The Eternal Forest is located in the southwestern corner of Middle-earth, like a green emerald, adding a lot of bright color to this continent that has gone through many vicissitudes. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On a towering cliff, a young man with black hair and yellow skin quietly looked at the sea of green that could barely be seen, and the expression in his eyes was complicated.

The young man slowly drew a sharp sword from his waist, the sharp sword was all blue, and under the moonlight, it reflected an arrogant and fierce cold light.

On the quaint hilt of the sword, two vigorous and powerful elven characters are engraved, "Green Tank." The young man's left hand slowly stroked the cold sword body, and two words were gently spat out in his mouth.

In the months since he spent time with Hypatia, Marven has come to know a lot of elven characters.

"Thank you, Hypatia, for the rest of my life, I will never forget your kindness. Sighing softly, Marven saw a familiar shadow in front of him again, cold and arrogant, just like this sharp green cylinder sword.

The moonlight is like water, quietly sprinkled on the vast forest, this seemingly quiet and peaceful eternal forest does not know how many undercurrents are turbulent.

One last glance at the Eternal Forest in the distance, Marven turned his head and strode away.

Two days later, Marven had completely stepped out of the territory of the Night Elves and returned to the human country he was familiar with------- Morowing

Morowingn is no longer a kingdom, and after the war, a third of its southern territory was absorbed by the Night Elves, and these places are on the edge of the Eternal Forest, a large intermittent small forest, sparsely populated but producing all kinds of minerals and magical beasts, which is an important resource land.

Having lost its resources, the strength of the Morowingian Kingdom plummeted, and in order to protect itself, it had to be completely dependent on the St. John's Empire.

After the St. John's Empire obtained the right to garrison the Molovingian Kingdom, it deposed the Molovingian royal family on the grounds of poor cooperation in battle, and the Molovingian Kingdom was renamed the Duchy of Moloving, and the former Molovingian general Odinan became the Grand Duke of the Duchy of Moloving.

These news were only learned by Marven three days after he entered the Principality of Morowing.

At this time, he was sitting in a beer hall in the Habsburgs, intently reading a slightly old notebook.

The book was written in Juan Xiu's words to record obscure spells-------- if there was a magician around, then he would definitely exclaim, it was a precious magic note.

The magic notes were recorded in great detail, with dense small letters lining the entire page, and almost all the points and difficulties of the spell were explained in detail, many of which were still in ink, apparently newly added not long ago.

Although Hipatia didn't have time to teach Marven more magic herself, Marven benefited a lot from the patient and detailed explanation in the magic notes.

During this period of time, Marven had taught himself with that magic note, and he had mastered no less than ten kinds of beginner magic, and the magic power he had condensed had become even stronger.

Through self-taught transfiguration, Marven changed his skin color and hair color, and at a glance, he was no different from an ordinary Morowingian.

This saved Marven a lot of trouble, you know, since the end of the war, the Church of Light has suppressed the heretics more severely, especially against the Xia people.

The beer hall was noisy, and the people around it, whether it was commoners, nobles or merchants with status, were talking in low voices, and from time to time someone let out a burst of lamentation.

"Alas~ Since the kingdom has been downgraded to a principality, even my title has dropped a lot!" A middle-aged man in luxurious clothes kept shaking his head, his eyes were full of loneliness, a person of noble status like him used to disdain to come to such a small place to drink.

"Mr. van Gaal, you can be content, you are still a viscount, look at me, after the old king was deposed, I was directly reduced to a commoner!" Another emaciated middle-aged man next to him lamented, he was wearing an old black tuxedo with two patches on it, looking extremely shabby.

Across the table from Marven sat two pot-bellied merchants, one frowning and the other drinking in a muffled voice.

"Brother Tolkien, business is difficult, Bretton Forest, Star-Moon Forest, and Tirisfal Glade have now become the territory of the Night Elves, and our supply channels for monster furs and magic crystals in Morowing's territory have been completely gone, and now we can only import them from neighboring countries at high prices. The drinker put down his glass and complained.

The man named Tolkien was still frowning, half-paid, as if he had made up his mind, and pulled out a stack of checks from his bosom.

