Four o'clock in the afternoon.

When Lawson returned to the castle and rested on his bed, word of a spell miscast spread throughout Crescent Town.

Although the communication base in these years is based on word of mouth, there are also many big mouths and broken mouths.

A mouth is a bara, and it doesn't stop all day long, the east family, the west family is short, and everything can be talked about.

What's more, the lord is paying attention, and the relevant information spreads very quickly.

The original version looked something like this.

"The lord has become a high-level mage, and his mana is ridiculously strong, more powerful than the archmage."

"But when I was in the academy, I made a spell casting mistake and accidentally injured my soul, so I can't be promoted to an archmage in the future."

"Of course, the body is only a minor injury, just take care of it for a few days."

Spread the word, and the versions became more and more, and the townspeople added all their paranoia.

For example, when casting spells, someone is making trouble behind the scenes and assassinating the lord, and then the female apprentice of the lord has a crush on the lord and is jealous.

But the core has not changed, that is, the lord's body is fine.

For the people of Crescent Town, as long as the lord is healthy, it is not a big deal.

The Highlands are such a small place, and the lord is only a baron.

Becoming a high-level mage at a young age is already very good, and if the master is not a master, it doesn't matter.

It is naturally a good thing to be promoted, and if you are not promoted, it will not affect you to continue to be a baron.

Besides, the lord's wife has a child in her belly.

This lord can't become an archmage, and there is still hope for the next lord.

With the magic talent of the lord and the lord's wife, are you afraid that you won't be able to teach an archmage?

Therefore, the ordinary people just sighed a few times after the tea and dinner, how to live their lives, and there was no panic.

But it's not the same in the Highland Mage world.

At seven o'clock in the evening, the new presidents of the Mage's Guild, Bilegu and Master Fuler, flew directly over to visit.

The two sat in front of Rosen's hospital bed, sighing for a long time.

Bilgu sighed.

"Hey~ What should I say about you?"

Fuller also looked regretful: "I thought that our highlands were going to produce another master magician, but now it's okay, I guess it's possible until your son grows up."

He hated again: "If you want me to see that apprentice of yours is a messenger of doom, it is better to expel her."

Rosen was moved in his heart, but he was also a little ashamed, so he could only comfort him softly.

"Two elders, although it may be difficult for me to achieve the master realm, I can still reach the high-level peak."

"My mana strength is relatively high, and even my current strength is comparable to that of an ordinary archmage. By the time I reach the peak of the high rank, the average archmage is probably not my opponent."

These words made the two old mages feel a lot better, but they still felt regretful.

Fuller sighed again, "You could have been stronger, maybe you could have become a peak archmage, or even promoted to transcendent and become the Holy Spirit."

Bilgu was in a much better mood: "If that's the case, that's fine."

Rosen was comforted again.

"Elderly, it's not entirely bad. The light dimmed, lest the Duke summon him to Winterfell, wouldn't it?"

Fuller was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "You're not wrong. If you can't go to that hellish place in Winterfell, it's better not to go."

Rosen said a few more words of reassurance, and finally calmed down the mood of the two New Year's friends.

The two high-level mages weren't ordinary people either.

When the two of them left the room and walked down the hallway for a while, they felt a little reminisce.

Fuller whispered, "Rosen hasn't seen any scenes, how could he be frightened by this?"

Others don't know Rosen, he does.

This guy didn't make a spell mistake in the face of the evil god, so it's no wonder that he would be frightened by this bit of.

Bilgu was a little unsure: "He is so young that it is understandable that he is a little anxious to hear about the birth of his unborn child

Well."

Fuller laughed, "I'm anxious, in my opinion, he has a lot of illegitimate children outside. It's not just one child, how can you be in a hurry?"

Bilgu also came back to his senses completely: "You mean he did it on purpose?"

"Shh~~"

Fuller raised a finger to his mouth: "We will guess this thing, but we should not know, so as not to spoil his business."

"You're right."

Bilgu nodded, and he immediately changed the subject.

"I really didn't expect that high-level logic spells would have to be done like this. But pure mana is a bit harder to get."

Fuller smiled, "Don't mention this yet, let's go and meet Master Sophia." I also happened to spend the night in Crescent Town to experience the benefits of this new garden town."

Biller Valley nodded, "The biggest thing about this place is that it's clean, much cleaner than my Maple Town. The smell is fresh, and just smelling it makes me feel good."

"I heard that Fanggu Town is also engaged in underground pipelines. Looks like I'm going to have to do something about it, too."

Not mentioning the whereabouts of the two old mages, the news of Lawson's miscasting continued to spread.

