When Lear and the others walked out of the Kaunaston Mage Society, the setting sun of Eli had just faded its last rays.

Night falls.

Ivo didn't know where to get a carriage waiting at the door, Lear had already found an inn to stay at during their stay in the Mage Guild, and after looking up at the sky, Lear gave up the idea of visiting the Kaunaston Interior Governor today.

Kaunaston was a small town, but it was surrounded by two large towns and seven or eight villages, with a total population of about 30,000, all of whom were the subjects of the Earl of Grote.

The daily exchanges of these lords can probably bring Count Grote about a thousand gold coins in taxes, and occasionally fluctuate due to large transactions with elves or dwarves, but the difference is not particularly large, so a single interior office is enough to help him manage everything.

In addition, Count Grote himself lives in a castle called Bright Moon City, thirty kilometers from Kaunaston, which can be reached by fast horse cavalry in a day, and there is his real lair.

In addition to the beauties, his family knights, military camps are also set up there, I heard that in addition to the blessings of monks and angels, he already has the official Holy Knights - knights with individual combat ability of at least six or above, plus a terrifying legion made by Humvee heavy armor that is enough to rival unicorn beasts, and it is also the strongest existence among human warriors.

There is a proverb that is widely circulated on this continent: "A soldier who does not want to be a holy knight is not a good soldier." ”

In fact, in the past, the Holy Knights were only called Knights, but later the Holy Knights added the word Holy before their names in order to distinguish themselves from those incompetent little nobles (knight titles), but in this way, it also made those ignorant young people yearn for it.

However, I heard that because of the lack of iron ore in human territory, and the cost of asking dwarves to forge heavy armor is too high, Count Grote's Holy Knights have always been a bit unworthy of the name, except for a small number of knight captains, it would be more appropriate for his army to be called the Holy Cavalry Regiment.

After all, the most terrifying thing about the Holy Knight is the terrifying power generated by the high-speed impact of the Humvee's heavy armor and heavy gun, and the weight is insufficient, and the power is naturally greatly reduced.

But it had nothing to do with Lear, who was busy practicing calligraphy right now.

Unlike what he imagined, the magic scroll was not just as easy as copying spells on the scroll, although Lear could pronounce every character clearly, it didn't mean that he could write it down completely, and he felt very frustrated that as long as one stroke didn't fall well, a black light would immediately flash on the tsundere magic scroll - it would be scrapped.

He had already wasted five blank scrolls and corresponding materials, with a total price of nearly a thousand gold coins, which made him not only distressed, but also very painful, so he had to give up the production of the scrolls first, find a thick pile of parchment, and then borrow a copy from the library of the Mage Guild, and copy it word by word.

His handwriting is just too ugly.

As for why she didn't ask someone else to help, it was because Ms. Adela directly rejected this kind of laborious activity, and Valenk, even if he was very willing to be captured, was seriously lacking in mental strength.

I can only do it myself.

It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that Lear finally stopped the quill in his hand after rubbing his swollen eyebrows, and he didn't feel any relief when he looked at the pile of parchment full of magic spells in front of him, and it could be seen from the crooked handwriting that after practicing all night, his handwriting had not improved at all, because until now he couldn't find the correct posture for holding the pen- The goose feathers were so thin and slippery that he couldn't catch them that he wondered how the aristocrats in the movies in exaggerated costumes could write beautiful English with such things.

It seemed necessary to think of something else, and he looked up at the sky and decided to get some sleep.

After eating early the next morning, Lear locked himself in his room and announced that he should not bother when the sky fell, and everyone who did not know why Lear suddenly pulled out the dagger from Ivo's waist when passing through the garden, and then rushed in and slashed the rhizomes of some plants, and then happily returned to the room with a large handful of various small short tubes, and after he left, everyone looked at you and you looked at me, and finally unanimously agreed that Lear's intermittent neuropathy had flares up again.

Lear is happy right now.

After experimenting with the torsos of many plants, he found that a kind of bamboo called Eli white bamboo is the best to use, as long as the two ends of a hole, and then stuff the quill into it, the size of one finger thick is just right, and the bamboo inside is just enough to jam the quill pen, as long as you stuff something at the end of the block, it is a simple fountain pen.

Lear felt that he was a genius, and with this "pen", my mother no longer had to worry about my handwriting being ugly.

So he spread out the blank scroll again, dipped the "pen" in a special ink mixed with fairy blood, madder, cinnabar and sulfur in proportion, and then began to transcribe the magic scroll again, to be on the safe side, he first started with a low-level magic curse possession, took a deep breath to adjust his mentality, and then began to walk the peak like a swimming dragon.

About five minutes later, when the last red thread ended on the edge of the scroll with a flick of his wrist, a faint red glow suddenly shone on the magic scroll.

It worked!

Lear takes out a gem and inserts it into the circle reserved in the upper right corner of the scroll and infuses it with his own mana - the more magic the gem contains, the more times the scroll will be used, but every time the scroll is used, there will be some extra mana loss, so that circle is needed to maintain.

There is really no success for no reason in this world, every failed tadpole is a clue to the frog, luck and hard work are indeed equally important.

Lear happily put away the magic scroll, and after a flash of light in his hand, a new one appeared in front of him, and with a bang, this time he was going to try second-level magic.

Three days later, when Lear walked out of the room with a red face, he had already used up all the blank magic scrolls, but the look in his eyes should be pretty good.

It's just that his current appearance is a little flattering.

Three days without washing made his face look like a sparrow in August, and the excessive consumption of mental energy and the severe lack of sleep gave him a pair of panda eyes again, especially now that it was summer, and the strong sour smell from his body made Adela ruthlessly move his chair away to keep a distance from him during the meal.

Guina pursed her lips and snickered, her big eyes lit up into two cherries.

However, Lear is not impressed, and he is in a really good mood right now.

"When are you going to visit the Interior Officer in Kaunaston?"

Adra, who finally couldn't stand the strange atmosphere at the dinner table, asked.

"Oh, well, let's finish eating. ”

Lear grabbed a loaf of bread in one hand and a chicken leg in the other, and replied vaguely, three days of sleepless rice had really starved him, although for a magician of his level, he could also replenish his strength by meditating to extract the elemental essence in the surrounding air, but he still liked the real food more.

It's all about food and magic.

Oh, and gold coins and beauties.

"You're going like this?"

Adela asked again in disgust.

"Hmm, what's wrong?"

Lear looked down at himself, he felt that he was in good shape, and he put his nose under his armpit and sniffed it in the surprised eyes of everyone.

Well!! very sour.

The female mage propped her forehead on the table with one hand, her face full of lovelessness.

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