"In this case, brother, you prepare some heavy gifts, and bring them over to communicate with the patrol captain on the elves' side, and strive for their accommodation. Although elves love life and can't bear to kill, they will still waver in the face of great threats and temptations, which Marven deeply understands.

The drinker shook his head repeatedly, "Big brother, don't you know, the ranger general on the elf's side is very powerful, and the elves who accept bribes are all severely punished by her, and now, this road is no longer possible......"

Tolkien let out a long sigh and finally spread his hands, reluctantly accepting the fact that the cost of buying goods had skyrocketed.

Marven looked at all living beings, and there was a hint of mockery in the corners of his eyes, it was very unwise for a small country like Morowing, which had little strength, to get involved in a war between big forces. These small countries often become the biggest victims and losers, but the small countries that survive in the cracks are difficult to protect themselves in the political whirlpool of big forces, and there is no way, this is the sadness of being a small country.

After drinking the beer in the cup in one go, Marven threw down two copper coins, closed the magic note in his hand, and walked out of the tavern.

A few ragged farmers sat in the doorway, sharing a dozen of the cheapest stouts, but their conversation caught Marvin's attention.

"Now there is no way to live this day, since the Governor of the St. John's Empire has been stationed in Morowing, every once in a while, people have been sent to collect taxes, and if this continues, more than half of the harvest in a year will be deducted!"

"Brother, you peasants on the outskirts of Habsburg are lucky, you know?

"How can there be a triple tax?" the crowd wondered, they now had to pay taxes to both the Duchy and the Empire, and they didn't know where this third tax came from.

The peasant from the east took a deep breath and lowered his voice, "There are a lot of demons over there, those things from hell are bloody and cruel, they kill people without blinking, and even the officials and soldiers have nothing to do with them, the demons impose a poll tax on us, and this heavy tax will not be paid evenly, it will kill people at any time, no, I came all the way to the capital, don't I just want to do some chores and make a living." ”

Everyone was shocked when they heard this, and they all complained bitterly about the cruelty of the demons.

Marven was shocked, unexpectedly, in just a few months, the power of the demon race had begun to take root in this small human country, and the situation on Hypatia's side was even more unoptimistic.

After leaving the tavern, he went to a grocery store to buy a map of Middle-earth, and he needed to find the exact location of the Marne Federation and complete the trust that Aite had given him before his death.

Surprisingly, the grocery store did not have a map of Middle-earth, and the largest map Marvin found contained only the St. John's Empire.

The enthusiastic grocery store owner reminds Marven that Middle-earth is too large and that the only way to find an accurate map of the continent is to go to the Magic Guild.

Stepping into the lavishly decorated Magic Guild, Marven explains his intentions to a caretaker wearing reading glasses.

Feeling the strong magic element fluctuations on Marven's body, the administrator showed a happy face, and hurriedly walked towards Marven with a pale yellow crystal ball.

"This is?" Feeling the faint magic fluctuations in the crystal ball, Marven looked puzzled.

"Sir, this is the Mana Tester, to determine your magic level...... "The Administrator explained quickly, "as long as you have enough mana to register as a mage, that map is free!"

Just having magic power, you can't be called a magician, and people who are too weak in magic can only be called magic apprentices, and there is a huge gap between magicians and magic apprentices, and registering as a magician is the lifelong dream of many magic apprentices.

Marven reached out and touched the crystal ball, which kept changing color as the faint magic element fluctuated.

The caretaker had a shocked look on his face, and he couldn't help but exhale in a low voice, "Peak Beginner Magician! Oh my God, sir, you know twelve kinds of magic!"

Marven nodded undeniably, if you add the disguise technique, the magic he knows is exactly twelve.

After a quick check-in, the administrator respectfully handed him the map.

Magicians, in any country, have a high status.

From the administrator's respectful attitude, Marven could feel that his current strength was already a strong man in the territory of this small Principality of Morowing.

"Never feel that your strength is enough, the person you want to surpass is always yourself, only by constantly surpassing, you will have the capital to do what you want to do. ”

As soon as he closed his eyes, Marven's mind appeared with the beautiful elf who cared for him. Her earnest advice seemed to be echoing in her ears.

Finally, he took a step and strode forward......