Wizard From Afar

The cold wind of lingering rushes across the sky, making the clear sky a little more solemn, and the endless horizon is as clear as a mirror, far away from the continuous mountain range in the distance. catch.

In this season of winter, the sun hanging high in the sky is no longer as hot as it used to be. Pure as a gem, it sprinkles the golden morning light on the already depressed land.

Between the wilderness and the jungle, a team of neither too big nor too small is walking through the dusty road. The golden coat of arms composed of crossed blood-colored long swords is in the cold wind. Slightly fluttering.

This is the northwestern part of the Sackland Empire, a land covered by wilderness and forest; the frontier of the Duke of Lotaire under the rule of the Fried family is also the frontier of human civilization.

Loren, who has lived in Wimpal Academy for half a year, finally has a rather vague understanding of this world-at least he already knows where he is, and he also knows a little bit about the Duke of Lotaire. The status quo.

The Senna family, who owns the count of Deep Limburg, and the Fried family rose almost at the same time. It was only because of the proximity to the border that it was difficult to expand their power, and the ancestors of the Fried family grabbed it. The title of Duke is gone.

But their power is beyond doubt. Also because of the proximity to the border, it was really difficult for the dukes of the past to control this unruly vassal, and contradictions and conflicts also occurred from time to time.

Until the duke of this generation, Ruben's father, chose to marry the Senna family, and because of this generation's premature death, Shen Limburg count did not leave a son, so the duke seized the opportunity and took the opportunity Bring this count into complete control.

But will the Senna family really obediently surrender and surrender the control of the castle and territory? Loren was very suspicious. Perhaps the Duke was just thinking about trying, and was ready to resolve the conflict peacefully.

Otherwise, it would not be his own wizard and a team of Knights who followed Lu Wen, but a fully armed army.

Loren, wearing a wizard robe, rode a pony that Ruben gave him and lays his wand across the saddle—I have to say that this horse is much better than Leonardo’s old horse. You don't need to take two steps to catch your breath.

"What are you thinking about, look at your preoccupied appearance!"

Suddenly he was slapped on the shoulder, and Ruben’s silhouette broke into Loren’s sight. , The bright smile looks extremely sunny: "I will be in Deep Limburg one day, I don't want them to think that my wizard consultant is a sick child!"

"You can rest assured about this. Loren smiled and nodded. This Master Count is obviously the kind of person who doesn't have much scheming, and it's a good thing to some extent.

But...the light from under the hood glanced at the Knights behind him. Although it was not obvious, the other party did not deliberately conceal it. A pair of disgusting eyes swept from behind him from time to time. pass.

For the young count who cares about his wizard so much, the accompanying Knights are obviously quite dissatisfied-just because they are more reserved, they never say it.

The people in Luwen didn't seem to notice this, and they still chatted with him happily. Like a curious cat, ask all sorts of questions, seems to have a great interest in the profession of wizard.

The result was that Loren became very embarrassed in the whole team-the reputation of the original wizard was not very good, and the excessive attention of count made him almost become the Knights In the eyes of the standard "the treacherous evildoer".

It's really people sitting at home, and disaster comes from the sky...

"I have known a few wizards before, but most of them are thin and thin with books. It’s as if the wind blows and it will fall to the ground.” Ruben’s eyebrows raised: “Like you who can defeat a vampire one by one, this is the first time I’ve seen you!”

"...I have already explained that it was not me who defeated vampire." Loren twitched the corners of his mouth a little embarrassingly. The gazes behind him who looked at him got worse and worse: "It was the Holy Cross who saved me!"

"If the Holy Cross can defeat the enemy, then we don't need Knight and the army." Ruben still didn't believe it, his expression was a little helpless: "Humility is indeed a virtue, but if it is too much, it will make others look down on you. Yes."

"But then again..." Looking back at the Knights behind him, Lu In Literature there is a bit playful: "My Knights are really not convinced by you. Now, they don’t really believe that a wizard can be so powerful."

"Especially my guard Captain, Sir Aaron--he thinks that you are actually lying, and there is simply no vampire. What's going on, it's just your Wimpal Academy wizards, playing tricks to cover up the truth!"

Well, he is about to guess right...Loren gave a bitter smile in his heart, his eyes "inadvertently" He glanced at the black feather eagle on his shoulder, those red eyes were looking at him "innocently".

"He slandered you and your Academy so much, are you not angry at all?" Seeing that Loren's expression has not changed, Lu In Literature there is some confused asked: "Replace it with It’s me, I’ve already drew my sword to fight him!"

"It’s just not worth it." Loren smiled humbly, considering his own words: "even more how Sir Aaron is your guard Captain , And I’m just a wizard. I really shouldn’t do such offensive things."

"Of course, as a wizard from Wimpal Academy, I should stand up when she is stigmatized. But this level of complaint shouldn't be enough..."

"That's right, now is the time for you to stand up!" The young count said excitedly, directly omitting his before and after sentence: "You should fight for Wimpal's honor!"

"Everyone, stop!" Without waiting for Loren's answer, Ruben had already called out first, and happily stopped and walked at the top. The Knight in front: "Aaron!"

The marching Knights stopped their horses one after another, watching the Sir Aaron who was called out by count, like a stone statue. Turning around, he lowered his head neatly: "Please tell me, count."

"After talking to me, our Lord Loren · Torino wizard is going to meet him for his Academy. Fighting with my dignity, I propose to you a formal duel." At this time, Lu Wen immediately lost his original casualness, sitting on a scarlet war horse with a tall posture and expression, all showing With his authority: "If you can take back the slanderous remarks before, this duel can be avoided."

"I am not going to take back what I said." Sir Aaron narrowed his eyes slightly: "Moreover, it is an honor for me to be able to fight the person who defeated vampire."

"Very well, Aaron has accepted the challenge!" count looked back towards the black hair behind him. wizard: "How about you, Loren?"

"It's also my honour." Lifting the hood, Loren bowed to Aaron very politely on the saddle: "May the Holy Cross bless To you, Sir!"

"You'd better ask the Holy Cross to bless you, wizard." Sir Aaron sarcastically said unabashedly.

It’s not too late. The Knights set up camps and bonfires by the creek in the vicinity, and then formed a circle in the surrounding clearing. Even Ruben stood beside him, silent Without saying a word.

Sir Aaron, holding a two-handed sword, was already at High Level in the clearing. Loren took off his wizard robe and put his wand aside and took out his sword. As soon as he looked up, he saw the black feather eagle falling on the saddle staring at him.

Although the bird has no expression, those eyes are definitely caring for the fool's gaze.

"I'm not crazy... well, this is indeed a sudden situation. But if I don't agree, that count young Young Master will never take me seriously." Loren kind of Er shook the head helplessly: "Considering that I will still be working under him in the short term, this situation must not happen!" Still incomprehensible Asriel turned his head and flew away. Shrugged, Loren, who pulled out the long sword, shook his sword, moved towards the expressionless Sir Aaron bowed and saluted gracefully, and the silver edge pointed to his cheek.

"So, can I start?"