Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 549 The Bound Mage

Nicole Roderick's room looked very spacious under the expansion of a simple space spell.There are not many things inside, and there is a large bag in the corner of the door, which contains his salute.

He is also a Solkonan who has only recently returned.

Cyril sat a little cautiously on the plain hard wooden stool in Roderick's room, with a thick stack of papers on the table beside him.Cyril probed to see that the top sheet of paper was filled with content related to spells, but on the exposed corner of the bottom sheet, there were obviously different handwritings - the handwriting should be more beautiful, and a few rough words could be read. Come, but it is the names of several ministers.

"Okay, Adrian, what are you looking for me for?" Nicole Roderick finally found a set of cups from the cabinet at this time, and with a wave of his hand, hot water had been poured into the cup, and it floated into the cup. In front of Cyril.

Cyril quickly looked away.

"I want to ask for a list from you..." As soon as he finished speaking, he found that Roderick was visibly nervous, and under Cyril's meticulous observation ability, he was keenly aware of the latter's hand holding the staff. They were all clenched, and the expression on the face of organizing the language and wanting to help this junior with a promising future in the kingdom also froze.

But this nervousness only lasted for a short moment, as if it had never happened at all. Roderick looked at Cyril with his eyes straight, and responded in the usual tone: "List, oh, list, what list? Yes Does Your Highness want you to come?"

"Ah, no." Cyril replied with the names written in the beautiful handwriting in his mind, "I don't think anyone can know the mage of Salkonan better than you..."

He immediately felt the strong eyes staring at him withdraw, and Roderick smiled heartily: "Indeed, you are right..."

"So I want to know through you what outstanding mages there are in the field in Solkonan—you don't know how miserable we are in the northern border without mages." Cyril began to snap his fingers, "Battle in battle At that time, there was a lack of mage regiments to give large-scale destruction, and the wounded soldiers lacked healing mages to treat them. If there were enough mages, our life would be much easier."

"Oh, oh, you want a list of Solkonan's wild mages, I have it, of course I have, there are still a lot of mages who don't belong to the mage tower, at least in Salkonan—" Rodri Ke seemed relieved, and hurriedly said, "But Siliki is planning to form a mage group? This is a gold-swallowing monster. A mage is not like a soldier. You just need to train your troops every day. You have to invest a lot of money in them." ..."

As he said, he had already walked to the table next to Cyril and sat down, picked up a pen, and scribbled a few names on the paper: "Many mages should have left Solconan recently, I can Let me tell you a few names first, and you can contact them yourself."

"Thank you."

Responding with his mouth, Cyril's heart is already full of the contents of that piece of paper at this time——

He remembered those few ministers. In terms of status, although their official positions were not too high, not to the point of being able to command finance and military affairs, they occupied a very important position in this field. Siben Gasker is responsible for the mounts of the cavalry of the legion directly under the kingdom, including general cavalry mount training and rare blood horse training; domesticating non-horse giant beasts such as griffins and earth dragons as mounts, and Promote it...

Several names with such a status appeared, combined with Roderick's sudden mention of His Highness, coupled with such a sensitive time, Cyril had a vague guess in his heart.

As he was thinking, Roderick had already handed over the paper with the mage's name on it:

"These few should be resident in Solkonan, but they all live a comfortable life. Whether they are willing to go with you is another matter."

Cyril looked down, but the first name he saw was the owner of the library he had seen, Su Geer Winkler, currently a mage of the atmosphere department of the fifth ring, who could break through to the professional level within three years.

After a few names, all the mages I met that day at the library tea party are listed, and the rest of the names are mostly well-known NPCs in Wangdu City, and most of them carry some side quests, which can give players generous rewards.

Cyril is very satisfied with his memory, he can even remember some of the side missions, which is related to whether he can successfully recruit these mages.

"Thank you." He put the list in his arms, raised his head, and saw Roderick's eyes that seemed to have some expectations——

Is this waiting for me to actively discuss with him?That list from His Highness on the table?

Cyril was guessing in his heart, but unfortunately he hadn't been to His Highness's place yet, this matter was really beyond words, even if Roderick had already thrown a hook to hang him, he couldn't bite it.

"Anything else?" Roderick asked tentatively.

"Oh, yes, there is one more thing." Cyril stood up, frowning slightly, "Mr. Roderick, I want to know, is the breakthrough of a mage's strength—from the sixth ring to the seventh ring, from professional to extraordinary? how is it like."

"The promotion of a mage?" Roderick was stunned for a moment, "From professional to extraordinary... I know that you have already broken through to professional level. It is a very remarkable thing to complete the breakthrough at this age, even for Christine. Behind you, but knowing these things..."

His words were directly interrupted by Cyril:
"Extraordinary incarnation."

The boy stood up as he spoke, and lightly pressed his hand on the sword hilt at his waist—the window of the room was suddenly blown open by the wind, and the wind rushing into the room whizzed towards Roderick.The latter stood up subconsciously, erected his staff, and the faint fluctuation of magic power was about to take shape, but the wind that was still noisy just now suddenly stopped.

Then a cyan, tall weathered knight slowly appeared in front of him.

"This!" Roderick couldn't help but marvel. He reached out and touched the wind knight standing still in front of him. He hesitated before touching the weathered armor. When his fingertips touched it, it felt exactly like the real thing. Let him immediately turn his admiring eyes to Cyril:
"The carrier of the extraordinary incarnation is perfect."

"Thank you for the compliment." Cyril bowed slightly to him, "It's just luck, when I broke through to the professional level, I happened to be caught in this path."

