Riding on the summer breeze, the Shell floated happily downstream. The old sailor Van Dijk was standing behind the round rudder, smoking and happily watching Sokka running around. Being able to experience the joy of sailing again makes the old people seem as young as they are.

The mood of going down the river this time was obviously different from the last time he went to the Mage Association. Vincent had abandoned that tension and uneasiness. He was now a mage, instead of just hearing about the bad reputation of those who could cast spells in his mother's stories.

Sometimes Vincent couldn't help but wonder why mages have not been correctly recognized by ordinary people until now. As a group that can perform miracles, mages are not much different from priests and druids. In fact, the power mastered by mages can more effectively improve the lives of ordinary people. Druids are the best at healing. They are servants of nature. They live in the fields with animals and plants. Their kindness to life makes them the best healers . The only drawback is that most druids live in primitive forests or The towering mountains make it difficult for ordinary people to see them; priests carry out God's will, and they have their own strict doctrines and norms. Most priests have the ability to heal others, but there are also a large number of priests who are more... Masters in inflicting damage, such as Death Priest Joe encountered in the Underworld, are one such example. As pastors, it should be said that what they are most proficient in is influencing other people's thoughts, and ultimately affecting their beliefs.

The abilities of mages tend to be more diversified. Judging from their spells, many things are closer to daily life. After all, these spells were invented to create convenience and were not "given" by others. However, in order to protect themselves, mages have always maintained a "sense of mystery" in their daily lives, making this external feeling their best protective umbrella. Ordinary people who were already suspicious of the mage found it even more difficult to truly understand the mage, leading to various misunderstandings. When the mages were finally respected by the people of the whole world, they had long been far away from the ordinary people's life circle.

Vincent couldn't help but think of his own ability. Although this powerful power to transform all things is not easy to practice, multiple mages can achieve the same effect by working together. If used in the right place, it can bring great convenience. But there are really only a few mages like him who often leave the tower and walk outside. The vast majority of people spend their lives in towering buildings accompanied by candlelight and parchments, immersed in the world of arcane magic , and work hard to think. Add your own title before the name of the newly invented spell.

In fact, ordinary people can't tell the difference between the arcane magic of the mage and the divine magic of the priest. They are just some gorgeous lights, shadows and sounds. After chanting the spell and using some materials, magical things will happen. But in the world of Blasares , when they hear that a priest is using magic, the common people will gather around and watch curiously; and when they learn that it is a mage casting a spell, even if it only emits a little light on his finger, the residents Or maybe run as far as you can like escaping the plague.

If this misunderstanding disappears one day, Vincent can feel the brand-new ship rail at any time and admire the powerful power of arcana freely as he does now. As long as he doesn't say that he is a mage, Uncle Van Dijk will not be afraid, he will only look at the boat with joy.

" Brother Vincent, what are you thinking about?" Sokka ran over and tugged on his robe: "Now I want to fly for a while, okay? Sister Shelley doesn't let me fly around, saying that bad people may see me. There is no one around now. , I want to go and play with the birds above my head.”

Vincent touched the little angel's head and looked up at the sky. On the blue sky, there were only a few huge eagles circling in a circle. By spreading their wings and taking advantage of the high-altitude airflow, they do not need to flap their wings at all and float directly among the clouds.

Since he was worried that those giant eagles would bring danger to Sokar, Vincent gathered his discerning eyes and observed them carefully to see what kind of birds they were. But I found a strange place. There is a green pattern between the sharp feet of these eagles. It is not something that will grow naturally, but more like a symbol. The first possibility that the mage thought of was the ability of druids to transform into various animals.

"Soka, we can't let you fly today, let's talk about it later. Now you let Shelley take you into the warehouse and have a good rest." Vincent said apologetically to the angel: "I still have to talk to the uncle who drives the ship. Issues."

Although he was a little unhappy, Sokka was still obedient. This may be one of the characteristics of celestial creatures. If that was a demon descendant, I'm afraid that no matter what you ask her to do, she will definitely do the opposite.

Van Dijk looked at Vincent who was walking over: "Young man, what are you doing here? You should go to the cabin to accompany that beautiful girl. My old man doesn't need help driving the boat."

"I'm not here to help you. I have no experience in actually sailing a boat." Vincent stood upwind of Van Dijk, avoiding the smoke puffs exhaled by the old sailor: "I just wanted to ask when did there start to be smoke around here? Do druids exist?”

"Druids?" The old sailor frowned: "What's wrong? Are the druids trying to trouble you? Those people are very difficult to deal with."

