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But so what?

Edward didn't care about such people...... The power of the holy warriors comes from the gods, and it is indeed extremely powerful, but this great power does not necessarily belong to them. (The fastest update speed is in Aishang Novel Network biquge.info) Only after the tempering of countless battles can the power really belong to a person, and the power that is given is not considered real power until it is completely controlled.

Of course, that power is indeed powerful. Easily, those legends have been helped by a god, and there are countless people who have risen from mortals to invincible heroes. Sometimes, Edward couldn't help but wonder if he should also go to find a god's thick legs to hold, and with something in his memory, it was not very difficult to get the favor of a god......

However, this idea is too dangerous after all, and Edward clearly knows that his greatest reliance is nothing more than some memories, and once he attracts the attention of the gods, these can be deprived of it lightly - even powerful mages can read the memories of mortals, and for those who exceed the powerful Cunzài, it is even more of a flick of a finger.

And after losing these, what is left of you?

The present, one's own past, one's own present, one's own future, one qiē and one qiē have all been lost, and the body, soul, and one qiē have all been imprisoned in this era...... The only thing that is free is the mind, memory and spirit. Edward didn't want to lose even that last bit of everything.

He also wants to enjoy the world.

It is a richly coloured world, where dragons sleep in the depths of ancient mountains, elves and treants hide in the deep forests, subspecies of magical beasts and humans in the wastelands and wildernesses, priests and mages copying obscure words on parchment scrolls in the light of yellowed candles, bards singing epics on the continent with their harps, knights on horseback returning triumphantly to greet the glamorous eyes, and hypocritical but shallow nobles in tall and ornate castles seeking pleasure......

However, if you want to experience the beauty of this world, as an ordinary person, it is not enough...... Far from enough.

Even though Edward had been working hard since birth, even though he was now a good hunter, there were certain things that could not be changed lightly...... He is not a nobleman, he is not a rich man, and his ordinary background dooms him to be a weakling.

Or in this world, brute strength is not as good as magic, and strength is not as good as intelligence, so talent can also be an important condition for changing a person, but Edward didn't have these.

The legendary things that should have come with his bizarre encounters - the magical ability to destroy the Great Demon King with a single move, the talent to cast spells in a chain at a glance at the magic book, because in his previous life, he had amazing magical powers after eating too many potatoes...... None of them came as promised. Except for the experience and experience of more than an ordinary person, he is no more useful than anyone in this plane.

So, for this goal, he had to struggle.

He had to do everything he could...... For now, entering the magic academy of Tumenis seems to be his only way out.

In fact, such popular academies are rare on the mainland, and in more than a dozen countries on the entire continent, most of the mages adopt the ancient master-apprentice system of inheritance - a mage with several or even dozens of apprentices under his command to build a mage tower, in which research and teaching and other corresponding work are completed.

Of course, this ancient method does not mean a higher chance of success - since the conditions of the apprenticeship are entirely at the discretion of the mage, the reasons for this are varied, and while it is true that the focus is on the elite, the method of accepting apprentices for the purpose of hard labor and labor is often popular, and some frenzied mages even use apprenticeships as test objects for contracts...... Although a mage will inevitably have one or even several talented disciples, the mortality rate in the process is also alarmingly high.

The probability of an ordinary apprentice meeting a good mentor is as great as seeing a god with his own eyes, and a qualified mentor needs to master a wealth of knowledge, good morals, and the strength not to be overwhelmed by the world, and the lack of any of the three will lead the student astray...... Edward, who was not clumsy, but had already been judged to have no talent, naturally would not choose such a meager opportunity.

And, as happened in the past few days, the mages would not choose him for no reason......

Relatively speaking, in the face of all the deposits that can hand in shiny gold characters, the magic academy will open its door, it is a good choice.

Due to the need for mages in the Kingdom of Tumenis, this academy is the most egalitarian place on the hierarchical continent, at least not in general, where civilian magic apprentices are killed by nobles. And often the commoner students who successfully graduate, after a period of experience, also have a great chance of becoming nobles.

Such an opportunity is extremely rare.

Knowledge is strictly controlled in this world, literacy is a privilege in this world, a status symbol, although there is no special stipulation of the identity of the educated, but just the book material that is not promoted by printing is doomed to high educational costs, and the writing is only circulated between the nobles and the scholars of the temple, and of course it is even more unlikely that there will be a school in the real sense -

What does that say: Knowledge is the nourishment of all mankind...... But on this continent, it is clear that most people are malnourished.

