"Oh, I'm sorry. As the chief archmage of King Azeroth and a member of the Council of Tirispha, I haven't been back to my family for many years, especially since Mad's birth. The mage had a slightly regretful expression on his face, "So, are you sure you want to follow your father's path? You know, as His Majesty's magical advisor, I could have secured you a good position, such as being the sheriff of a wealthy and peaceful town like Shining Gold, or arranging for you to serve in the royal guard of the Stormwind Kingdom. I think it's much better than if you go to the front. ”

Marcus didn't speak, he bowed, and then he raised his head and made a gesture of not begging for a handout. In fact, he has no interest in this kind of position that cannot be brushed. If you can't farm monsters, where does the experience come from? If you don't have experience, how can you level up? If you can't level up, how can you deal with future crises?

Of course, it's not okay to brush and brush the brush that hasn't finished playing. Just like the town of Yuexi where he was born, the people there are fierce, but they are always defense-oriented. Stay in or around the town, Marcus isn't satisfied with that kind of experience, but if you leave the town and go into the wilderness, what's the difference between fucking and dying?

"Ah, good, young man, good. Nellas Elam continued, "This is the kind of demeanor that I am familiar with. When Cousin Thomas came to Stormwind, he looked like this, with only fourteen silver coins in his pocket, and only a pair of armor and a long sword on his body. But whoever says he can't afford the best villa, he goes to a duel. ”

Marcus' head was higher.

"Well, child, I will write a letter to the old Count of Lothar, and ask him to arrange for you to go to the Valley of the North Thorns, no, to the front line of the Red Ridge Mountains. Here are a hundred and fifty gold coins—" The mage's palm flickered slightly, there was already a large money bag, "don't refuse, this is a gift from an elder, you need to use it to buy a war horse, a stronger armor, and a sharper weapon." Tonight you will find a hotel in the mage area and stay overnight, and tomorrow afternoon come to me with the equipment you bought to get a letter of recommendation. By the way, give me your Elamite bloodline emblem, and I'll let the Golem guard keep track of it, and you can come directly to the Magic Tower to find me if you have something. ”

Marcus didn't refuse the money bag - he wasn't really arrogant or had a lot of pride, he just refused to go to places where he couldn't farm experience and didn't have experience - and it was time to change to a more reliable gear to better farm experience.

Respectfully, he took the money bag, then bowed and took his leave.

The apprentice who had brought him up before appeared like a ghost and led him out of the Mage Tower.

That night, Marcus did not stay in the mage quarter, but found an inn in the dwarven quarter. The next morning, he went to the market and cashed two of the three treasures that his cheap dad had left him.

On his deathbed, the warrior from the House of Elam left Marcus with a worn-out sword, a rudimentary leather armor, and a letter to Neras Elam, in addition to more than eighty silver coins. He came from a large family, and he also made a fortune from the war, but he ended up spending most of his fortune on drinking.

Unwilling to bow to fate as a young man, the warrior vowed to excel despite his lack of magical talent, but he spent the rest of his life in decadence and died in a disgraced family.

At that time, Marcus gladly accepted these three treasures, and now he happily cashed out two of them, just like the weapons and loot he used to sell his property before he left Mooncreek Town, as well as the weapons and loot he used to kill fishmen and kobolds and beasts before.

In the afternoon, Marcus, who had squandered all the gold coins and left only a few dozen silver coins to spend in spend, came to the Mage Tower again. Dressed in half-new chain mail, he carried a steel sword and a tin shield—the rest of the items were in the inventory—and he seemed to look new. Marcus didn't buy horses, because all the subsystems in Poliza's family bucket system were the kind of game systems that didn't support mounted combat.

He used to be like a turtle who had come from the countryside to Stormwind to make a living. Without the sword behind him, he could almost have been seen as a farmer. But now that he has changed his gear, at least Marcus looks like a mercenary or an adventurer.

It's just that this time he didn't get to see the great magician. He was received by another apprentice mage, telling him that Neras Elam, the chief magician of the kingdom's court, had other matters to do, and gave him a letter addressed to the old Count of Lothar, and told Marcus to report to the Count's mansion himself.

Marcus shrugged, took the letter sealed with the magic seal, and turned to walk towards Stormstorm.

The old Count of Lothar was not yet seventy or eighty years old, but he was indeed older, and he looked even older because of his years of war. So not long after Anduin Lothar was born, he changed from Count of Lothar to Count Old Lothar.

