Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 18 Bloodline

"Then what do you mean?" Brian met Artes' surprised and unbelievable eyes, and said angrily:
"Is it possible that you still want me to take out a lot of spell-casting materials, draw a magic circle on the ground, and let a group of people watch me dance around him like a square dance, will you be satisfied?"

"What is a square dance?" Mario, a satyr hiding in the crowd, grasped the point of the question and quickly answered.

"Stay alone." Brian, who knew he was slipping, didn't bother to explain to him.

"It doesn't mean that." Artes quickly denied, "I'm just surprised by your clean solution. The problem is solved, so it's great..."

Before the other party finished his polite words, Brian snorted coldly, turned and left.

He walked to the stool that the goat had found for him before, picked up the bottle of opened wine, unscrewed the cork and sipped lightly.

Under the stimulation of this slightly sour and slightly sweet wine, he immediately felt that his exhausted brain, which was caused by severe mental exhaustion, was relieved a lot.

In fact, as a spellcaster, alcohol can't solve the essential problem of mental exhaustion at all. For Brian, it is nothing more than a refreshing effect.

Of course, if a wizard drinks too much for a long time, it will even affect spellcasting.

After all, as a wizard, they not only need to learn vast magical knowledge, but also spend a lot of time meditating to increase the strength of their mental power, which makes them need to maintain a strong and clear mind at any time.

Therefore, to a certain extent, time is very precious to wizards.

In the group of wizards that Brian met, many low-level wizards even squeezed their sleeping time to the extreme, which resulted in them not even having time to drink for entertainment, let alone hangovers.

But Brian is different. With the Arcane Fire, he has carried all the magic research results of his previous life. What he needs to do is to accumulate magic energy as soon as possible, raise the level of the Arcane Fire, and then activate it. .

In terms of the concept of time, it is naturally much more relaxed. Because of this, he gradually developed the habit of using wine to refresh himself.

In fact, Brian knew very well that this method was useless at all, and it was more similar to the role of psychological suggestion.

However, his self-control has always been very good, and he has never been drunk so far.

At this time, while Brian was drinking, the Komon scholar pointed at the sleeping little guy and asked him the doubts in his heart:

"Mr. Brian, I would like to ask. As far as I know, the wizards in ancient times, the magic they mastered was due to the hard study and study of arcane knowledge. Well, these days, these spells can only be cast by relying on the talent of the magic source Warlocks, where does their magic come from?"

Hearing this, Brian put the wine bottle back to its original place, glanced at the scholar who showed great interest, and had nothing to do, so he simply explained to him:
"The magic that a warlock controls is innate. This magic may come from supernatural blood, alien influence, or from exposure to some unknown universe. Although it is impossible for them to learn magic like learning knowledge, but Fortunately, the power of magic chooses them instead."

For warlocks, magic itself is what they are made of.

This power pervades their bodies, minds and souls, waiting to be channeled.

No world, no world, has long been affected by magical cataclysms and uncontrolled waves of energy, cataclysmic events that unleash magical chaos and produce legacies of sorcerer's blood.

This legacy often lurks over generations and then suddenly manifests itself in appropriate or inappropriate circumstances, as is happening today.

Of course, it may also be because their bodies originally had blood from their ancestors flowing through them, and suddenly one day their bloodline returned to their ancestors.

Artes on the other side thought for a moment after listening to Brian's words, and asked abruptly: "Supernatural blood? Do you mean that as long as the ancestors have a strong supernatural blood, it is possible to awaken magical talent? "

"That's the theory." Brian replied casually.

"Our Swift family had royal blood three generations ago. It is said that the ancestors of the royal blood were of heavenly blood. Does this mean that in my family, it is also possible to awaken the magical talent of supernatural blood." Artes tentatively asked. asked.

Celestial lineage?
Brian couldn't help but look at each other more, and at the same time finally understood why when he saw King West and the little princess, he had the illusion that they were not purely human.

The so-called celestial blood is a descendant of a combination of human beings and benevolent celestial races.

The strength of the celestial bloodline will allow them to maintain many very obvious characteristics.

However, with countless generations of inheritance, the bloodline has long been so thin that it does not show any characteristics. It is obviously impossible to awaken the magic talent mentioned by Artes.

Unless favored by Goddess of Luck, atavism occurs, or some special bloodline awakening ceremony is held. For example, the most common dragon vein warlock that Brian used to do was done through dragon blood baptism.

