Five days later, Lear and the others entered the land of Eli, where they encountered some enthusiastic elves in the forests of Turalea, and greeted each other by friendly shouts (stop!), greetings (archery and axe throwing), friendly shouts (identifying, the elves felt that they couldn't beat them), and then greeting each other (turning enemies into friends).

Through this series of enthusiastic team exchanges, the two teams have established a deep friendship with each other (no fight, no acquaintance), especially after learning that Lear and the others have returned from the front line of Hammondale and passed through the territory of Tiga, and also cleaned up a necromancer, the elves excitedly pulled Lear and they started the feast, and called out the most beautiful girl and the most beautiful wine.

Unlike the elves of the southern forest (the forest of Turalone is divided into four parts, east, west, north and south, and is separated by the undead country Diga in the middle), the elves of Eri are more enthusiastic and more admiring heroic stories, and the behavior of Lear and others is considered by them to be a great journey, after all, the straight-line distance from Hammondale to Eri is more than 2,000 kilometers, and it takes nearly two and a half months to complete the vast Forest of No Return (south) and the country of the undead on the way, which cannot be considered a feat for the northern elves who have never left Eri since birth。

Sure enough, in response to what Lear once pirated on Guina, "The imps who don't know what war is and the imps who don't know what peace is, their worldviews are completely different." ”

Although there is occasional news of necromancer invasions on the border, they are all skirmishes.

Since the earth-shattering battle between Eli and Tiga two hundred years ago, the elves have indeed enjoyed peace for a long time.

After the wolf came and shouted too much, the wolf seemed to be less terrible.

Perhaps because of the oppression he had endured in the land of Tiga, Lear had a rare chance of letting everyone relax completely, but after a few sips of wine, he returned to the cabin prepared for him by the elves and began to meditate, and if anything happened, he had to make sure that he had the ability to protect himself in the first place.

The next day, when Lear told the leader of the elven tribe that he wanted to find human territory, he enthusiastically presented them with a map and said that he could assign someone to show them the way if needed, but Lear smiled and declined.

In this way, it seems that at least in the land of Eli, the human race and the elves get along relatively well.

However, this also raises the problem that if Lear becomes the human lord of the locals, it will be very difficult for him to expand because of this harmony, unless he wants to become the enemy of the people.

Thinking of this, Lear has a bit of a headache, but there is no way, let's take one step at a time according to the plan.

The land of Eri is divided into three parts by two invisible lines, the elves live on the edge of Turalleone, the central hills and mountains are dotted with dwarven huts and vaults, and the human realm is at the top near the sea.

From the forests of Tula Leone to reach human territory, you need to cross the hills where the dwarves live, not to mention the peaceful life of Erie, but these dwarves are just as fond of wine, smelting and fighting, and the closest Terran castle to the dwarven area is Kaunaston, which belongs to Count Grote Byron.

It would take about two months to get there, and Lear decided to visit the Earl first.

Lear was not in the mood to enjoy the wonderful scenery along the way, passing through the dwarven town of Dweik, several drunken dwarves came to trouble them, and after being punched by Haag and overturned them all, the little men in the tavern shocked them and held a special drinking party for this purpose, and the bearded boss even announced that the wine money was free today, which made Lear very confused about what these dwarves were in their heads.

Did the iron rust when the molten iron got into the head?

Two months and three days later, a huge white-stone castle appeared in Lear's sight on the horizon, and unlike what he had imagined, it was just a medieval retro-style castle building, located on a vast plain green area, beautiful and beautiful, but definitely had nothing to do with grandeur, at least compared to Sarabuto's 10-kilometer-high walls, Kaunaston looked more like a small farmhouse.

Maybe it had something to do with the fact that there was no war on the seashore, and that's all Lear could say.

Although the sparrows were small and well-equipped, at least when Lear and the others passed the narrow drawbridge at the city gate, the soldiers guarding them still checked them very decently, at least until Lear showed his badge as a fifth-level magician, he didn't feel that he was being treated with the respect he deserved.