"Trouble? That's not a big deal." Vincent smiled: "I'm just a little surprised. They didn't exist here when I was a child, but in recent days I've found signs of Druid activities. How could they come here? ?”

"It's not the cockfighting contest!" Van Dijk blew out a big puff of smoke, then took the pipe into his hand and said to Vincent: "Tell me, we are just fighting a cockfight, and those druids said this kind of behavior It goes against nature and is evil. They also came to cause trouble at last year's conference. Fortunately, the lord's army was nearby and did not cause too much chaos. I think they will come again this year." Then, he spoke in a low voice, As if afraid of being overheard: "Fenton's army has already gathered. If they dare to come, they will be surrounded and suppressed."

"So that's it." Vincent said: "Uncle Van Dijk, how about you teach me how to drive a boat. I only know about it from some books, but I have never actually driven it."

"Haha, Vincent, you really don't want to accompany girls? This is a huge loss. Well, in order to make up for your loss, I will give you all the unique skills of sailing. However, you can learn as much as you want. It’s up to you.”

After saying that, the old sailor handed the round rudder to Vincent and began to talk endlessly about his many years of experience.

The eagles in the sky were still circling, and their eyes were always looking at the figures on the boat and the movements of the mage.

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At night, because he could no longer see the river clearly, Van Dijk docked the boat on the shore. He had already hung a small fishing net on the stern of the boat, and in just a short time, the delicious specialties from the Fonduo River were in the group's cauldron.

"Come on, come on, try my cooking. This is fish cooked by an old chef, and most people can't eat it." Van Dijk greeted Shelley and said, "Little girl, you have to eat more. You look like that. He is pale, so he must have poor nutrition. Vincent is good in other aspects, but he is not very good at taking care of others. You must be more understanding about this."

Shelley looked at Van Dijk and didn't understand why he said that. Vincent just repaired a boat for Van Dijk and used it to replace the cost of the trip. The two of them definitely didn't owe each other. Why did the old sailor keep saying good things to Vincent? Are there still some old accounts that have not been settled? Her face is pale just because the female drow is still unable to adapt to the sunlight on the ground. She has to cover her eyes when riding for a while, and she has to hide in the cabin even during the day. Although I can persist for longer and longer, it will still take some time before I can move normally.

Sokka was holding unknown berries beside him and stuffing them into his mouth. Although she could eat a lot of good food in heaven, she had never experienced eating as much as she could here. Van Dijk saw that the little guy just kept eating fruit , and he quickly called her and said, "Little girl, come and try the fish soup I made. I guarantee that you will scream that it is delicious."

"Will the fish taste delicious ?" Sokka ran over and asked. She stayed with Shelley the whole day. Shelley rarely spoke actively except to Vincent, which frustrated the lively Soka.

"Of course. You'll know after you try it." Van Dijk smiled and said, "Little girl, where are you from?"

"Ah! By the way, what's the name of my home?" Soka tilted his head and thought for a moment, then suddenly realized: "By the way, it's called Sweet Sugar Mountain."

Hearing this, Vincent almost lost his balance and broke the bowl in his hand. Heaven Mountain has turned into Sugar Mountain, and I'm afraid the god named Greafury won't be able to bear it either.

The eagle in the sky began to descend under the cover of night, and could not escape the eyes of the mage. He put down what he was holding, waved his hand gently, and the mighty staff came into his hand.

"You guys eat first, I'll go out and take a look." Vincent said, "There are some uninvited guests."

Under the moonlight, three eagles landed on the shore. Their bodies quickly grew in size, their feathers slowly retracted into their bodies, and their muscles swelled. In less than a moment, they had transformed into human shapes. They looked at the boat docked on the river bank. And the mage is standing on the side of the ship now.

"Hello, friend." A druid greeted Vincent: "We are natural allies, the Druid Order from the Sharptooth Forest."

Vincent looked at the three people in front of him. They were all covered in clothes woven from plant fibers and decorated with feathers from various birds. Under the moonlight, the druids' cheeks were painted with fluorescent colors, and around their necks they all wore necklaces made of beast teeth. These people walked barefoot on the rocky ground, but they seemed to be strolling on soft green grass. But what reassured Vincent was that the three druids did not carry weapons.

"Then come up, friend." A force wall technique was laid between the boat and the river bank. Vincent deliberately made it glow slightly so that everyone could clearly see it. "As long as you mean no harm, I will welcome you."

The three people looked surprised and tentatively walked onto the passage emitting white light. Their steps were light and fast, and they jumped onto the ship's deck in a few seconds.

