"This big brother, are you okay?" Galen used all his strength to help the noble son, he is only about ten years old now, and his whole body has not yet developed, so his strength is also very weak. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Damn, that grandson is so black. Although the noble son was not seriously injured, he really suffered a lot of flesh and skin, and when Galen helped him up, he had to grin his teeth and scream when he pulled a muscle slightly.

"It didn't hurt you, did it?" Galen guessed in his heart that he should also be a member of the Basloh Mage Academy, although he didn't know if it was a teacher or a student, but it was definitely unusual to see that he was dressed, and he was definitely not ordinary in his dress, plus he was standing out for himself, so on the one hand, he wanted to be grateful to others, and on the other hand, he wanted to take the opportunity to stammer.

"I'm fine, I just can't see such a domineering guy, damn it. "On the left side of the noble son, Galen supported his staff on the right side, and sat back in his place. "What are you going to do when you graduate from school? Everyone is a mage, what kind of elephant is it? Without him, the magic net will not work?"

"Big brother, your surname," after helping the noble son to sit down, Galen also sat down at the table, and waved his hand to the boss to bring him a large plate of fried venison meatballs and a bottle of fine rye beer, ready to drink with him.

"Eh, why did you order food?" the noble prince saw Galen ordering and hurriedly stopped him, "You are not as old as me, and I am still the senior of Baslo Academy, how can I let you spend money?"

The noble prince is also a warm-hearted and bold person, and he and Galen have just stood in a trench with the same enemy, and the two naturally quickly became one.

Through conversation, Galen learned the name of this noble son—Teemo, a fourth-level mage, and a graduate student in the spell department of Baslo's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The mages of this genre are more adept at the embodiment of objects and energies. Due to the large difference between the concept of energy and the energy system that specializes in attack, he requires a lot of complicated preparation when using energy attack type spells.

This is also the reason why he muttered a spell for a long time just now but was knocked down by someone before he could even come out with magic, otherwise, as a mage, he would have to show his two fangs and be embarrassed.

"Alas, brother, be careful when you enter the school and choose a major," said Teemo, after the two of them drank four liters of rye beer, and Timo began to run his tongue full. "Remember my brother's words - protect the poor for three generations, and the spell will ruin your life......"

What was going on? Galen felt like he had heard something terrible, and it seemed to smell of blood and tears in it. Deeply feeling the painful experience of not choosing a good major in his previous life, Galen has a great deal of attention to this kind of experience that condenses the blood and tears of his predecessors. So much so that he poured Timo a lot of beer, knocked on the side vigorously, and finally asked the inside story.

It turns out that the specialty of the protective mage is to apply various protective spells to people, and it belongs to the auxiliary role of working for the meat shield profession. The professions in the meat shield, except for the guardian knight in the paladin and the frost knight in the death knight, are not so much different from the master, and the other professions can only eat with the face of the master. But when he came to the mage of the protection system, he had to work for the meat shield in turn, which was considered to be a loss of face for the mage, and it was indeed despised by other factions.

And Teemo's spell system is like the owner of a grocery store all day long, summoning all kinds of otherworldly creatures and magic items all day long, although he doesn't lower his value like a protective mage, but he can be regarded as a relatively downtrodden group of mages.

But this guy ...... The young mage was like that, and they all said that he was wearing expensive goods, and he couldn't see a trace of despair from the inside out. Unless...... Thinking of this, Galen felt that he had to continue drinking with him.

Teemo didn't drink very well, and after a few more glasses of wine from Galen, he collapsed, so he couldn't ask anything in the end, so he gave up and went back to his room and went to sleep.

When he got up the next day, Galen was about to take a stroll around the town of Guanshan, but when he went to the bar for breakfast, he happened to see him packing his horses at the door, and Solzhenitsyn's pastry chef named Mozkov was tied to the back of the horses like an animal.

"Brother Rudolph, are you going to break up with us?" After ordering breakfast with the waiter, Galen walked out of the bar to greet Rudolph.

"Yes, I can buy horses when I get here, and I'll go to the temple in a hurry to hand it over, so I won't wait for you. As he spoke, Rudolph had already brushed his horses. "I'm afraid that something will happen after a long time, and Solzhenitsyn's henchmen are not fuel-efficient lamps. ”

"Can I say a few words to your captive?" Solzhenitsyn had finally been inherited, and although I still don't know what the benefits were, I had a crossover. He had learned about cruelty in the Inquisition and the like, he had cooked Jesus, Bruno and Viconia on their barbecue, and today he was a man and a ghost.

"Young Master Galen, you'd better be careful, they're all cunning foxes. Rudolph agreed to their contact, despite this.

"Your name is Mozkov, right?" Galen didn't dare to say much, the dim sum chef probably had to go into the oven, and if someone knew that he was a heir, he might have to torture him in some way. "You don't know my name, do you? My name is Galen. ”

"Master Galen, you are a good man, may the gods bless you. Mozkov heard Galen call out his name, and he knew that his purpose of sending out the soul orb had been achieved, and his tone of voice suddenly became a little excited.

"May your soul rest in heaven. Looking at Mozkov's constantly twitching lips, Galen even felt that his excitement was as thick as water.

"This bastard is a blasphemous whose soul deserves nothing more than being torn to pieces by three hounds in hell. As Rudolph said this, he picked up his scabbard and struck Mozkov on the shoulder. "Do not blaspheme the true God with your foul mouth. ”

With that, Rudolph turned over and rode on the newly purchased motley horse, and after saying goodbye to Galen, he set out on his own path with his legs between the horse's belly. Mozkov, who was dragged behind the inferior horse, immediately moved, but he still turned his head to say goodbye to Galen, and the tears hanging from the corners of his eyes and the smile at the corners of his mouth were impressive.

Since then, Mozkov has never seen each other again, and Mozkov's image is embarrassed and sloppy, but Galen feels that there is a trace of affection in him.