"I'm sorry, my lord, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were a magician!"

The Captain of the Gate kicked the soldier who was bent on extorting Lear's tolls into the moat, and then apologized to Lear in fear, as if it was someone else who was standing five meters away and smiling at all of this.

Lear, of course, doesn't bother with such a small person.

Snakes have snake paths, rats have rat holes, no matter what class they are in, everyone has to live.

However, Lear was then embarrassed to tell the orcs that they were not allowed to enter the castle because of the large number of lethal weapons they carried, but the excellent city guards as a mage could provide them with a temporary camp outside the city for the cost of one gold coin, which was used for the rental of tents, which Lear agreed.

After inquiring about the location of the Mage Guild in the city, Lear led Adela and Valenk towards the city, while the others stayed outside the city with the orcs - Valenk needed to be officially certified as a mage, and Lear needed to buy some raw materials, and the person he was visiting was Count Grote who was not here.

Monsieur Earl, of noble origin, had his own independent castle on the plain thirty kilometres from Kaunaston, which was warm in winter and cool in summer, and the main advantage was that one of the five or six villages that surrounded the castle was a special product: beauty.

Although he is over forty years old, our Mr. Grote has the great honor of 'piledriver' in the land of Kaunaston for a hundred miles, and it is rumored that he can even the eighth maiden without a golden gun, and after his fortieth birthday he still saves the lonely lost girls at the rate of ten concubines a year, and when he heard the news from the bards he met along the way, Lear expressed his admiration in addition to admiration.

Kaunaston wasn't big, no more than five miles long from east to west, less than three miles from north to south, and the Mage's Guild, the city's landmark, had a spiky tower, so after just a few steps into the city, Lear found his destination.

Adela accompanied Valenque to go for the mage certification, as a third-level mage, she had this qualification, originally she was too lazy to care, but after the latter entered the mage association, she kept pulling the corner of her clothes and said that she was a little nervous, which was very annoying.

As a fifth-level magician, his level is as high as the president of the Kaunaston Mage Association, many young mages and apprentices stared at this strange and young face with the big eyes of the curious baby, and a few higher-level third- and fourth-level mages stood in the distance and nodded at him with a smile, and Lear also responded politely one by one.

This is actually not to blame them, because Lear looks too young, anyone who sees a fifth-level mage who is less than eighteen years old is afraid that he will be shocked by his big teeth, this is still because Lear has always been sleeping in the open and fighting in the field, so it looks more vicissitudes, in fact, he will not be sixteen until next month.

So when the forty-year-old president of the Kaunaston Mage Guild walked out and saw the badge on Lear's chest, his first reaction was to rub his eyes, and then a deep sense of frustration appeared in his pupils.

People are more angry than people.

"Hello distinguished friend, welcome to Kaunaston, is there anything I can help you with?"

Mr. President warmly came up to greet him, Kaunaston is a small town, and this kind of reception will not seem rude if he comes in person.

"Hello, I'm Lear from Sarabuto, I need to buy some blank magic scrolls, cinnabar, fairy blood, and madder, do you have any of them?"

These are the materials needed to write and burn the magic scroll, since the battle of Chama, Lear has planned to change his fighting style, at least until he learns to instantaneously, he doesn't want to be pressed by others with magic scrolls anymore, and the more important gems and mercury Lear have inventory here, so they don't need it.

After hearing Lear's request, the president's eyes lit up, these are all good things, and the price is not low, according to the foreign mage's 20% handling fee, if Lear's demand is great, then the mage association will make a lot of money.

"Yes, the Blank Scroll Society still has a lot of stock, but the reserves of cinnabar and madder are not running out, how much do you need?"

"As much as you want, if you don't mind. ”

Lear replied.

"Don't mind, don't mind at all. ”

The president's eyes are going to smile like a flower.

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