Moya looked down in thought, recalling what Fren had said.

The carriage slowly stopped in front of him and Fren, and an old man stepped down from the carriage tremblingly, and said to Fren respectfully:

"Lord Wizard, welcome to your visit, I am Sean, the village chief of Nandao Village, please forgive us for not being kind enough to make you and your disciples wait here for so long."

"It's okay, I'm here uninvited, and I don't plan to stay here for long, if there's a feast or something, let them leave, just prepare a place for the two of us to rest."

Flon uttered a set of words skillfully, and seemed to be proficient.

When the village chief Sean heard Fren's request, a look of hesitation flashed across his face, but he nodded anyway.

"I see, please get in the car, Wizard."

Moya and Fren sat in the carriage, as if they were afraid that the bumpy ride would cause dissatisfaction between the two, and the carriage drove slowly along the way, but Moya was also happy to do so, just to slowly observe the changes in Kanterling in the past two years.

"The road is four times wider than before, and it's much smoother."

Mo Ya squinted slightly, and the road widened and flattened, no matter where it was placed, it had extremely important significance.

Suddenly, Moya seemed to see something, and his expression was stunned.

"Chief Sean, can I ask, that's ...... Wheat? ”

Moya looked at a farmland in the distance and asked in disbelief.

"Ah, that's it, it's wheat, do you have any questions?"

There was a hint of doubt in the eyes of the village chief, Sean, as if he didn't understand why Moya would ask such a question.

"It's really ...... But if I'm not mistaken, with the climate in Kanter, wheat can't be grown at all. ”

Moya remembers very well that the climate on Kanter's side is relatively cold all year round, and most of the year is spent in winter, and there is no way to feed wheat.

"This is a new variety of wheat developed by Hessel, who is in charge of plant research, and the cold resistance is much improved, and it can be ripened in only four months, but the disadvantage is that the growth is easy to be limited in a slightly warmer environment, and the yield is not as good as normal wheat."

It was Fren on the side who answered Moya's doubts, and the white wizard looked at Moya's shocked look and explained with a smile.

"Speaking of which, Hessel did a lot of hard work for me in order to develop this thing, after all, in order to quickly confirm the results of the product, a lot of life energy had to be consumed to give birth, and that time really tired me."

Furren said, a look of remembrance in his eyes.

"If you think about it, it was thanks to Hersel's research on this new type of wheat at that time, otherwise we would have starved to death many of our compatriots in the cold winter of that year."

Moya's expression had fallen into a state of almost stupe, while Sean and another villager in the car were trembling with fear, fearing that they would be killed in the next second because they heard the wizard's secret.

"Wizard, Wizard, can we get out of the car first?"

Sean said in a somewhat trembling voice, and Furren bowed slightly, not refusing the other party's request.

"Thank you, Wizard, for your kindness!"

Sean and another villager scurried out of the carriage as if they had been amnestied, and their instincts told them that if they listened any further, they might hear something terrible.

Mo Ya ignored the two who got out of the car, and asked his own question.

"Teacher, are you saying that when you first became a wizard, wizards even had the possibility of starving to death?"

If it weren't for the words that came out of Fren's mouth, Moya would definitely have thought of it as a fantasy.

A wizard who can easily slaughter a legendary knight will be starved to death?

It's simply ......

"Don't be so surprised, the history of wizards is not as long as you think, in fact, you may be more familiar with another name, although no one dares to call us heretics now, but hundreds of years ago, this title made us suffer a lot."

Heathen?

A large amount of information began to flash through Moya's mind, and finally, he shouted in dismay:

"The Cult of Truth is actually the predecessor of wizards?"

For a moment, Moya felt as if he had solved countless puzzles.

It's no wonder that wizards suddenly appear from the north, and it's no wonder they seem to be incredibly familiar with the Empire......

The Cult of Truth, this is a cult that everyone on the mainland shouts about, rumored to behave incomparably, their teachings are extremely strange, and they have the magic power to easily deceive people's hearts, and for hundreds of years, all heretics who discover the Cult of Truth will be mercilessly exiled to the barren land of the north.

Of course, the Empire called this exile a way to open up territory for the Empire to atone for its sins, but in fact, in the eyes of everyone, exile to a barren land is already equivalent to a dead end.

With all kinds of monsters and a difficult environment, even a legendary knight-level adventurer would never want to go to that kind of place to die, and in fact, there is really no news about the people who have been exiled to the barren land.

Mo Ya suddenly felt a strong sense of absurdity, the wizard who made him extremely awe-inspiring at this moment turned out to be an existence that everyone shouted at in the past.

"Teacher Nafuron, the reason why the wizard suddenly attacked the empire two years ago was to ...... Revenge on the Empire? ”

Moya asked with some hesitation, looking at Fren's face with an ever-gentle smile.

If it's for revenge, it makes sense why wizards hate the nobility so much, and it also explains why wizards take such care of commoners, because historically, the vast majority of pagans were born commoners.

"That's part of the reason, but that's not what we're primarily trying to do."

Fren neither completely denied nor acknowledged Moya's claims.

"It is true that there are many wizards who have hatred for the nobles of the empire, and even many of them are blood feuds, such as Urus, whose wife and daughter were humiliated to death by the imperial soldiers at that time on the grounds of believing in paganism, in fact, the reason why he became a dark wizard who studies necromancy is that he wants to resurrect his wife and daughter one day."

That gloomy Urus still carries such a past?

Mo Ya suddenly shuddered unconsciously, according to Fren's description, he suddenly felt that he was a nobleman and did not die in the hands of the other party, which was a blessing in misfortune.

"Teacher, what is the real purpose of the wizards......

Moya's eyes brightened, but his tone was mixed with a slight tremor, anticipation and fear mixed together, turning into an indescribable subtle feeling, and even made him vaguely feel like he couldn't stop.

His instincts told him that what was going to happen might completely collapse some of the ideas he had formed over the past decade.

But even if I know that some things may have a huge impact on my concept, I can't stop the curious impulse in my heart.

"I can't tell you this for the time being, when you become a wizard, you will naturally learn everything from the great wizard, of course, you can use this as one of the motivations to become a wizard, as far as I know, there are several wizards now who have become wizards at an astonishing speed because they are curious about the follow-up."

Fren looked at Moya's fiery eyes, a smile flashed in his eyes, and said playfully.

Mo Ya's expression suddenly froze, as if he was suddenly interrupted when he heard a story, and the feeling of being stuck in his throat made him stunned and unable to speak.

"So, try to become a real wizard, although I haven't given you a detailed talent test yet, but according to my previous preliminary investigation, your talent in meditation should be very good, even if you start cultivating meditation from now on, there is still a high chance that you will become a wizard before the age of forty."

Fren patted Moya on the shoulder, encouraging.

Moya nodded quietly, and although he didn't say it in words, his eyes already revealed his true thoughts.

Sorcerer......

Mo Ya suddenly realized that what he had been thinking all along might not be correct.

"Maybe you'll understand it when you see the village with your own eyes?"

Thinking of some of the things he saw on the road, Moya suddenly became a strong curiosity about the so-called village.

What kind of changes have happened to that dilapidated little village that made Furren say that?