Night Crow Master

In Flake's eyes, Yate's silence was a tactful rejection.

"Ugh......"

Although the other party "does not want to accept his own solicitation", he can't tear his face and enmity because of this, but...

Since the opponent did not have the possibility of joining the Holy See, he was ready to do business, and he looked straightforward: "Mr. Yate, I have performed low-level healing magic four times, totaling forty copper coins."

"??" Yate hadn't figured out why the other party would treat himself as a bard, but thought it might be related to the dark night poetry thoughts, but at this moment, he heard the sentence abruptly and had to nod in a daze.

"Then, Mr. Yate, then I will leave first." He politely nodded to Yat, then turned and left, walking a little faster.

He had to confirm the news just heard to Di Lude.

After the opponent left, Yate came back to his senses, and glanced at the bottom of the career bar. The career description of the Night Wizard:

[The secret hidden in the poem has already been opened. Only those with blue blood are eligible to receive the honor of a wizard. 】

It’s the same as before, and the description of [Meditation·Dark Night Poetry lv2] below is also the same as before.

Could it be... the spiritual power of this night wizard is really so similar to that of a bard? He suddenly remembered that before, Hughes also mistaken him for a bard...

Thinking of Hughes, Yate couldn't help but feel a trace of sadness. Although he and Hughes had only been with each other for a few hours, he and Hughes and the group of mercenaries still got along well.

He opened the inventory and looked at the things arranged in the lower left corner--

[Hughes’ Oak Harp], [Courtias’ Hatchet], [Andus’ Short Sword], [Twin Dagger]...

However... he clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and his eyes became calm again.

Unlike the stable society in the past, in an era when this power determines life and death, stability can only be achieved with power.

Yate squinted his eyes, looked at the church deacon passing by the door, stood up, and walked towards the door: "Excuse me..."

...

To the east of Perth, a tall building similar to a castle stands here.

Today's noble wizards have inherited the habits of ancient wizards, whether they are good or bad, or even on the surface.

Ancient wizards used to live in and set up a large number of large and medium-sized magic circle castles-or called wizard towers, not only for safety, but also for the convenience of research.

But today's wizards, even if they don't have the ability to lay out a large magic circle, they have to build a tall castle.

And apprentice wizards, it’s even more impossible to build a castle with a magic circle. This is not a small castle. For this knight, this junior wizard apprentice—Pace Lock Rosa, It's basically a face project.

In the study, a middle-aged man wearing a robe with intricate and exquisite patterns sits on a chair and turns the pages of the book. On the table next to him is his favorite drink—a cup of coffee.

The grooming is well organized, the white face and the eight-character mustache look quite elegant. If you add the tuxedo and top hat that are popular in northern ports recently, you look more like a gentleman.

However, compared to the black and white costumes from the Central Continent that are more popular with young wizards, he prefers the current noble robes with wizarding traditions.

He is one of the children of Viscount Red Rose.

Although he is now close to forty years old, his strength is still only a junior apprentice.

When he was young, he worked very hard, hoping that one day he could break through to a middle or even higher apprenticeship, and hopefully succeed the Viscount Red Rose, using the family's family name-Rosa as the domain name, instead of just naming his own. The name "Pass".

But now, he has given up his enterprising spirit and prefers enjoyment rather than experimentation.

At this moment, he was sitting in the room, elegantly tasting the specialty of the Red Rose Collar-Red Rose Coffee.

This is the product of an experiment from a certain Red Rose Viscount-the Red Rose Viscount combined the Red Rose with a coffee tree to create a special plant. This Red Rose coffee tree will grow coffee beans with roses. The floral fragrance still exists after brewing.

Not only the red rose collar but also the Durand County is very famous.

"Compared to Blue Rose Coffee, it's much better." Taking a sip of the coffee with the aroma of red roses, Paz nodded with a smile.

Blue Rose Coffee is the opponent of the Red Rose Collar-a special plant produced by the Blue Rose Collar. After hearing that the Viscount Red Rose produced such a special plant at the time, the Viscount Blue Rose also produced it five years later. s things.

However, speaking of Lan Qiangwei, the smile on Paz's face could not help but fade a little, and some worries appeared in his eyes.

