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Chapter 341: Blackhawk, Coming?

These two days are a bit not good, I may change it, and my phone will change it......

In fact, although he is nominally a so-called mentor and apprentice, in the final analysis, his relationship with this Mage Yasari is not really very deep, is it? As for the subsequent appreciation of those in the academy, including Albert's ** teacher, they should actually rely on their own ability.

So, it's worth thinking so much about her, planning so much, maybe even ...... How much do you pay?

It should be worth it.

Since that guy will become an obstacle to himself no matter what, it is natural to pull it out perfectly. And being able to get the help of a genuine high-level mage is, of course, a pleasant necessity for yourself

Edward shook his head.

Or maybe that's just an excuse.

In fact, just before an hourglass scale, when facing those two terrible monsters, he didn't seem to think about giving and getting at all...... It's just simply, instinctively, that I don't want to let someone I know, and it's a girl, stay in that dangerous environment.

This sounds like a blind choice without any foresight. An impulsive result?

It's not very like......

Never mind...... Now that the results have been produced, is it pointless to discuss them?

He shook his head again, throwing the unreliable thought out of his mind...... This time it was a hasty choice, so even if there was any result, it was not very surprising.

Or the rumors that the Fateful Twin Goddesses are always fighting each other are true, so after the greatest bad luck dissipates, luck will continue for a while...... The rest of the journey was a smooth one, at least, the magician didn't seem to have tried to treacherously send a bunch of monsters, or chase the two fish himself.

The crown prince intends to rebel against the usurpation of the throne, this kind of thing is enough to make the protection of the entire palace into a pot of porridge, with the identity of Asari, he can already come and go freely in the palace, especially at this moment, as the mastermind, Prince Bert has been tied, and the residence of His Majesty the king involves a large number of security forces, so the original place where the courtiers lived, the only two or three kittens left naturally had no intention to make any extraneous branches, and then ask the whereabouts of a high-level mage.

This luck lasted until the rendezvous with the two young ladies.

I don't think anyone has forgotten what some people did before this. So...... Well, the simple question was a little more troublesome - the inexplicable staff lady was busy in the room with two hourglass scales, and then came out with a half-elf with a sore waist and knees, sleepy-eyed, but correspondingly, her pretty face was already flushed, and almost dripping blood. When he walked out the door, he gave someone a big roll of the eyes, and then turned his face away with the force that almost broke the slender and beautiful neck.

As for Miss Half-Elf......

"Death to you Edward, we slept just now, where did you get a woman again?And it's another ...... like this! Damn, don't you ......" Turning her gaze around Edward's side, the outline of the mountain peak covered by the female mage's robes but still faintly visible, Miss Lisa immediately let out a gnashing of teeth. If it weren't for the staff lady grabbing her waist, she might have rushed up and bitten someone.

Although he had known that this was the result, Edward couldn't help but hold his forehead.

"Don't mess around, it's my ......"

"I know, are you going to turn all the women around you into your women? So, this woman is also yours, right? Bastard villain, rotten eggs......" The little girl's eyes turned red all of a sudden, and her voice also cried: "I don't want you"

"Please be quiet. ”

Facing the little girl with teeth and claws, the delicate and beautiful face of the female mage still did not have a trace of emotion. just calmly raised her gaze, and as soon as her eyes touched her, the girl's screams suddenly became dumb, and the vicious summary of the title behind it was unspeakable.

"Is this your friend? It's just a pity that I'm just his mentor. She spoke, turning her gaze back to Edward, the slightest hint of banter that made the Psychic nod in a wry.

And Miss Half-Elf, I don't know what kind of dumb loss she has suffered...... So it was extremely large, and he could only stare hatefully at the plump curves that the female mage's black robe could not completely cover, but in the end, he didn't say any more uncomfortable words, but when he rubbed shoulders with Edward, the soft flesh on someone's waist ate a few dragon grips......

......

When the surrounding scene was finally changed to Edward's mage tower, a line of fish belly white color had already illuminated the fields of the distant plains of Burgundy.

The tumultuous night had finally come to an end, but there were also some aftermaths that continued - the fatigue of his heart made the psychic warlock sink his whole body into the thick fur of the stone chair, but his spirit seemed to be extremely active, so with a low sigh, he lowered his gaze and began a new round of thinking.

The most important question is, what exactly is that guy named Thomas seeking?