Even the big merchants don't spend too much money on learning things that have nothing to do with them, and the rulers ...... The gentlemen, barons, or viscounts don't care if the living creatures in their realm are illiterate or not...... In fact, even some 'well-informed' low-ranking nobles knew only the simple words of the edicts, the recognizable letters that he could write, the ones he used to sign, so if the situation allowed, they would like to kick out the continent of those who dare to preach such things as 'civilization', 'freedom', or even equality for all, and let them float in the middle of the sea— If the commoners were nothing more than tools, movable property, cattle that cared copper coins out of the land, and if they were all literate and hyphenated, where would these rulers put themselves?

Or the one who threw Edward's soul into this world, and thought a little bit about it—at least Poplar was a place for adventurers.

Most adventurers can read and write, or at least write their names...... After all, doing this often requires signing a contract in your own name. And there are some down-and-out nobles or unsuccessful mages among them...... Edward's continental lingua franca, with the accent of the nobility of Polish-Fore, was learned by him from a swordsman who was once the son of a count.

But magic is a different story.

You must know that this is not a simple knowledge, but a kind of storage that can be used as a weapon, especially when this storage is likely to be transformed into a weapon of mass destruction...... Naturally, there is a strict hierarchy of strict control, and magicians are subject to a strict registration system, even if it is difficult to limit their freedom, but at least most of the low-level mages are registered in countries where they are constantly active......

It is even more difficult to learn the most esoteric knowledge in the world, and the kingdom's magic academy can give civilians and even slaves a chance, but that does not mean that it has the grace to accommodate all those who wish to enter this esoteric world...... Only with exceptional talent or a strong background can you make that gorgeous door open.

That may be the similarity between this world and the plane he originally knew.

It takes money to enter the Academy of Magic, and it takes even a lot of money that ordinary people can't imagine...... A few hundred gold coins are already a wealth that can survive for years or even decades in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the hands of magicians, it may only be a material that will turn to ashes in the next moment, and it may not be able to produce the effect they want, and if they are serious, thousands of gold coins are just a small part of the magic experiment.

Therefore, the tuition fees they set are also unimaginably high.

3,000 gold coins...... That's the price that crosses that threshold.

However, after ten years of hard work, Edward has gradually approached that threshold.

One hundred and thirty-three platinum coins...... This is Edward's gold cache stored in a secret location. And the two pieces of equipment with magic attached to him can also be exchanged for almost the same value...... As long as this adventure is over, he can get on the journey to the capital as he wants, and this year's registration deadline is still three months, so he has plenty of time.

Of course. The adventure will definitely end, but in this wild forest, the end is often not necessarily in a predetermined way.

Let's say the death of most people, including employers......

His gaze swept over the small tent under the trees in the distance, and the young man tugged at the corners of his mouth, narrowing his eyes very thinly.

......

When a touch of blue rendered the small sky overhead, four or five bonfires were lit up, and the surrounding area was dyed with a halo of orange-yellow light. Although there are so many dangerous things in the Whispering Forest that are not afraid of fire, or even attracted by light, humanity still needs light—a warm glow that is enough to give a hint of warmth to the soul even if it is seen from a distance.

The mercenaries had set up their tents and sat around the campfire as usual, sharing the spoils of war, or summing up the lessons learned or mistakes of the day's battles.

The journey along the way was quite smooth...... Because this team is almost composed of the most powerful cave bears near Poplar Town.

Three days was not a short time, and although it was not destined to travel too long a distance in the jungle, it was at least sixty miles after all. This unimaginable speed on weekdays comes from the guidance and help of those employers.

Along the way, they encountered several goblin lairs and killed several nests of jungle monitor lizards, although the relics of their predecessors in the goblin lair were all rude and ruined objects, but the whole bast of those monitor lizards was not inferior to wrought iron, but the adventurers were in a good mood......

And just a few hours ago, the team found several scattered corpses that had been dead for an unknown number of years, and there were still some uncollected loot scattered next to the corpses - the ones who could penetrate into the Whispering Forest were definitely the top powerhouses. From the magic ornaments, weapons and staff on the corpses, it is clear that it should be a well-assembled and indeed strong team, perhaps they were still famous figures when they were alive, but it is a pity that here, these heroes, who carry many stories and legends, always die as quietly as the rats in the gutter.

