When the hotel owner brought lunch (for Vincent, it could also be considered breakfast), the mage decided to put those questions behind him for the time being.

Among the few mages on the continent of Blasares , most of them regard eating as a burden. Especially those human spellcasters, their lives are short but the world of magic is almost infinite, and every minute and every second is very precious. Especially since mages can use magic to make some simple food, or ask their magic pets to prepare several special herbs to maintain their body's needs, they can devote more energy to the library and laboratory.

But Vincent is obviously not that kind of person. He still maintains the habit of eating "exquisite food", and he himself is a pretty good cook. He often said: "Only by living the same life as ordinary people can we be reminded of our ordinaryness." But for others, especially Pajis, Vincent's approach is nothing more than showing off his genius.

Especially this morning, Vincent always felt very hungry for some reason, as if he had consumed a lot of energy. Although the tavern could only prepare some simple food in a hurry, the onion meat paste and fragrant buns were enough to make the mage want to eat.

"Give me a glass of good light red wine." Vincent said with a smile, and then he added to dispel the boss's worries: "Don't worry, I won't get drunk this time."

"I think it's better for you not to drink. I didn't expect your drinking capacity to be so bad." The most qualified person in the tavern to say this was the dwarf. He had taken off his conspicuous silver-white armor and put on a thick one. studded leather armor. Newton and Lambert stood at the door of the hotel with smiles, looking at Vincent who was about to have a meal.

"While the sun was still blazing, your sarcastic words gave me a lot of comfort." Vincent took a fork and said, "What have you been doing?"

"Of course I'm making preparations. After all, we still have a long way to go. Did you see that I have already changed out of my metal armor? Otherwise, how can I withstand the cold weather?" Newton grabbed the wooden wine bottle from the boss's hand and raised it. Holding the bottle, he said: "I think there are many reasons to cheer today."

"I think you should drink less." Lambert patted the dwarf on the shoulder. "Shelley went to buy some things for Soka. Maybe he will come back after a while. Tell me Vincent, what did you do last night?"

"I can't even remember. I still have some pain in my head. It seems that being drunk is of no benefit." Vincent bit into the soft bread, but began to miss the sweet cookies of the elves. "I heard that you were all injured. It's nothing serious, right? But now it looks like you are all intact."

"Of course, of course, how can guys as strong as us be afraid of your fists?" Newton took a sip of wine, but felt it was too weak, so he gave it back to the mage: "Shelley was injured a bit seriously. I could barely walk at first, but it was thanks to the cute little girl Soka... Lambert, why are you stepping on my toes?"

"A mistake, you know, these iron shoes will make my sense of touch a little dull." Lambert explained with a smile: "Everything is ready. I'm sorry that I can't accompany you there. I still have Other tasks need to be completed.”

"I understand. Lambert." Vincent looked at the knight: "If you need any help from the Paladin, we will fully support you, just like you helped us. However, I have always had a question, why is Holy Greafury Didn't Archmage Thomas take responsibility? Is there some of it..."

"Oh, there is nothing surprising. This is not a decision made by our Holy Knights." Lambert explained: "We have to obey the orders of the temple, and the priests of the temple feel that the orcs are now the first There is no need to quarrel with the Mage Association because of past events. However, I believe that everyone must be responsible for what they have done, and he will be punished one day . "

"Then this is about the same as I estimated, but you still have to be careful about this character. I always feel that those mysterious guys who cooperate with him are not simple." Vincent put down the tableware and said seriously: "Compared to what was caused by the orcs In terms of harm, I think he is more destructive."

"I understand, I understand." Lambert said: "According to my current status, I don't have the right to choose who to cooperate with, but I will keep what you said in mind. Now, let us turn our attention to something closer. The future. I have a map here that marks the safe villages, allowing you to get on the road relatively easily. Of course. Because your destination is the towering mountains, you will have to pass through some orc-infested areas."

"They can't stop me! If you give me a chance to walk back and forth in those areas a few times, I guarantee that those long-haired upright pigs will roll back to the ice field!" Newton said confidently: " Now, I can kill everyone!"

"I think that when the time comes, we should focus on stealth operations." Vincent replied: "After all, there are women and children in the team. You can't let them get involved in your hunting game."

"Who says it's not possible?" Shelley appeared quietly behind Lambert, startling the paladin: "Although hunting those orcs can only be regarded as a boring job, simple and not challenging. , but it’s better than being idle and bored.”