Among the evil guys, there are many who take pleasure in brutal killing and causing disasters, but they are not the whole of evil, or even the mainstream...... The real efficient evildoers pursue strength and efficiency, "evil" is only a means and definitely not an end, and evil is not simply a lot of evil, if those guys who talk about evil things are just some murderers or third-rate ruffians if they get to the bottom of it.

In fact, the egoists who seek power and serve themselves are often the most solid forces of evil. Even some of them haven't even done anything bad—obviously, provenly, and literally.

This Thomas mage, it must be the latter.

It's just the throne of Tumenis, but it's not an attractive thing.

First of all, this is a standard feudal country, and the power of the entire kingdom is not concentrated in the hands of the king, and the king is just a duke who can call on the dukes, and the powers he controls, such as taxation, recruiting soldiers, leading nobles, etc., are just decorations in front of a mage.

Therefore, even if that guy can really control the king, he is still some way from mastering the country.

What's more, in fact, the power of the aristocracy is not enough to control the country.

The existence of the Mage Academy has greatly reduced the functions of the various regions of the country...... Even if the mages do not have the power of administrative law enforcement, but their power allows their opinions to be easily adopted, thus affecting the political situation,—— the power of the mages is simply more than the army, the amount of gold used for experiments in the mage tower alone exceeds the treasury inventory, and every real title, whether it is a duke or a baron, has at least one or two caster positions around him, so it is not an exaggeration to say that the entire kingdom is in the hands of the mage.

So, Edward wasn't worried that guy was really going to do something big...... Unless, he holds the dean of the entire academy in his hands.

The six ** masters of the academy, as well as their hundreds of apprentices, are more than a thousand mages close to two thousand, accounting for almost one-third of the number of formal mages on the mainland. And this does not include the mages scattered under the Tumenis King** team, the government and the nobility, and the mages from the academy, if these spellcasters are combined, how great is the power of these spellcasters?

Nobody knows.

Or if the spellcasters are serious, it will not be difficult to conquer the entire continent within thirty years......

But is that possible?

......

Pondering the matter in his mind, Edward eventually found that what he knew was not enough to remove the fog that covered them, so he sighed, pushed it back of his mind, and reached down to remove a space bag from his belt.

This is the collection of the ** master, there are not many things in the scroll box, but the quality is really good, Edward found two labeled immune to energy damage, and a spell reversal...... and a rainbow wall.

Edward brushed his fingertips over the soft leather, the subtle marks, the wonderful magic sense, made his fingers tremble a little.

Three seven-ring and one eight-ring scroll, these are out-and-out treasures.

A high-level magic scroll, even if it doesn't take into account the type of magic, is also priceless, because copying a scroll is like alchemy, which uses the most precious metals in the mortal world, as well as gems - gold, fluorite, stone blue, agate and other things, not to mention that copying a spell consumes a lot, not to mention, there are those most necessary, special materials for casting spells.

In addition, the arcane art itself above the seven rings is a lot of wealth.

Once the spells are upgraded to this level, they are no longer known to the public, and although Tumenes has the nickname of the shadow of the Magic Kingdom, there are still many spells in those seven-ring spells that are only exclusive to some famous mages in Tuminis, and even the whole world, and have their own school. **The masters cherish themselves, and rarely make their unique spells public, except for a few huge organizations such as the Magic Academy that can also organize internal exchanges, most of the spells are only left with a name and a brief introduction in the archives. Some spells have only appeared a few times in history before disappearing.

In addition, there are also three of the three rings of spells of the five rings in this scroll box, all of which are more practical magic. If these scrolls were to be taken to the Academy, there would be a large number of mages willing to exchange them for some curiosities, so the problem was that Edward was a little unsure of how to choose between life preservation and wealth.

What a sweet torture.

Fortunately, the sound of footsteps in the tower freed him from the torment, and the two people, one tall and one short, were already standing in the doorway.

"Your Excellency...... It's great that you're back. We found some troublesome situations. To report back to you. ”

The Psychic Warlock raised his eyebrows, noticing that it was not only the half-elf Meliane, but even the Baroque Night Rain on the side rarely showed a stern look.

"We've spotted Blackhawk's anomaly, my lord. Meliane nodded slightly: "They have produced a large number of troop movements, according to the guy in the bark, the Eagle family has gradually mobilized an army, the number is unknown, but the number of elite knights and heavy infantry in the middle is about two thousand, and from the perspective of mobility, the target is likely to be only one of us." ”

"Two thousand, about the same as our guards, this duke is really ......bold," Edward smiled, it seemed that some of the spies in the Louvre were more efficient than he thought.

