This skeleton doesn't look like an advanced magic creature at all, not even a skeleton soldier. The whole skeleton is not large, and it can be seen that the person before death was not a very tall one. There are mottled marks scattered on the bones, and on some bones, such as the very important skull, there are also several very noticeable cracks. As for the ribs, when counted, there are less than twenty, perhaps it has been used as the life-saving food by some wild dog. The only thing different is that there are two slender skeletons on the back which seem to be wings or something.
Is this the creature created by the source of the gods? Rorge's jaw is almost dropping. How could this skeleton have anything to do with the gods in the celestial realm? Could it be that the gods enjoying unlimited glory in the heaven are essentially no different from evil?
Rorge's mental power slowly spreads over and gradually merges with the skeleton, beginning to try to control and examine the skills of this perhaps new species of magic creature. Everything goes smoothly. This skeleton doesn't seem to have any special abilities, except that its strength is a bit greater than that of an average skeleton. A wave of fatigue hits, and Rorge knows that his mana has been used up. "Well, anyway, you can also be regarded as my pet. From now on, your name will be Fengyue." Not wanting to go deep into how much the skeleton has to do with Fengyue, Rorge sends the skeleton back to the other plane. At the moment when the skeleton disappears, Rorge seems to feel a hint of depression coming from it, dissatisfaction with this name. Just kidding, is the skeleton also depressed? "I must be too tired."
Early the next morning, after three consecutive pet summons and using up all his mana, Rorge finally accepts the fact that his pet is a skeleton. The routine meditation replenishes the mana, and it's almost dusk. "It's time to have a drink."
The "Oak Forest" bar is quite old and of a considerable size. It is only three blocks away from the Magic Academy in the north and is also one of the places where the mercenary guild tasks are released. Therefore, magic apprentices and mercenaries gather here, and naturally there are also hot girls and girls who want to catch a rich husband.
"Oh, isn't that Rorge? Haven't seen you for a long time. I heard that you've changed your ways in the past six months. Are you really planning to be a great mage?" Rorge looked up and saw that it was Et, a former mischievous friend who used to fight and chase girls together. Et was a big and burly man, three years older than Rorge. His father was the cavalry captain of the city defense army and could be regarded as a mid-level knight. He had been training Et to be a knight since childhood, but for some reason sent his son to the Magic Academy. However, Et still had some talent. He entered the academy one year later than Rorge but became a third-level mage half a year earlier and was currently striving to be a fourth-level mage.
Rorge walked over and sat down next to Et, picked up a wine glass without a word and drank. After a long while, he heaved a long sigh. There were also three people at the same table who could clearly be seen as dandies, wearing the slender swords commonly used by nobles. Two dancing girls were laughing and playing with everyone. Et put his arm around Rorge's shoulder. "I say, brother, these days have been really boring without you. Others don't have as many tricks as you. What, are you feeling annoyed? Is it that you couldn't get a certain girl? Haha. Leave it to me, big brother. Come on, have a drink first! Bartender, bring two more bottles of your tequila!!"
The atmosphere in the bar gradually reached its peak, and from time to time there were one or two screams from women and the boisterous laughter of several loud voices. "Come on, brother Rorge, let me introduce, intro..., introduce. This is Rence Blom, the second son of Count Blom; this is Kate, and his father is my father's superior. This is Franco, the nephew of Marquis Floren." Et introduced Rorge with a thick tongue.
"I say, that girl over there is not bad, but it seems not that easy to deal with." Rence stared at a corner of the bar. Everyone hurriedly looked in the direction of his gaze. At a table in the corner sat four men and two women, seemingly like mercenaries, one of them dressed as a mage. One girl was about eighteen or nineteen years old, dressed provocatively, wearing a dark short armor, exposing her snow-white legs, with a leather strap on her leg with three throwing knives inserted. The breastplate couldn't be clearly seen in the dim light of the bar, but there was no doubt that it was exquisitely made and nicely highlighted the girl's curves. The neckline of the armor was very low, and a deep cleavage almost made Rence's eyes fall into it. The two-handed greatsword beside her made several people slightly sober up a bit. After all, the weight of such a greatsword indirectly indicated the girl's strength. The female warrior's face was stunningly beautiful, with light brown wavy long hair casually spread around.