Thinking of this, Brian instantly saw through the small thoughts in Arters' heart.

So the eyes that looked at the other party gradually became playful, until he avoided the other party with a little embarrassment, and then joked with great interest:
"Boy, don't you know? Only those who have never broken their bodies can awaken the supernatural blood. People like you...won't you?"

Brian deliberately did not continue, because he knew that leaving unlimited room for imagination would be more effective.

As expected, the crowd of onlookers easily comprehended what Bryan hinted at, and began to whisper to each other.

It's a pity that no one dared to really laugh in front of this future little duke, which made Brian a little disappointed.

The two had been communicating for so long in a neutral manner, but he really wanted to see how the other party's defense was suddenly broken.

"Gods above, I would like to express my most sincere respect to our little duke who guards himself like a jade." The half-goat Mario played a sad note on the harp, and said in a low tone.

As soon as these words came out, most people lowered their heads and left the place in a wise manner.

Brian also got his wish and saw Artus' calm and composed expression clearly showing an indescribable embarrassment and irritation.

In order to prevent the other party from becoming angry and slaughtering the talkative half-goat, he immediately picked up the conversation and changed the embarrassing topic: "Now that my work is done, should you also fulfill your promise?"

After Brian finished speaking, he looked at the other party intently.

To Brian, three thousand gold coins were considered a considerable fortune.

In order to delay the appearance of the ancient evil, he needs to prepare a sealing circle.

The various expensive materials needed for the ritual circle, especially gems, have almost emptied all of Brian's savings over the past few years, so the more money, the better.

"It should be so." Artes took a deep breath, calmed his ups and downs, and signaled his subordinates not to act rashly, then responded, then seemed to remember something, and said with a little hesitation: "But..."

All assent is destroyed by a but.

Hearing this sentence, Brian's expression turned cold, and he unconsciously touched the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"Please don't get excited, Your Excellency Brian, wait for me to finish speaking." Artes naturally noticed the other's small movements, and quickly explained:
"I think you should also understand that three thousand gold coins is not a small amount. It is impossible for people like us to carry so many gold coins with us anytime and anywhere."

"So?" Brian looked at him playfully, waiting for his next answer.

"If you don't mind, you can go to Thorn Castle with me to get it." Artes expressed his meaning to Brian.

"Then there's no need." Brian replied, and then his eyes flickered, and he continued: "Since this is the case, let's change the method. You should know what is the most famous product from this border town."

"Gem?" Artes said subconsciously.

"That's right." Brian continued: "Now that I know it, it's much simpler. I don't want the three thousand gold coins. I'll replace them with two emerald stones. What do you think?"

The emerald stone is also one of the materials for him to seal the magic circle. Originally, Brian planned to go to the merchant guild in the town to buy it. Since the other party couldn't pay the reward, he simply asked him to use the gem to pay off the debt.

"Emerald stone?" Artes frowned slightly, trying to recall the appearance of the gemstone, and then said in silence for a moment:
"The two emerald stones are all right, but didn't you find it? The solution you proposed to solve the problem has returned to the starting point of the problem again. My money is not enough to pay the expensive price of the two gemstones."

"It's simple." Brian looked at Artes, who was showing embarrassment, and suggested to him:

"You are the heir of the Duke of Swift. As long as you reveal your identity and purpose, believe me, the merchant guild in the town will definitely sell you a little bit of noodles and issue you an IOU from the Swift family. As for how to say it, You don't need me to teach you, do you?"

"I'll give it a try." Artes was silent for a long time, and finally agreed helplessly.

"Then it's no problem." Brian reminded him again, regardless of whether the other party could handle it or not: "Remember, these two emerald stones must have some flaws."

"Flaws?" Artes couldn't help but be taken aback, showing puzzled eyes.

"You can understand that there are bubbles in the gemstone." Brian explained to him, and continued: "I'll wait for you on the second floor of the tavern, and bring it up for me when you get it. Also, don't try to escape. Otherwise, the next lightning ball will not stick to your chest, but your face."

After speaking, he nodded to the two Komon scholars who were watching, and then turned and left.

After the other party's disturbance, Brian's plan to go to Thorn Castle today will naturally come to naught.

What he needs to do most now, besides recovering the exhausted mental power, is to use magic energy to activate some very useful first-ring spells as soon as possible, so that the safety factor of his destination will be greatly improved.