"But Edward, I have to warn you that you don't have many heavily armed warriors right now. The dwarf casually sucked the duck's leg in his mouth to suck off all the remnants, and then said, "You blacksmiths here are too clumsy, and you will have to be busy for a long time to make some chainmail, so the first batch of chainmail shirts may not be completed until the end of the month." ”

Edward's brow twitched slightly.

"It's a pity that this place is too far from our hometown, otherwise, I would have called some guys from the Copper Hall or the Forge, and I guess this little work is not a big deal," the dwarf thought for a moment and sighed - his ethnicity, his great name in the forge was naturally known to everyone

But Edward just lowered his gaze and ignored it.

In fact, with his current ability, it is not difficult to recruit a group of dwarves to this city, from Burgundy to the northwest is about a thousand miles, he has already entered the area of the central mountain range, some wild dwarf tribes, just settle there underground or nearby, as long as the half-elf priest Miss memorizes a few teleportation techniques, and then brings the Baroque Night Rain as a guide, it is not difficult to find them.

But the question is, is there a need for that...... The soldiers he can recruit here are actually only about two hundred, and the extremely large number will not exceed a thousand, and the armor and weapons prepared do not need to exceed this number.

Moreover, the shortcomings of the dwarves are not without them, and there are quite a few.

Legend has it that these guys are stubborn and self-centered, and they can easily get into a bit of friction, and just look at the Baroque Night Rain, he eats three chickens for breakfast, a large pot of oatmeal and a barrel of wine, not to mention lunch and dinner, and drinks at least a few gallons of wine in a day...... To put it simply, that barrel-like figure is indeed a veritable rice bucket and wine barrel! If there are fifty or sixty more such guys, even if they eat, it will be enough for Edward to have a headache, and he has no money to buy it and have no energy to transport it.

And at this stage, what makes this young lord even more headache is that such a rice bucket is not just a baroque night rain.

Each of the eight giants had eaten fifty or sixty times more than ordinary people, and in addition to that, there were also the twenty or so minotaurs that Edward had brought up from underground, although they were far less powerful than the giants, but they could be said of their recipes...... Don't think that if you have a cow's head, you can really use oats and bean cake to get rid of it, but people can't miss two or three pounds of meat at every meal!

Of course, even Blackhawk's attack may not necessarily bring any catastrophe to Burgundy, as long as Edward's group of elites is still there, the scale of a few thousand people, it is not easy to capture Romante City, at worst, Edward can choose to carry out a series of assassinations before the opponent arrives, directly paralyzing the team's grassroots command ability. Of course, you can also stick to it,

The Psychic Warlock reached out and tapped lightly on the stone table in front of him.

It is a well-known fact that in this world, it is not the sword at the waist of the general who determines the victory or defeat in the battlefield, but the sharp weapon in the hands of thousands of soldiers, but few people know that the weapon produced in mass production is different from the blade of a thousand hammers. But even inexpensive forged weapons must balance strength and toughness, and it is difficult to balance the two.

For a modern person, blacksmithing is a profession that does not attract so much attention, because for ordinary people of that era, it is a long time ago, although they can see from the records of some images, those covered in dust and dust, but illuminated by the firelight into dark red figures, and even see those muscles that expand and contract with the action of thrashing, a little bit of sweat, but after all, it is blurry, freehand, unreal...... They could hear the rhythm of the tinkling hammer, but they could not feel the tearing sting pain on their bodies when they applied their strength, they could see the blurred light and shadow, but they could not feel the pungent smoke, and the exhaustion of the burning heat and the exertion slowly squeezing every drop of water out of their bodies.

The thickness of the long sword, the heat, when it was quenched, the angle of the hammer...... The shape of the sword had to be changed slightly, and almost all the problems had to be recalculated, and a broadsword used by a man was not at all similar to the ankha sword used by a woman, and in addition, if you want to be a good blacksmith, you have to memorize as many things as a mountain, horseshoes, saddle shoes, and even the length of iron nails as small as one by one, not to mention the thousands of pieces of armor that are different but have to be enclosed into a suitable whole.

The blacksmith apprentices here, no matter how skilled they are, are just blacksmiths in the countryside, and some of them even lack experience in forging weapons. Casting armor is more complex than weapons, and requires not only the experience of a blacksmith, but also the skill of a tailor and a tanner. And the whole process is very slow, often taking hours or even whole days to complete.

Of course, there is a solution to this problem.