"Oh, I agree with you so much!" Newton clapped his hands and shouted, "I think we should have a drink for this common ground!"

"Just drink from your bar honestly. I won't be an alcoholic like you." While saying this, Shelley's eyes glanced at Vincent. Before Vincent could ask any questions, she pulled Soka and walked upstairs: "I have to take care of our little guy now. You two can discuss it slowly here."

After saying that, she went up to the second floor with a thumping sound. Sokka whistled for her pet tiger to follow, then made a face at the mage.

"I said, how do you know her?" Lambert said: "She has a really weird temper, and she still looks happy even in the morning.

But now... forget it, I won't say it anymore, let me give you the map first. "

"I'm more used to her look like this. Also, thank you for the map." Vincent took a look at it twice and put it back into the space bag: "When will the elves' team arrive?"

"I don't know about this. I'm afraid it will take a few more days. It's relatively faster for you to take the sea route, but now you have to take the land route." Vincent said: "I heard from the Mond knight that you wanted to take a boat to the moon. Port City. Although it can avoid some enemies in the south of Holy Greafury , there is no way out. Now Moon Harbor has no other way to leave that city except by sea."

"Well, since you said so, I will listen to your advice." Vincent drank the red wine in the glass in front of him, ended the sumptuous lunch, and then said: "Then let's get ready to hit the road. Listen. You said you have prepared everything, so what are you waiting for? After all, time waits for no one."

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The mage and his party only stayed in the Red Wind Port of Yim for three days before deciding to set off on the road. The knight Mond bought a sturdy carriage from a local caravan. This will be how they proceed for some time to come. In the eyes of knights who are proficient in riding skills, only those fat and strong horses are the best tools for passing through the tundra. So when the three fat horses appeared in front of everyone, Sokka also exclaimed in admiration.

"Where did you find these guys?" Vincent looked up and down for a long time and made a concluding statement: "Oh, although I know that you holy Greafury people love horses, but the two horses you bought will Lure hungry dwarves into using them as emergency food."

"Oh, this kind of thing will not happen!" Newton loaded the wine barrel to the end of the carriage. He was very dissatisfied with Vincent's frame-up: "I have always liked animals!"

With Mond as the driving leader, they ran steadily and fast all the way. The roads in Yim are very well repaired, and carriage roads extending in all directions connect the villages. It's late autumn now. There are no large tracts of crops in the fields anymore. The farmer, who had just experienced the joy of harvest, sat leisurely on the stone ridge beside the road. While blowing smoke rings, he waved to the carriage.

"I wish you good health!" Newton put his war hammer next to him and held up a large glass full of wine in his hand. He crossed his feet. Enjoying the breeze blowing in their faces and toasting to everyone who greeted them.

Although Vincent had some opinions, Soka still decorated the car very beautifully. She used some simple materials to create exquisite patterns on the carport, which also greatly attracted the attention of passers-by. The mage sometimes stops to look at these patterns, but he can always find some dark elf style mixed in them.

Naturally, Shelley is still Soka's current teacher. She still hasn't told Vincent what happened that night, but instead devoted her enthusiasm to her half-sister. Vincent made up his mind several times to teach Sokka some "more formal" knowledge, but what was on the third scroll was too attractive to him.

Vincent is still deciphering its contents, and his level of magic is improving. Although he still hasn't mastered more advanced magic. However, he had a new experience in using these modern spells. There is a saying that often hangs on the lips of those old mages: "Time, space and magicians constitute the three most basic forces of the world." In the past, Vincent agreed that this statement was too exaggerated, but now it seems that it is not an exaggeration.

With the knowledge on the third scroll, Vincent mastered the method of making the golem. As long as he has enough materials, he can build those legendary powerful mage guards, and his steel fist can destroy all enemies. If coupled with the power of the magic source, those golems can explode into even more amazing power. Can even be given intelligence. Combining the knowledge of the three scrolls, Vincent has basically understood how to use the source of magic. He now finally understands the role of the metal ball at the top of the black crystal tower in Prudence City - it is basically a channel that connects the original power of magic. It is it that provides power for all magic arrays in Prudence City , except for lighting and tracking arrays. In addition, those attack and defense systems can only work under its maintenance.

"Theoretically, it can continue to increase its energy and cover a larger area." Vincent said to himself, while Sokka and Shelley were already used to this situation. The mage said: "In this way, magic items within this range can work more cheaply."

