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"A mage's time is more precious than the treasure of a dragon! a whole ten days, and it was consumed in vain...... It's disgusting!"

Miguel = Don = Cervantes lamented. (The fastest update speed is on the Aishang Novel Network biquge.info)

In the past ten days, he could not remember how many times he had uttered such sighs, and in short, in these days, apart from the rocking carriage that could barely exercise his meditative concentration, the only thing he could use to pass the time of such idleness was such a secret sigh like this. 冖 = ∞b. ∞★b|驺第嬲姗顉锱

Or, you always need to compare to be able to find the precious things in life, and now that I think about it, it is really a happy thing to be able to listen quietly in the academy. After these days of hard study and understanding, the words of those mages that were originally like a mixture of heaven and hell have become less difficult to understand, and Miguel has begun to be able to vaguely understand one of them, even half of it, although it is not helpful for the ability to cast spells, but it is this bit of understanding that makes him feel that he has been crawling on the threshold of magic, and has pried open a gap in the door in front of him, and vaguely peeked into the beautiful scenery inside.

But now, why should I follow this damn team? What about the waste of so much time, let alone the toil of marching continuously for ten days at a speed of one hundred and twenty miles a day—which was obviously beyond the limits of what a mage could bear.

At the thought of this, the young apprentice couldn't help but grit his teeth for the pain in his joints and buttocks that had been bumped by the broken car.

But when Yu, who had no choice at all, appeared in front of him in a dark figure, his tone was not a request at all, but an order. There is no room for negotiation. Even when he looked at him, Miguel couldn't help but flinch - as if in front of him, it was not the boy who was not a few years older than him, but a real monster.

But who is to blame? Who made such a miserable loss before, and made such an oath in public?===.∞b∞. ∞★b|驺第嬲姗顉锱

He couldn't help but sigh heavily.

Well, when faced with him, the odd oppressive force may not just be because of his own vows

From the few words of the previous messages, he seemed to be able to confirm the astonishing fact that this chief apprentice now had an extraordinary teacher.

Likely, one of the few great mentors in the academy?

The term "Great Mentor" is actually just the conjecture and fabrication of those new apprentices, referring to a high-level mage who has reached the peak of his strength, or even a ** teacher, one of several school mentors.

**Division.

Just such a title is enough for the apprentice's heart to tremble, and it is enough to make a qiē more valuable.

Follow and follow, anyway, a true mage needs to enrich himself by constantly fighting in addition to learning, which is one of the famous sayings of the dean...... If you can get in touch with a ** master because of this, then, not to mention ten days, even if it is a hundred days and a thousand days, Miguel is willing to pay

Besides, it seems that all the qiē has passed...... See the light at the end of the tunnel.

Miguel looked around......

The opulence was an eye-opener for him—a dozen tables were scattered in this huge hall, gold and silver utensils filled the table, huge and intricate crystal lamps radiated gold at the ceiling, surrounded by aristocratic ladies and ladies dressed in fancy clothes, and the dishes in front of him were fried calf kidneys, quail stuffed with spices and fruits, shortbread made with lark and partridge meat, beef cooked with wine and onions, and dormice soaked in honey......

Even Miguel, who came from a wealthy merchant family, could not often eat one or two of these things, but nowadays, they are served casually and are rarely cared for.

The only things that are really popular are the delicacies from the sea, such as thin, shiny slices of large fish cut into pieces, whole grains of caviar, boiled conger eel, and the like.

There was no doubt that it was the result of teleportation, but Mugael couldn't imagine that he would need to use the power of a mage to prepare such a set of food.

But is this really?

Legend has it that the frontier of the kingdom was the center of the invasion of the defense empire?

Iron-blooded knights, dusty horses, rough and dry houses and jerky, thick and sturdy walls, and wooden trebuchets. Blood and bones fill the outlines of the moat, and the distant wilderness, filled with a desolate mist, these are the bards who propagated the frontiers of the empire, the valiant knights with their dignity, faith, honor, and flesh to forge strong fortresses against the invasion of the empire, and to protect the peace and freedom of the common people.

Well, or perhaps an hourglass, the wall that appeared before Miguel was as good as he had imagined, but now it has been diluted by the feasts of beautiful maids, fine food, unlimited wine, and juggling of music and clowns

And in front of the rows of long tables, those who sat or stood while eating and drinking and talking loudly, and the people dressed in gorgeous clothes, if it were not for the fact that the topics were all about how to fight, how to kill, and the wars they had experienced in the past, it was really difficult to decorate these neatly, and even a little polite, and the impression of knights in the mind was the slightest repetition.