"My name is Ida Hawkhead, and these are my brothers, Ida Hawkwing and Ida Hawktalon. We come from Sharptooth Forest. Young Spellcaster, it's an honor to welcome you to Fenton's territory." After saying that, the three of them put their right hands on their left chests and nodded to Vincent.

"My name is Vincent, Druid friends." Vincent returned the gift to them and said with a smile: "As a resident of Fenton, although I have not been back for many years, the honor of welcoming you should belong to me. .Excuse me, what can I do for you?”

"Are you a mage?" The younger Eagle Claw interjected: "I have never seen any druid or priest able to cast such magic."

"Yes, my friend, I am a mage. That's why I haven't come back for many years." He looked at the face of the eagle's claw carefully: "The person who looked at me on the mountain at that time must be you."

"It's me!" Ida Eagle Claw said. After Buhidao confirmed Vincent's identity as a mage, his expression became a little unnatural. For druids, mages were the "pioneers" who destroyed nature back then.

"If you are a mage, then we..." Eagle Claw took a step back, his body arched , his eyes fixed on Vincent, as if a cheetah aiming for his prey.

"If I were you, I wouldn't act rashly." Vincent, still smiling, pointed to the corner behind him: "My friend is aiming his crossbow at you. Believe me, there should be poison on it that can kill you immediately."

Following the direction pointed by the mage, the three druids discovered Shelley hiding in the shadows, a crossbow aimed at the heart of the eagle's claw. The three of them were all surprised. They did not expect that there would be a character who was so proficient in stealth. None of them noticed the woman's actions.

"I apologize for my brother's behavior." Ida Eagle Head said: "He was only targeting your identity as a mage, not you personally."

"Maybe." Vincent sneered at this statement: "But if I am injured, it will not be my mage identity but me who bleeds. Druids, what are you doing here?"

"Dragon." Ida Eagle Wing said crisply.

"When did Fenton have traces of dragons?" Vincent felt a little strange: "Since the War of Gods, dragons have stayed away from this country that was destroyed by the undead."

"There is indeed a dragon that has returned to Fenton. It once transformed into a great lord here and lived among humans for a long time. Recently we found its traces and tracked it here, hoping to take back the belongings from him. The things of our druids belong to nature." Eagle Head said, "But powerful dragons are not something we can face alone, and those knights with the so-called dragon-slaying titles can only fight against those Dragon Charge, actually does nothing. I believe that as a mage, you should have better experience."

"You really asked the right person. I really know a lot about things like dragons." Vincent laughed twice and then said, "The best way to deal with things like dragons is not to deal with them."

After saying that, the mage nodded to the three druids: "I can't help you, the dragon is still beyond my ability. You should find other people." Vincent made a gesture to the outside of the ship, expressing It means seeing off guests.

"No, I misunderstood the mage. We druids will not let you face that giant dragon. Such danger is a test that we should accept. I just want to ask you about the knowledge about dragons. I remember that the Arcanists tamed this sky overlord a long time ago, so I thought the Mages could help."

Vincent thought about it for a moment. The relationship between druids and mages was relatively distant, but there had never been any major friction. It would be more accurate to say that the life worlds of the two have little intersection.

"If you are just looking for answers to some questions, I will welcome druid friends to visit at any time." Vincent pointed to the nail plate: "There are many places here. I hope you don't mind."

There was an angry expression on Eagle Claw's face, but his eldest brother Eagle Head still kept smiling and expressed his gratitude to the mage.

Vincent and Shelley returned to the cabin. They still had a sumptuous fish feast to taste. Van Dijk and Sokka were already impatient to wait.

"Vincent, who are they?" Shelley said: "If it is dangerous, I will go and deal with them without leaving any trace."

"No, they're fine." Vincent said, "If there was a problem, I wouldn't let them stay here. Thank you, Shelley, for going out to protect me."

"Hmph!" The female drow shook her crossbow: "Whenever I really have to help you block the enemy, please thank me again."

The three people sitting on the deck looked at each other. They waited until Sokka's cry of a fish bone stuck in his throat appeared in the cabin before they spoke.

"Brother, I always feel that mages can't be trusted. They always look a little strange. But I can't explain..." Eagle Claw said.

"Eyes, arms," Hawkwing added.

Yingshou nodded and looked at his brother: "You are still too impulsive now, so what if he is a mage? Although I also smell unnatural power from him, he is our best protection from that guy after all. He touched his chest and felt relieved when he felt the hard object inside: "In just a few days, we can leave safely."