By 11 o'clock in the evening, it had reached the Morning Star Garden in Angry Waves City, 3,000 meters away.

Heyagari was waiting for a new level of knowledge of flow numbers, but the knowledge had arrived, but it was followed by such bad news.

I was suddenly a little worried in my heart, and hurriedly asked the high-ranking mage who passed the news.

"There's nothing wrong with your body, is there?"

"It's no big problem, just cultivate for a few days, but the soul is damaged, which will affect your future ascension. The higher you go, the greater the impact."

Heya Jiali sighed lightly, but didn't think it was a big deal.

"The mana realm is almost almost there, although it is a pity, but it does not affect Master Lawson to continue to make magic achievements, does it?"

The messenger nodded in agreement, "Your Highness said yes."

"But it's not a good thing after all, he must be in a bad mood right now."

Heya Jiali thought for a moment and said, "Wait a minute, I'll write a letter. You have another group of messengers sent to Crescent as soon as possible, and hand them over to Master Lawson in your own hands."

She immediately got up and walked to the apse, and after a while, came out with a scroll and a leather bag.

"Pass it back to him."

After speaking, he earnestly instructed: "Don't give it at night, wait until he wakes up tomorrow, so as not to affect his rest."

"Yes, Your Highness."

The High Mage turned and walked away.

Heya Jiali sat back in her chair and began to look at the new knowledge that came back, looking at it, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and a faint smile appeared.

"Cunning little thing~"

The news spreads in the east, and naturally it spreads in the north.

At six o'clock the next morning, word reached Winterfell, to Princess Haylysoya's desk.

After reading the letter, the princess couldn't believe it.

"Is this true?"

The messenger nodded, "It's true."

"Five or six hundred mages saw it with their own eyes. When he unleashed the high-level Thureau, the power of the spell was so obviously out of control that the petrified ground was deeply cracked."

"You think, this is a high-level spell that can dash 200 semimi in an instant. With such a violent force, even a little leak will cost human life."

"After landing, Master Lawson suffered a nosebleed and couldn't even stand still."

The details are so specific that Hayley Soya can't believe it.

A deep sense of frustration suddenly rose in her heart.

"I just found a supporter with a great future, and in the blink of an eye, I fell. Could it be that God doesn't support me to become a duke?"

She even suspected a conspiracy by one of her big brothers.

But in any case, it has already happened, and there is no way to undo it.

After a long time, she whispered, "So be it."

In this way, the young baron of Crescent Town can't be her

I have to find another way.

And not long after, the news was also placed on the desk of the third son, Wieland.

He looked at the papers and burst out laughing.

"Father is right, spells are all juggling. It's ridiculous that you can cripple yourself yourself!"

I was going to send a few big samurai to teach the obnoxious baron a hard lesson and make him realize his own catties.

But now it seems that there is no need for this, a high-level mage with no future should be able to force him to submit with a little means.

As for his sister Hayley Soya, she must be very distressed at this time.

"Sister, sister, don't toss your girl's family, just find someone to marry!"

Thinking of his two elder brothers, although they are also great samurai, one is one level and the other is two levels, which is far worse than his own level four!

"Aha~~~"

Wieland laughed heartily again, feeling only deeply favored by his Father.

Almost at the same time, the news also reached the ears of the city lord of Shattered Leaf City, Archmage Holrenir.

When he heard the news, the 50-year-old archmage was in the family library, concentrating on sorting out the wall of spell books that he was most proud of.

Wen Yan's body paused slightly, and then continued to concentrate on tidying up.

After a while, I asked casually.

"In other words, that kid has no hope of becoming a master."

"Yes, master."

"That's a shame."

"But that's normal, a commoner-born baron. Even if you have a noble name, you can't change the cheap blood in your bones. Even if you have real power, you can't hold it."

After carefully tidying up the stack of books, put them aside, then take out a book in the corner, carefully blow the dust on the pages, and then carefully put them back after making sure that the pages are spotless.

"A baron who can't become a master has nothing to fear."

"You go and inform the dockmaster Huo Ze, and tell him that all merchant ships related to the Crescent Lords will be taxed three times as much!"

"Master? Why?"

"Because this kid is so arrogant, he thinks that he has invented the flow number, and he has become a real big man. And I'm going to show him the world as it really is."

"Maybe soon, we, the young master of the glorious golden land, will put down his ridiculous dignity and humbly come to beg me to open the dock~hehehe~~"

A man from the north, who bought good things from the east, didn't please him, a general guarding the pass, and even made a lot of nonsense about him.

Then he naturally has to educate him well.

He turned around and continued to organize the wall.

To him, a young baron with no future in the north was far less important than this wall of books.