A dainty noble little girl, seemingly only fifteen or sixteen years old, was sitting beside the female warrior. The long dress she wore had few redundant adornments except for the exquisite workmanship and precious materials. The only remarkable decoration on the girl was a pair of sapphire earrings.
The impolite stares from several people were noticed right away. The female warrior glared back, and Rence whistled hastily. The female warrior had a frosty face and reached for the hilt of her sword, but was held back by the mage. "Don't cause trouble here, Qiwei".
Just then, the bar suddenly became quiet for a moment, and everyone looked towards the entrance of the bar. The first thing that captured everyone's hearts was the flowing blonde hair, like the most dazzling sun, making everyone lose their minds for a moment. Under that blonde hair was a face as handsome as that of the Sun God, always engraved with a composed smile. He was only dressed in a golden chain mail breastplate made of gold and decorated with complex patterns in magical silver. In the center of the breastplate was a golden lion's head, decorated with a cross and a tulip.
"Ophirok! The Golden Lion of the Rhine Alliance. Why is he here?" Low murmurs rose and fell one after another. Ophirok was the only son of the lord of the largest Bavaria Duchy in the Rhine Alliance. He had been sent to the Brightness Divine Hall of the Holy Church for guidance since childhood and just returned to the Rhine Alliance half a year ago. Ophirok was one of the youngest three senior temple knights in the Church, and at the same time showed outstanding military talent very early on. Coupled with his natural handsomeness and prominent family background, his limelight even overshadowed several princes of the Rhine Alliance.
Beside Ophirok was a woman like an iceberg, only slightly shorter than the tall Golden Lion by half a head. There was not a slightest hint of expression on the stunning face. The woman was dressed in a rare black mage's robe, and as she walked, it seemed that there were constantly black flames rising and swaying, but her figure was rather hysterical. Behind the woman were two bodyguards, and the slowly spreading murderous aura that seemed tangible showed that the two had already walked through countless times between life and death.
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Ophirok and his group walked straight up the stairs. After a long while, the bar returned to its usual commotion. In Rogue's heart, he was restless. Somehow, on Ophirok's dazzling face, he seemed to always see a pair of silver eyes.
"Bang!" A large tankard exploded beside Rogue, and the ale within spilled all over the unprepared Rogue. But Rence was even in a worse state, as the landing spot of the tankard was precisely on his forehead. Rogue turned around and saw the fierce female warrior approaching with a greatsword in hand, with four male mercenaries following behind in a combat stance.
Originally, after everyone had drunk too much alcohol, Rence's lust flared up again, and he kept staring at the female warrior with squinted eyes. When the female warrior looked back again, he still painstakingly pulled his hand out of the dancer's clothes and jerkedily stuck out his middle finger at her. Then the tankard in the female warrior's hand burst open on Rence's forehead.
In the past, fighting in bars over women was a common occurrence for people like Rogue, but these few mercenaries who seemed to have experienced countless battles were not something they could handle. It's just that as nobles, they usually bullied others too often and couldn't lose face and run away no matter what. Rogue actually wanted to run away, but on second thought, although these drinking and meat friends were not from any great families, they all had quite a bit of wealth and background. Taking a beating together would also help enhance the combat friendship.
Ett was the eldest and had quite a bit of combat experience. He immediately jumped up and began to chant a spell, but he had drunk too much, and the incantation of an acid arrow was strangely mumbled, and nothing came out after a long time. By this time, the other side had already been in a scuffle with Rence and the other three, and quickly beat them black and blue. The female warrior was particularly ruthless in her attacks, and a crotch-kicking leg aimed straight at Rence. Rence, seeing that the situation was not good, quickly turned around and took the kick on his buttocks and flew out of the fighting circle. Ett shouted loudly and snatched a long sword from the person beside him, temporarily transforming into a knight and rushing into the fray.
The few mercenaries obviously showed some mercy because their opponents were nobles. Rogue's mind was still relatively clear, and he quickly cast a magic missile. Two light balls flew in an arc towards a male warrior. The warrior casually swung his sword to block, and Rogue activated his mental power. The light balls suddenly paused in the air, and the warrior immediately blocked nothing. Then the two light balls circled around again and exploded on the warrior's face. Although the magic missile was the most elementary magic with limited power, it seemed that the thickness of the warrior's face was far less sturdy than the chain mail on his body. So the warrior, covered in blood and dirt, staggered and fell down.