"Please wait!" Seeing that Brian was about to leave, Artes quickly stopped him.

"Anything else?" Brian looked back at him.

"What should I do with this child?" Artes asked.

"Didn't I say that, I'll wake up naturally later." Brian replied with a slightly impatient expression.

"That's not what I mean." Artes said his true thoughts: "I mean how we should take care of him after he wakes up."

After being reminded by the other party, Brian remembered that this little guy had awakened the School of Evocation, which is known as the most dangerous school. Warlocks' bad reputation as a group of dangerous elements was blown up by this school.

The most important thing is that Brian discovered that this little guy's awakened school of spell direction is likely to be related to the furious storm in the air element.

This also means that even if he has helped the opponent sort out the irritable elemental energy in the blood, it is very likely that in some inadvertent accident, it will burst out again in an unpredictable way.

Thinking of this, Brian started to have a headache.

Letting him take a brat with him is naturally something that you don't even think about.

Seeing Brian staring at the little guy in thought, Artes suddenly remembered something, so he immediately answered: "Our court wizard Morelle of West lives in the royal city, if you don't mind..."

"Don't even think about it, I won't agree." Brian snorted coldly, and flatly refused.

Artes meant nothing more than to let him escort this brat to West King City, which was naturally unacceptable to Brian, who was in an important position.

"Mr. Bryan, I would like to ask if there will be any accidents with this little guy. If there is an accident, will it be as dangerous as it is today?" At this moment, the silent scholar Komon answered.

"I can't guarantee that accidents will never happen." Brian looked at him thoughtfully and said:

"As for the degree of danger, it's not as scary as I imagined, but if it's not handled properly, the life of a bear that's too young... a little guy that's too young will be in danger."

"Then do you think I can take care of him with my current strength?" Ke Meng asked with a smile.

"Almost." Brian looked at Ke Meng and nodded.

In fact, the moment the other party spoke, he was already thinking about this issue.

"In that case, let me escort this little guy to find your court wizard Mr. Morelle, what do you think, Mrs. Sweet?" Comon looked at Artes and asked unhurriedly road.

Artus and the little guy's knight father looked at each other, nodded and said, "What is your name for this gentleman?"

"Comon, a scholar, has just become a wizard apprentice under the guidance of Mr. Brian." Comon bowed slightly to Artes, and replied politely.

"Then I will trouble you, Mr. Wizard." Artes suppressed the surprise in his heart, and replied: "In order to prevent accidents and your safety considerations, the knight father of this child will escort him to the royal city with you, and hand over Into the hands of the wizard Morelle."

"This is a good arrangement." Ke Meng nodded slightly in agreement.

Seeing that the two sides had reached an agreement, Brian came to Kemeng and briefly taught him how to deal with the little guy in case of an accident, and then told him not to set off on a rainy day.

Then, Brian seemed to think of something, and solemnly reminded Ke Meng: "One of the main ingredients in the alchemy potion that resists the harm caused by native magic to the body: holly fruit, it is best to use the ones grown in the wizard garden of Morelle. Holly."

"Is there any special meaning?" Ke Meng asked suspiciously.

"Because Morelle is not only a powerful wizard, but also a Druid. In his garden, the natural flavor of the holly is much stronger than that of ordinary holly." Brian explained to him.

"So that's it." Ke Meng showed a look of surprise, and then thanked Brian.

"You're welcome, we have a chance to meet again." Brian smiled and walked straight to the second floor of the tavern.

"Your Excellency Brian's destination is Thorn Castle. If you don't mind, I am willing to hire you to escort me to Thorn Castle."

When Bryan passed by him, Artes made a proposal that he had considered for a long time.

"Hire?" Brian glanced at him, and said meaningfully: "Yes, no matter where you are, you can't change the truth that you can't move without money or power. But the future little duke, you need to know, this doesn't mean that there are With money and power, you can really do whatever you want, and there is at least one thing you can’t buy.”

"What?" Astor asked subconsciously.

"Hey! Singer, it's up to you to answer this question." Brian chuckled, looked back in the direction of the satyr, left without saying a word.

The goat responded happily, and quickly played a slightly sad ballad on the harp as Brian's answer.

Then Mario, holding the harp, quickly chased after Brian.

At the same time, Artus, who always had a confident smile on his face, froze in place when he heard the name of the song.

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