As the apprentice said, "The nobles are nothing more than animals in front of them and behind them"? The protagonists of the banquet were the newly canonized noble knights, who looked a few years older, but except for the aristocratic oil tone, and the eyes and hands and feet of the maids and noblewomen, they didn't seem to understand anything about the apprentice's description, and they were also mean with a bit of rhyme. It is very neat to play cheap, the sword is not good for the rope, the horse is neat, the horse is not good for the rope, not to mention killing, even let them kill a chicken with a knife now, and the bleeding must be themselves. ，

Though it is damaged, it is true.

Miguel also thinks that the fact that these guys, who seem to have just left the age of knightly squires but who have never been knights at all, may be able to ride on a horse fully armed without being crushed to death by armor or falling off their horses to their deaths.

Moreover, the mage apprentices absolutely trusted their own vision and memory, and along the way, these so-called 'knights' who had come from afar were even less bumpy than they had been - it was only when the team reached the bottom of the walls and began to line up that they appeared in the middle with a few mages. ＝＝＝．∞b∞．。 ∞★b|驺第嬲姗顉锱

Damn, that damn Edward...... Apprentice, why do you have to suffer the living sin of ten days of turbulence with yourself and him?

The curse in his heart caused the young apprentice to throw a string of sharp eye knives at the culprit sitting not far away.

But apparently it is of no use at all.

The guy was gulping down the delicacies in front of him, but he didn't seem so satisfied-the roe, he only chose the black and red parts of it, the beef, and only cut the middle strip and the rest of the dish, only the most tender part, some ate it, some chewed it twice and spit it it out, and muttered to himself, although vague, but occasionally a few words, he also knew that he was cursing, and it was the most unbearable kind, which caused the people around him to look sideways. Mu Feng is fat and less cedar

But no one dared to make any comments.

After all, most of the time, a mage will always keep the nobles away, especially this time the knights who came with him also seemed to have a strange fear of this apprentice master - even though he was now just an ordinary noble robe, but those guys didn't seem to dare to say a word except for a brief introduction and greetings, plus a self in a mage robe followed behind them, so soon, the table where the two of them dined had almost become an exclusive area.

"Your Excellency, even if you don't care that you're a mage, you'...... Can you pay attention to your image?

Although Miguel thought that he had long been accustomed to the gaze of others as a gifted apprentice, it was the first time that such a strange experience of being noticed on such an occasion had finally been an hourglass, and finally the apprentice who could not bear it anymore chose to open his mouth to persuade him. It's a pity that Edward just pouted at the squire's construction and spit out a piece of roast meat that was a little burnt-

The image of the mage?Is Albert's virtue in front of His Majesty the King what kind of image is there?Bullshit, that old guy even secretly smeared the chicken fat on His Majesty's body!

It wasn't just the mage's apprentice who had been chosen as an acolyte in that uncomfortable car, but Edward himself was already impatient to death - especially after finally arriving, someone had come up with such a lot of wasteful dishes - the beef was too old, the vegetable soup was too light, and the pie was so fishy!===.∞b∞. ∞★b|驺第嬲姗顉锱

That's spoiling food!

With the knife in his hand, he finally cut off a piece of barbecued meat, all the scorched old and raw parts, and then stuck a little salt and oil, and barely chewed, Edward couldn't help but curse again...

Touch!

The door of the hall was suddenly pushed open, because the area was northern, and the door that had begun to thicken smashed the wall with a bang, making the whole hall seem to let out a squeaky moan, and also made the noisy noise of more than a hundred people suddenly stop in the aftermath of the tremor. Mu Feng is fat and less cedar

There was silence.

And in the midst of the silence, a knight stepped into the hall with a high pride.

Everyone's eyes are on this person at this moment.

Or maybe this is the image of a frontier knight in the image of the Tumenes—a dark armor that shows off his tall figure, the old surface is covered with subtle scratches, the placket is slightly broken, but it is as deep as the pre-dawn depth, and the sound of the movement rubs with the rhythm of a beacon, and the silver cross in the center of his chest shines extraordinarily.

Holding the hilt of the sword at his waist with one hand, he walked in a unique rhythm, walking through the hall that suddenly fell silent, calm and rigid, his handsome face without a trace of emotion, but like the rhythm of the footsteps so clear that rigid, everyone could feel his arrogance while looking at him, the pride hidden deep in his body that he disdained to show.

And as he walked forward, the air that pierced through the hall from the corridor seemed to turn into a kind of proud coldness.

"Ahem, Baron Rudolph, you're late......"

The host of the banquet, the city lord of Hayman City, Count Hermann coughed lightly, turning a little unnaturalness into a smile to the noble knights who had just talked and laughing, trying to ease the sudden cold atmosphere: "Everyone, let me introduce to you, this is the centennial captain of the Garrison Knights, Rudolph = Baron Hesench, he ......"

However, the introduction was interrupted at the beginning of the introduction.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency, but I didn't receive an order to attend the dinner. Also, my current knight"

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