When another warrior saw this, he immediately activated the sword skill "Charge". The whole person was like sliding on the ice, rushing over extremely rapidly. Rogue was greatly startled and had no time to cast a magic. He gritted his teeth and activated his mental power again, this time aiming at the warrior's feet. The rapidly charging warrior was suddenly tripped, and his head lunged towards Rogue. Rogue picked up a table and held it in front of him. With a thud, the warrior's head crashed through the tabletop. Just when the warrior was still dizzy, Rogue, who was experienced in many battles (or brawls), grabbed the opponent's helmet and gave a knee strike. With a crack, the warrior's nasal bone was broken. By this time, Rogue, whose body had been modified, already had extraordinary strength.
After dealing with the two warriors, Ett and the others could already hold on with three against two. Kate, known for his defense, made a slash at the female warrior's chest with his sword, successfully attracting her attention and taking on most of the attacks. Ett and Franco were already attacking and defending against the other warrior. At this moment, Rence, who had secretly hidden under a table at some point, suddenly thrust out a sword and injured the leg of that warrior, then swung around and slashed at the female warrior. The female warrior was caught off guard and turned sideways, blocking this slash with the dagger on her leg.
The mercenary mage had not participated in the fight all along, but unexpectedly, within a moment, the battle situation took a sharp turn for the worse. Great rage appeared on his face, and he drew a symbol with his finger. A pre-prepared blue transparent protective magic "Magic Absorption" covered his entire body. This fourth-level magic could absorb at least the magic energy of level 10 and was one of the most commonly used protective magics for mages. But Rogue, who already had a very unconventional understanding of magic, didn't think much of it, "Damn, is it really necessary to use a shield against just a few magic apprentices?"
The mercenary mage was preparing a fire-based attack magic. He chanted the incantation quickly and drew complex symbols with his hands. Rogue remembered that "Magic Absorption" couldn't protect against physical attacks, so he picked up a glass of wine and threw it at the mage. The mage had no time to dodge and was drenched. Then several plates of food, a chair, and even a table flew over. In addition to being in a sorry state, the mage's spell was finally interrupted. Before he had time to be angry, a figure pounced on him. It was Rogue. Everyone knew that keeping a certain distance from the mage was very dangerous, so a rare hand-to-hand combat between mages began. Relying on being young and strong, skilled, and having a body modified like a monster, Rogue quickly gained the upper hand.
The enraged female warrior started to continuously employ sword skills. The warrior who had his thigh injured was still not an easy target to deal with. Ett and the others were struggling intensely, and the rigorous training that Ett and Kate had received came into effect. At this moment, a soft and slippery thing flew over silently and smacked onto the female warrior's chest with a snap. The female warrior let out a shriek and discovered that it was a fried egg, obviously bitten. It was actually thrown by Rogue before going to grapple with the mage, yet unexpectedly, it achieved an unexpected result. Just as the female warrior was startled and backed away, Ett and the four of them launched a desperate assault on the injured warrior, fully exerting the momentum of fighting like rogues and scoundrels. The warrior soon received two more sword strokes.
At this time, the sound of horse hooves rang out from outside the long street. "The city guards are coming. If my old man finds out, it'll be a big disaster!" Kate shouted strangely, and both sides ceased. Rogue stood up from the mage, snatched his staff by the way, and ran back. The mercenary side knew that currently only the female warrior had complete combat ability, and it would be difficult to gain an advantage if they continued to fight. Resentfully, they hastily departed. Rogue and the others also didn't want to deal with the city guards in this situation and hurriedly ran away as well.
At this moment, in a room on the fourth floor of the tavern, Ophirok watched the backs of Rogue and others running away with great interest.
"That mage is very interesting." The Golden Lion muttered to himself.
"Elisiss, don't you think he's, how to put it, somewhat similar to you?"
"That fat man is the disgrace of all nobles and mages." The ice-like woman made a conclusion about Rogue.
"Hehe, well. Richard, go check up on this fat man." One of the guards beside Ophirok bowed and then slowly faded into the darkness.