Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

"I remember you said before..."

"My Lord, before was before, now is now, Cecilia has awakened, right?" Kyle responded with a smile.

"This...that..."

"Forget it, it's only a few hours less."

Wei Lin made up his mind and showed an indifferent attitude.

Except for Silas who didn't know the world, Kyle and Xue Mia both understood Wei Lin's bitterness.

After the matter was settled, Wei Lin began to write a letter to his grandfather, and then called Miller to deliver the letter to the manor in the East District of the capital.

...

In the manor, the Duke of Moravia looked at his grandson's special messenger, waved his hand to take the letter into his hand, and opened it to check.

Looking at the content above, the situation was exactly as he expected.

First, he euphemistically mentioned the remaining promise, and then tried to cover up the three-year time limit with family affection.

"This kid is so cruel!"

If it was Lisis's plea, he would ignore it, but facing Wei Lin, the Duke of Moravia had more factors to think about.

Osmond Olier, the war mage of the East Tower, is the proud disciple of the old man Calix Silves, and has been trapped in the high level of soul for two hundred years.

He was a high-level soul arcane when he got married, and now his only daughter is already a golden mage, and this guy is still a high-level soul arcane.

In the eyes of the Duke of Moravia, Osmond is comparable to his disciple.

The only difference between the two is that one has children and the other does not.

However, it is not so easy to become a legend.

There are many geniuses who have been promoted to the high level of soul after the age of 100, but most of them are trapped in this level, unable to make any progress in their lives, doing nothing for more than 800 years, and finally passing away, or going far away and dying quietly in a corner unknown to anyone.

"Welin is known as the child of miracles, maybe a miracle will happen."

"Let me write a letter to the old man Calix Silves, explain the gains and losses, and ask for a large sum of money. For his useless disciple, I think he will not be stingy with treasures, maybe I can borrow his things to study."

"If I do this, I will not only fulfill my promise to the boy, but also gain a favor from Calix Silves, and I can also test how much fate the boy is carrying."

Putting away his scattered thoughts, the Duke of Moravia looked down at Miller and answered: "Go back and tell the boy to go to the First Magic Academy to pick him up in three days."

"Yes, Your Excellency." Miller bowed his head and saluted, then turned and left.

The Duke of Moravia took out a magic crystal, recorded what he wanted to say into it, tore open the space, threw it into it, and then put his hands behind his back, ready to see what Lowell was doing.

…

On the seventh floor of the War Mage Tower in the East Tower of the North City District of the Royal Capital, Osmond Olier finished his meditation and said, "Come in."

Outside the mithril gate, Gabriella looked a little timid, took a deep breath, pushed the door open, and walked in.

She knew that her father loved her very much, but he would never listen to her advice on such matters.

For Zeliya, she wanted to give it a try.

If her father didn't want to go, she would go by herself.

But when she thought about parting with her father, she was very reluctant.

"Gabriella, what do you want?"

Looking at his daughter, Osmond Olier smiled on his cold face, waved to her, and asked her to come to him.

Gabriella came to Osmond with a conflicted mentality and sat beside him.

"You look so depressed. Did Zeliya make you angry?"

"Father, I..."

"Hmph, it seems that it was that boy. Wait until I break his legs."

Osmond snorted coldly and prepared to leave.

Seeing this, Gabriella suddenly lost her ability to think. She stepped forward and pulled Osmond's hand, saying anxiously: "Father, it's not what you think. Zeliya didn't make me angry."

At the pull of his daughter, Osmond sat down and asked: "Why do you look so depressed?"

"Father, it's like this..."

Having lost her mind and in order to protect Zeliya, Gabriella had to tell the whole story.

After listening to his daughter's statement, Osmond had already figured out the ins and outs of the matter.

Looking at her father's indifferent expression, Gabriella lowered her head and dared not speak.

After a long time, Osmond sighed.

If it was instigated by others, with his strength and reputation, he would definitely make the other party pay the price.

But he had no way to deal with this child of miracle.

He had heard his teacher say that this kind of person who carries destiny is loved by the world. If you offend him rashly, at best, everything will go wrong, and at worst, bad luck will come to you.

Although Osmond had never seen such a thing happen, the teacher who regarded him as his own son would never lie to him.

"From today on, you..."

"Osmond, come to see me at the Cassis Mage Tower."

Before he finished speaking, the teacher's voice suddenly rang in his ears.

"Yes, teacher."

Omons bowed his head in response, then looked at his daughter, imprisoned her in the secret room, and said in a gentle tone: "Gabriella, bear with it for a while, wait for me to come back."

After that, Osmond's figure disappeared in the Mage Tower.

Looking at her father leaving, Gabriella looked helpless and murmured to herself: "Father, I am not a child."

She understood that this was her father's love for him, and she had no complaints about it.

…

Cassis Mage Tower, a young man stood at the top, looking at the royal capital, constantly thinking about the words Moravia said.

The Aix family, he remembered that the person Alicia married was Ilysis, the heir to Earl Eagle.

However, he had many students and only a few apprentices.

"Good afternoon, teacher."

Osmond came to the top of Cassis Mage Tower, bowed and saluted, expressing his respect to the young man.

"Osmond, how long did it take you to reach the soul level?"

Hearing this question, Osmond was a little confused in his heart, but he still answered truthfully: "To answer the teacher's question, I was promoted to a low-level soul arcanist in the spring of 9438 in the glorious calendar. That was also the year when I turned one hundred years old. when."

The young man turned around, looked at his apprentice, and said softly: "After you were promoted to a low-level soul master, you reached a high-level soul master in less than a hundred years, but in the next two hundred years, you never made any progress. "

"Yes, teacher." Osmond lowered his head and replied.

Osmond doesn't want to recall all the bitterness.

If it weren't for his daughter as a spiritual sustenance, he felt that he might have gone crazy now.