When facing NPCs, the player is always an actor with superb acting skills.

Marcus bowed down and said with a straight face, "Your Excellency, I left Moonstream Town and came to Stormwind City to carry on my father's legacy. ”

"Legacy?" Neras Elan frowned slightly, and then the parchment was gorgeously extinguished in the sudden blue flames. "Cousin Thomas has died?"

"Yes, Your Excellency, this winter. The arrow in his knee during the war hurt him too much. The town of Moon Creek is a small place, there is no pastor and no church, and the doctors in the town will not do anything but induce vomiting, catharsis, and bloodletting......"

Marcus struggled to make a sad expression, and even forced out two tears.

"Alas, I'm sorry. Cousin Thomas didn't have any talent for magic, but he could have earned a stable life - as a wizarding family, the Elan family had the confidence to do so. It's a pity that he is too strong, and his luck is really too bad. If he hadn't been hit by an arrow in the knee, he could have become a knight after the war had subsided, rather than retire and become a militia captain in Mooncreek Town. The Grand Mage raised his head and looked at the young man opposite, "By the way, what is the situation in Moonstream Town?"

"It's still the same, Your Excellency. This barren land is in turmoil, and it is rare that there will be a day when there will be no trouble, and it will be either this group of enemies or that group of enemies. Fight the Gnolls, fight the Kobolds, fight the Bandits, fight the Beasts...... You even have to fight the fish-people. The inhabitants were armed and prepared to defend themselves against fishmen, gnolls, kobolds, and wild beasts, often against bandits, and sometimes even from the lord's tax collectors. The only thing they never resisted was probably the army of the House of Wryon under the Lion Army. ”

The mage shook his head, "Well, let's talk about something else. As he spoke, he raised his arms and spread his palms upward, "Only endless magic is the hope of all, and everything is possible." ”

A white orchid floated above the palm of his hand. "Come, touch it, let me see what your magical credentials are?"

"Your Excellency, I think you have forgotten that the blood of the Elan family is subject to a magical aptitude test when they reach the age of fifteen, and I, like my father, have no talent. ”

"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?

"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 war horse, 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 North Thorn Valley, Ano, 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. ”

Marcus didn't refuse the purse - 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 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 Elan family left Marcus with a worn-out sword, a rudimentary leather armor, and a letter of introduction to Neras Elam. 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.