he was communicating with the young Archduke Eliotgard.

When she first visited Winterfell as a child, she was deeply impressed by the Grand Duke's graceful demeanor, outstanding knowledge, and great strength, and left a deep impression on the young dragon vein girl.

She immediately validated her opinion of Dean: a talented, ambitious, and promising young magician.

It's a pity that such a valuable talent falls into the hands of the Silver Dragon family.

Kayan couldn't help but have the idea of recruiting him to the Dragon Lance Dynasty, with her identity and status, if she wanted to give Dean a step forward, or even give him the status of a nobleman, it was not impossible, but ......

She remembered what Dean had said to herself in the cave, and couldn't help but be silent.

She knew very well that it would be difficult to convince Dean, who was very disgusted with the Dragonlance Dynasty, to work for her, because geniuses were often proud and stubborn.

Kayan himself is a genius, and he is the proudest and most powerful genius among the younger generation in the mainland.

But she is also a dragon vein with a strong desire to conquer.

She knew that if she wanted to rule the Dragon Lance Dynasty in the future, it would not be enough for her to be alone, and she must have all kinds of talented people with outstanding abilities.

In addition to their own extraordinary abilities and minds, the more important factor of the emperors who have made outstanding achievements in the past dynasties is that they have the most warlike generals, the wisest staff, and the most experienced ministers on the continent who surround them and serve them loyally.

Jia Yan is familiar with the general history of the mainland, and understands this truth very early, and also knows that her brothers who covet the throne began to plan and establish their own team very early.

Prince Thales was a brilliant general, but not a good military advisor.

She just lacked a staff member who could help her with advice, but she didn't know who to fill this crucial position.

Looking at the calm and calm young man in front of her, she suddenly felt that she seemed to have found a suitable candidate.