As a direct descendant of Soladin the Great, the first emperor of humanity in this world, and in a sense a fantasy version of the First Emperor, the Lothar family has always held a high position. At all times, the Lothar family is a strong supporter of the Ureon family, who rule the Stormwind Kingdom.

As a child, the nobleman often played with the current king, Barason Urien. From the death of the first king to the coming of age, his father participated in no less than twenty battles, and from the time the current king ascended the throne to the present, he may have participated in more than a dozen times! In times of crisis in the kingdom, the members of the Lothar family always showed extraordinary courage and extraordinary luck, which enabled him to climb to the top of the kingdom's nobility in three steps and two steps. There were even rumors in the court that His Majesty Baracen trusted Lothar more than Her Majesty the Queen.

Whether this rumor is true or not, the Count of Lothar, praised by His Majesty as "loyal and fearless", is indeed the sole marshal of the kingdom and the leader of the Praetorian Guard, whom the king relied so much. It can be said that the safety of the Urion family and the Stormwind Kingdom is pinned on him.

His son, Anduin Lothar, has grown up with Prince Ryan and is taught by the Chief Archmage Neras Elam, the other being Neras's son Medivan, and the entire kingdom knows that his daughter will marry Prince Ryan and become the future queen of the kingdom, and his official residence is even located in Stormwind Fortress, the castle of the House of Ureon and the heart of Stormwind Kingdom.

As the marshal of the kingdom, the old earl's official residence was always like a barracks. Heavily armed royal guards were stationed inside and outside the courtyard, and a large number of officers came and went in and out of the courtyard and in the house, and various characters were constantly coming and going. There were nobles who came to ask for favors, there were country knights who longed to join the royal guard, and more were followers sent by their masters to deliver letters to Monsieur Earl.

Before eight o'clock in the morning, the earl's waiting room would be filled with people, and it would be filled with a cacophony of whispers. And from time to time the count's chamberlain came here from the next door, the old earl's office, and summoned the chosen one, that is, those who were allowed to come in and be summoned.

When Marcus arrived in the waiting room, he saw exactly such a scene.

Whether it is a guard or a porter, they all have a pair of bright eyes. After seeing the letter sealed with the magic seal and the magical Elan family coat of arms flowing on it, the traveler was given the privilege of being taken directly to the waiting room by his colleague who had been handed over the letter by the attendant, without the usual red tape.

However, not everyone in this room welcomed Marcus's arrival.

Sitting in the room were all sorts of gentlemen—those attendants, attendants, and the like were not qualified to be received by the earl, and certainly not to be seated in this waiting room.

In the midst of a crowd of richly dressed gentlemen, the outfit of the traverser looked out of place in the waiting room. He could not have been clothed with a Count of Lothar—Marcus was not yet an officer, and would have been stopped when he was fully armed—so he wore only a woolen tunic that was old and a little yellowish, and his sky-blue trousers had changed color from the starching of the paste.

When he set out from Mooncreek Town, his clothes were shabby but still clean, but after a long journey from Mooncreek Town to Sentinel Leader to Westspring Fortress to Shining Gold Town to Stormwind City, his clothes were not so clean and tidy.

Thus, from all points of view, Marcus is alive and well as a nobleman's attendant, or the kind of aristocratic attendant who is not willing to give his attendant a uniform—obviously, this is not a big nobleman.

So, as soon as Marcus sat down, nay, walked into the waiting room, he got a lot of disgusted looks. And within three seconds of his ass touching the bench, an indescribably sarcastic, arrogant voice rang out in the room.

"Whose servant are you? Didn't anyone tell you this was the Count of Lothar's waiting room? This is not the place you should be!

Marcus locked on to the speaker with his gaze, feeling that his character was really good today.

He remembered that there were several achievements in the achievement system, and he could have taken this opportunity to do them.

Achievements can be obtained with Platinum Coins, and Platinum Coins can be used to purchase some services that require Battlenet Points to purchase, such as increasing character slots and increasing inventory......

By the way, he can also mix in a little experience.

Although you can't see the level if you don't enter the battle, and you don't know how much experience you can gain if you don't know the level, but looking at this guy dressed in purple silk, he should be from a big nobleman, probably not less than a kobold, right?

So, as if he had not yet understood for a moment that this strange accusation was directed at him, when he finally understood, he frowned slightly, paused for a long time, and then said in a puzzled tone: "Did you say me?"