However, the items obtained from these corpses are quite abundant, a bag of ore ore, as well as two pieces of magic leather armor and some small magical equipment such as bracers and boots. It's not top-notch, but it's pretty good, and most importantly, there are two well-kept magic scrolls. It's the most sought-after thing in the Whispering Forest.

The harvest makes this time a joyful one. Although there was no alcohol to cheer up, a few of them whispered the mercenary songs. Boasting about their bravery and showing off their booty to each other.

"You're just shit lucky!" said a stout warrior next to a fire.

A companion was jealous of a lizardskin's boasting, so he pulled his weapon from behind his back: "What is your broken skin?

In his hand was a weapon less than three feet long, which looked a bit like a broad-edged sword, but it only had one blade, which was called a full moon sword, but it was not bent...... And the thickness of the back looked like a deformed axe, and the circle of subtle grooves outlined a strange pattern on the spine of the sword...... What was even more bizarre was that there was a hole in the tip of the weapon, and a large, like-etched metal ring was embellished on it, which quivered slightly with his slap and rubbed into a low humming sound.

So the mercenaries began to laugh, they laughed, screamed, and pleaded them to try.

However, before the competition began, it was cut off by a cold voice.

"You say it's a magic weapon?"

The paladin appeared behind them at some point, his eyes flickering, he unceremoniously glanced at the warrior and his weapon, and his voice seemed to be a little colder: "So do you know what magic is attached to it?"

"It has a blessing from a mystical deity. The warrior was stunned. The tone of the questioning was unpleasant, but the paladin was their employer, and his abilities were obvious to all, so he didn't express any dissatisfaction in the end.

"You've been deceived. This is not a magic weapon. ”

"Well, deception, sir, you probably don't know, the old York blacksmith never deceived customers......" The warrior obviously didn't expect this result, but still subconsciously retorted, "Although I don't know what magic the blessing is...... In short, it is very easy to use, and it is very easy to use. ”

"There is neither magic nor the fluctuation of zài's magic...... That kind of boring trick can only fool people like you who don't know anything about magic, right?"

The paladin interrupted him unceremoniously, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, his eyes glinting through the slit of his helmet. "It's not just a magic weapon as long as there are some weird patterns etched on it, and sixty gold coins can't buy a magic weapon, unfortunately, you may feel that he has some magical powers, but that's just an illusion of your own." ”

He turned to leave, but the next moment he stopped and turned back: "Wait...... You say, Old York's blacksmith?"

"Yes, in Poplar Town, only Old York's blacksmith shop, and only Captain Edward sells these magic weapons......"

......

Edward's tent was set up in the outermost part of the camp.

Although he could name most of the adventurers on this operation, at least half of whom he knew well, and it was not difficult to join a gang, he chose this place, under a lonely oak tree, far from the center of the camp.

There's a reason for choosing this place...... The dense canopy of the large trees and the root system that extend the soil layer are enough to shelter from the cold winds, and not far behind the trees, there is a steep slope formed by a small fault, but there are not too many towering plants, because it is conducive to vigilance, it is usually not chosen as the direction of attack, and it is not difficult to escape, and in times of crisis, it is only necessary to slide down slightly, you can obtain considerable speed and necessary cover.

Every time he entered the jungle, Edward would choose such a place, which is why he was in his early teens, and he went in and out of the Whispering Forest several times, but finally came out unharmed.

Edward wasn't necessarily involved in the vigil, but he was definitely the first to be alerted if some danger approached - most of the seasoned cave bears knew the young man's habits, so they rarely disturbed him.

However, at this moment, around the young man's bonfire, an uninvited guest was ushered in.

"Well, little brother Edward, you're a nice fellow...... Haha, haha, there aren't too many humans like you. I like Baroque Night Rain very much. ”

The firelight drew a red rim on his stout body, as if the dark red beard was like a fire. A smile appeared from under the beard of the dwarf who called himself Baroque Night Rain, but his eyes were nailed to the metal box in the hunter's hand. Obviously, when he says 'like', he doesn't necessarily mean Edward's.

The other party's expression and the action of rubbing the large wooden cup in his hand made Edward a little funny. Still, he uncorked the wood and brought the uninvited guest a glass.

He didn't like to drink, and he only brought it with him for cold and first aid...... However, he didn't mind using it to make a friend - after all, these children of the mountains were rumored to have more than just great fighting power, and their eyes were used to moving in the dark tunnels, so they were definitely the perfect match in the impenetrable forest.

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