The Blue Rose Collar and the Red Rose Collar were originally together. They existed as the "Rose Collar" a long time ago. Until the death of a certain Viscount Rose, his two extremely talented children divided the territory into two.

Since then, the blue rose collar and the red rose collar have been rivals.

Recently, the current Viscount Red Rose, his father, and the current Viscount Lan Qiang have worsened their relationship.

These two old ladies who are over 80 years old may fight each other at any time.

As the vassal and son of Viscount Red Rose, although he did not want to fight, if he wanted to fight, he had to pull his followers and soldiers forward.

"I'm already eighty years old, can't you wait quietly for your old age?" Paz sighed, and the mellow taste of the red rose coffee that he picked up seemed to have become much weaker.

Tuk tuk

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

Paz put down his coffee, still holding the book of poetry biography in his hand, and said without looking up, "Come in."

A man dressed in clean clothes and a slender sword hung on his waist belt came in. Compared to Perth, this man was older, and his weather-beaten face had a sense of stability.

"Master Perth." After the other party entered the door, he pressed his right hand on his left chest, and performed a simple etiquette familiarly.

"What's the matter? Dutt?" Paz looked at the opponent, who was his guard. Since he came here with the name of a knight, the opponent has been by his side and has been with him for twenty years, "Could it be that Is there any news from my father?"

Dutt's expression didn't look relaxed, which made Paz, who was familiar with him, nervous.

"It's not about the Lord Viscount, your Lord." Dutte shook his head. "It's about the person who was sent to the church yesterday."

"Church? What happened to Flake again?" Paz frowned suspiciously. The leader came to report yesterday's incident, and Duterte reported it to himself. He didn't take it seriously. After all, often There were mercenaries and travelers who went to the Plains of Di Lude alone. After being injured, they appeared in the northwestern forest and were sent to Fleck's church.

After reporting and inquiring, there was basically nothing wrong, only a few times, because those stingy civilians were unwilling to pay after being treated, and then they made trouble.

"Actually, it was the traveler who was sent to the church who told Flake a piece of news. Flake asked him to send the news." Duter thought about it. After the other party told Flake the news, Flake followed the nobleman. The agreement with the Holy See also sent the news.

"What news?" Paz became more and more puzzled. What news needs Fleck to send? The last time I did this was three years ago, when a band of bandits with more than a hundred people appeared near Perth.

"The traveler said that a few days ago, thousands of demonized wolves flocked to Di Lude."

"Devilized wolves!? Thousands? What are you kidding?" Paz frowned, even a little angry, he snorted coldly, "Can Flake believe this kind of news? His mind is white bread. Have you replaced it!? Duterte, don't you believe it too!?"

Thousands of demonized wolves? Even the red rose collar will be straight down, there is no room for resistance.

Under normal circumstances, Dutt would not tell him such low-reliability news.

Seeing Paz’s expression, Dutt couldn’t help but smiled bitterly: “Master Paz, I don’t believe it too much, but...I should have returned to the caravan led by Paz yesterday morning. come back."

The caravan he was talking about was a caravan under Paz. It was responsible for exchanging some items and materials. In case of any accident, it would also use carrier pigeons for emergency contact.

And now, there is no news.

"Could it be that..." The expression on Paz's face became a little serious as his friend told him.

After a long time, Paz sighed: "Dutt, you send someone to confirm the news."

"Okay, my lord." Du Fei responded. He had already sent someone to Di Lude to receive the confirmation. Then he seemed to have thought of something and told Perth another news, "Yes, my lord, buy The lumber work is halfway through, and the two firewood bins are now half filled, and they should be collected in one month."

"Well, I know." Paz nodded. "You tell the loggers, let them cut enough wood and prepare enough meat. The cold winter is coming. After the cold winter is over, I hope mine The leaders can survive as much as possible."

As he said, he paused: "The logging tax for these two months has also been reduced by half."

"Praise your kindness, they will be happy." Dutte praised from the bottom of his heart, pressing his hands on his chest, "By the way, Lord Perth, the Viscount’s dinner will be held in ten days, my lord. Need to be prepared."

"Then, Master Perth, I'll leave first." After Perth nodded in greeting, Dutt retreated and left the study, closing the door.

Sunlight spilled in from the windowsill and shone on some old bookshelves. Paz turned his head and looked at it. The familiar sky brought him an unusual gloom.