Upon hearing this, Shelley will educate the little angel like this: "Did you hear that? Brother Vincent is also a person who cares about everything. He must have a clear understanding of what he gets and what he pays. Getting something for nothing is wrong, but there are also things in the world. There is no free job. Don't be too eager like the other guys. Especially the Paladins, they are all too stupid. Sokka, you have to be a smart kid!"

The little angel nodded and naturally kept these words in his mind. When her parents came back to pick up Angel, they didn't know what this little guy would become...

　　The continuous peaks of the Five Realms Mountains were to their right, and between it and the sea to the west was an endless plain. This is where the people of Imde live. Although it does not have the suitable climate for planting and production like Fenton, the people here are very satisfied with the harvest every year. After all, in addition to earning income from crops, they can also get a lot of pocket money from small workshops. This season is the time when large trucks transporting raw materials from various places are arriving in an endless stream. They transported clay, reeds, silk threads and furs here, waited until the long winter passed, and then returned here to transport pottery, seats, cloth or ready-made clothes to places outside Im, and exchanged them for shiny gold and silver coins.

Dotted taverns will be the final destination of these gold and silver coins. Although people here often talk about money, they are not stingy about spending. "It doesn't cost anything, it's just some metal. It also takes up a lot of space." There are not a few people in Imu who think this way.

However, among the things they buy, gadgets with some magical effects are always particularly popular.

The Mage Association prohibits ordinary mages from selling magic items to outsiders, but the supervision is not very strict. Plus some gnome craftsmen bring their novelties here, so you can buy just about anything here.

Along the way, Vincent was also doing the same activities that Yim people keep repeating - selling and buying. He exchanged some of his small gems for some strange materials. Different metals, stones and even wood chips were transported to the back of the carriage for him to do all kinds of inexplicable experiments. As the road goes further and further, the weight of the carriage becomes heavier and heavier. The horse that was originally used as a replacement had to join in the work of pulling the cart all day long. The axles were reinforced again and again. And those fat horses also obviously lost weight.

"Vincent, what on earth are you doing?" Newton poked his head into the car from the driver's seat more than once, but could only see the back of the mage busy in the corner. He asked curiously: "Can it help me brew delicious ale?"

"I'm afraid it doesn't have that function." Vincent would always answer him: "But it can help you get a lot of wine barrels. It will save you from drinking the entire inventory in a while."

"Haha, that's the best, that's the best!" Newton laughed and said, "Let's toast to your early completion!"

Shelley was very interested in Vincent's work. As she was well-informed in the Dark Elf City, she naturally knew that the mage was making a constructed creature . Although in her imagination, such work should be done in a beautiful publishing magic laboratory, but being able to do it in a carriage, doesn't it show Vincent's ability even more?

So, under her infection. Sokka also began to take a keen interest in Vincent's brother's work. Her current "leisure exercise" is to hold the candy that Shelley bought her and look at the mage's hands quietly while imagining the birth of magical creatures in her mind.

When they arrived at the border of Yim, Vincent asked the Mond knight to stop the carriage. He left the carriage holding a round metal ball and announced happily: "Now, my first structure is finally completed! Although it is still very rough, it should be able to complete the task I gave it."

The group watched Vincent place the ball on the ground, imagining what kind of activities it could do. Vincent recited a spell to the metal ball in front of everyone. Under the agitation of his magic power, the thing kept shaking. There was a clicking sound, and a little khaki smoke came out from time to time.

"Okay." Vincent said: "Now it has been started and started to work." The mage smiled and said to everyone: "It seems that my work these days has not been in vain, right?"

But the ball still didn't move, lying quietly on the ground. Mond and Newton didn't know much about magical things. Although they thought they didn't understand that things were no different from trash, they couldn't bear to say anything. Shelley frowned. She didn't believe that Vincent's brain could create a metal ball that couldn't do anything, but she couldn't see the purpose of the thing in front of her. But Sokka stepped forward curiously, knelt down and asked, "Brother Vincent, what is this thing for?" Then she stretched out her little hand, ready to poke the strange-shaped thing.

The metal ball flipped backwards, avoiding Sokka's touch. The little angel said "Hey" and chased after him again. But this time, she still couldn't touch the ball.

Ignoring the metal balls flying all over the sky and the relentless "hunting" of the little angels, Vincent smiled and explained to everyone: "This is the part that ensures the flexibility of the construct. Of course, I still have more work to do." "