Ride and Cut

"Blow, keep blowing." Li Cha sneered, not believing it at all.

He still thinks that Bedrick's reliability is quite high: it fluctuates slightly with different things, and generally speaking, even the peak value is far below the lower limit of normal people.

In recent decades, Pompeii's national fortune has been booming. Seeing that he has left Stuart and is heading towards San Jose, the biggest unstable factor is him, the crown prince. It is said that a number of foreign nobles had privately bet on which ditch Pompey could be led to when Bedric came to the throne.

Note - they are betting which ditch they will take, not whether they will take it, which is a qualitative difference.

"Really!" Bedric scratched his head, "You come to Fulis, and I have nothing to entertain you. Is it interesting to take you to see what the magister is like?"

"Do you think the magister is the same as the monkey in the circus?" The lord looked at the other party firmly.

For the first time, besides being unreliable, he also felt that Bedrick might have some brain problems.

The rank of Magister is so well-known that the meaning it represents can only be described as scorching heat.

As the ultimate achievers of the path of elemental users, when they smile, they can send precious rain to the land that has been dry for ten years, and when they are angry, they can turn a small city into ruins in one fell swoop.

They are not gods, but to ordinary civilians, they are as irresistible as gods.

It is no exaggeration to say that every magister is a monument that masters the mysteries of the elements. The strength is not so strong, the status is not so high, and the knowledge is not so profound, so naturally, the temper is often not so great.

On the surface, the magisters all have their own homeland, but in fact, this is often because of the huge consumption of magic research, and the "affiliation" between the two parties hit it off, and there is no such direct affiliation.

Not to mention just the Crown Prince, even if His Majesty Sargerei wanted to bring a foreigner to see the Magister, he would probably have to make an appointment first.

"Your Excellency Du Pont is easy to talk to. If I say I can see you, I will definitely see you." Bedrick pulled Li Cha away without saying a word.

The lord was surprised to find that the Crown Prince of Pompeii actually commuted by public carriage. And judging by the way he waved to stop the car, he was obviously very skilled.

What made him even more dumbfounded was that the four of them had finally waited for the public carriage. After Bedric reported the destination, he didn't have the slightest intention to pay for it, and he and his two followers turned to look at Li Cha, neither embarrassed nor embarrassed.

"I swear the purse is lost."

"It's really yours." Li Cha sighed with his hands on his forehead, took out a few coins and handed them to the coachman, expressing cautious pessimism about the future of this journey.

The wheels started to turn on the smooth stone road in Frisz, and they began to chatter: "Your Excellency Du Pont is not a traditional magister. His magic concept, his way of life, and his research direction are almost the opposite of the tradition. In short, he is a very interesting person."

"Oh, what kind of anti-traditional law?" The lord was really interested.

Because he felt that if it was about going against the tradition, Bedric in front of him should be the uncrowned king.

The coachman, who was counting the money, glanced at them indistinctly and laughed secretly.

This young man is blowing the cowhide, he really has a bit of demeanor when he was young. He obviously couldn't even get a few coppers for the carriage, and he was full of either a magister or an anti-tradition.

And with his haircut—so smooth and smooth with oil, he is probably either a big businessman or a habitual fraudster.

A big businessman has a private carriage, so he won't sit here, so there are only habitual fraudsters left.

He has seen all kinds of people selling tickets for so many years, and he has a lot of experience. He can tell at a glance: the one who is chattering must be a liar and must be the main culprit. The other two who kept silent and were responsible for pretending to be deep were his accomplices, and of course they were also liars.

As for wearing a strange mage's robe with an epee on his back, the one who was responsible for paying the fare just now was of course the poor fat sheep they were targeting.

You can tell by looking at his clothes that he must be an epee swordsman who relies on martial arts for a living, but is looking forward to learning magic and becoming a magician every day. This kind of person is actually not uncommon at all.

The coachman could almost reconstruct the whole story from his own mind - a certain warrior who was good at obscenity even better than swordsmanship, daydreaming day by day to become a mage, somehow met a group of liars.

The three crooks fell in love with him and began to sell dreams to him. It's nothing more than "a magician has a public meeting, just want to pay some money" and the like.

Of course, the higher the rank, the more people can be fooled, so the magister must be emphasized.

As for why the anti-tradition is emphasized, this is also very simple-it is too difficult to act as a traditional magister. At least one needs to find an abandoned castle to pretend to be a mage tower, and then hire dozens of servants to pretend to be apprentices, in order to look like that.

But as long as anti-traditional attributes are added, it will not only make the scene of "the magister meets the civilian soldiers" instantly reasonable.

It can even go a step further, such as preaching that the magister is willing to be poor, so he insists on living in a broken house in a civilian area. It can greatly reduce the cost of fraud, and it will not make people suspicious.

"You can't believe it, Master Dupont has been living in a two-story building that is neither spacious nor gorgeous since he was a child," Bedrick said.

Look, sure enough. The coachman sneered in his heart, but he couldn't help being proud of his wisdom, and his mood, which had been hazy for most of the day, instantly cleared the clouds.

"There really are such people in reality?" The lord couldn't help being a little surprised.

You must know that you will not move for a lifetime, and you will grow old slowly in the old house, although it sounds very warm. But it is human nature to pursue better and more convenient living conditions. And an ordinary house must be too narrow for a magister.

"Yes, in fact, I have never moved in my life." What Bedric said is absolutely true, after all, the last time the Pompeii Palace was relocated was more than a thousand years ago.

"It's not easy." Although Li Cha still doesn't believe that he can easily meet the magister, the news given by the guy in front of him should be accurate.

It's over. The coachman had silently sentenced the swordsman to death. As expected, this kind of guy with well-developed limbs has a very simple mind and is the best target for fraud.

Maybe until he spent the last copper in his purse, he didn't know he had met a con man. I thought I had met a real magister, but my talent was not good enough and I didn't have the opportunity to follow and study, and then I spent the rest of my life depressed.

How about giving him a reminder? The coachman hesitated.

"Welcome to the next ride." When the four guests got out of the car, he slightly increased the volume than usual, trying to wake up the fat sheep.

As for whether it was too vague for the other party to understand - it was none of his business, anyway, the fare had already been paid.