"Then your luck is really good." Roderick sat back again, he cleared his throat immediately, and pondered, "You are indeed qualified to understand these related contents... Well, the incarnation of the extraordinary, you must break through to the extraordinary, mage You also need to have an extraordinary avatar."

"Such as the earth element?" Cyril thought of the earth element giant summoned by Lewis Zimmerman.

"This is a kind, but in fact, the extraordinary avatar of a mage is often not so fancy." Roderick shook his head, "And unlike other professions, they will treat the extraordinary avatar as a separate individual—"

"Huh?" Cyril couldn't understand.

And Roderick stretched out his hand to stroke his dwindling hair, waved his hand and said: "The battle of a mage requires more direct manipulation and use of magic power than other professions. It can even be said that without magic power, a mage will be Nothing."

"The element pool determines how big a mage's 'capacity' is and how long the 'battery' lasts. But limited by human physique, even if it is expanded with other biological materials, the size of the element pool is still limited."

"And you also know that the extraordinary avatar is an additional means of storing magic power. Other professions are used to using the extraordinary avatar as an individual fighting alone, while the mage regards the extraordinary avatar as a source of magic power."

Cyril's eyes lit up all of a sudden, and he understood Roderick's meaning: "The source of magic power... I understand that mages don't even need to conceive new ideas, they only need to accumulate magic power and reach the standard, and they can break through the extraordinary ?”

"That's almost what it means..." Roderick smiled wryly, "But a mage who has achieved a breakthrough in this way is very likely to encounter a problem."

"Ok?"

"It's hard for me to explain to you that a mage is a very complicated and not free profession - when you break through to the sixth ring, there will naturally be a lot of things that have been formed and fixed in your mind, no matter you It doesn't matter which element you specialize in." Roderick leaned back, "Some people call it a 'professional-level gift'."

"A professional gift." Cyril repeated.

"These formed and fixed knowledge completely describe how to advance to the next step. In fact, the mage only needs to choose a route from it and continue to practice, and then he can successfully break through to the seventh ring and achieve extraordinary achievements-this is only a matter of time. question."

"But the nature of a mage determines that he must have divergent thinking and creative spirit. If these two qualities are lost, no matter how many rings a mage can break through, he will disappear from everyone."

Roderick's voice became more serious, and he even stood up, and the light cast his shadow on the wall, like the shadow of a huge beast.

"And once you choose that knowledge, it's okay at the beginning of the professional level, but the further you go, that knowledge will crazily restrain you, forcing you to go in a single direction, and throw away all those messy thoughts , only focus on its route.”

"They will frantically occupy your consciousness while you are trying to do other research, so that you can't concentrate at all until you compromise, give up your own train of thought, and specialize in these inherent knowledge."

It was obviously a very serious content, but his voice carried a kind of inexplicable horror, which made people tremble, as if he could feel the pain of stepping into narrowness and prison.

"This is simply a prison. You are walking on a single-plank bridge, and there is only one way to go... You should be lucky, you are not a mage."

He sighed softly, like a corpse about to be reduced to ashes.

Cyril swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Originally, he was only curious about the content related to the extraordinary incarnation, but at this moment he was completely immersed in what Roderick said.

"So, Mr. Roderick, are you bound now, or..."

And Roderick stared at him, and said slowly: "I was bound once."

"But now, I am free."

Cyril and him took a deep breath at the same time, and the dull atmosphere was swept away at this moment, and Roderick's voice became lighter:

"In front of me is a vast world. Although there is no road paved by the predecessors for me to walk on, it feels very good to open my own road."

"wizard?"

"Yes, wizard." Roderick smiled.

With a wave of his hand, the cup in Cyril's hand suddenly disappeared, and then suddenly appeared in front of him——

That is the fluctuation of space.

Cyril felt that he had received enough information, and he, who did not know enough about Transcendence, gradually realized that this was not just related to a simple promotion of strength, it may have a very deep relationship with the world itself.

"I think I should go." Cyril stood up and bowed deeply, "Thank you for your teaching and help."

"Are you leaving now?" Roderick seemed a little regretful.

"Yeah... Oh, I forgot to tell you that I just arrived in Solkonan today, and I haven't seen His Highness yet."

He noticed that Roderick relaxed all of a sudden, and he was sure that what Roderick wanted to say had something to do with Anastasia—it is estimated that Roderick himself could not make up his mind, thinking that Cyril was Anastasia Stasia Herman, who had been sent to help him with this matter, had been having a good time.

But this instead shows the importance of this matter - it is difficult for Cyril to imagine how difficult it is to be able to make a wizard undecided.

When he walked out of the room, he ran into the mage apprentices who were going to get out of class.The mages on the spiral staircase were chatting about the content of the class, or hurriedly holding books and rushing to the next classroom.Among them, there are many troublemakers who fired shapeless magic groups at each other, leaving scorched marks on the inner wall of the mage tower.

But just a few seconds after they did this, a mage poked his head out from a side room, shouted their names, and arrested them on the spot.

Cyril walked out of the mage tower all the way, the snow outside had stopped, and the king's legislator academy was completely covered with snow.

He thought for a while, then turned to the academy, a little far away from the mage's tower, an artificially piled up hill.On the top of the mountain, a tree taller than two people was covered with snow, like a big white umbrella.

When he came here a few months ago, the tree was less than a person's height, and it has now doubled in size.

He walked up the slope, walked under the tree, and wiped off the snow on the stone tablet under the tree with his hand, revealing the name on it.

"Carnegie Antonio."

He stood still for a while, his eyes fell on the side of the stele, only to find that there was a small snowman standing there, using a thin carrot as the snowman's nose and branches as arms, guarding the side of the stele majestically, like a snowman A gallant knight.

"The stars are shining on us, Mr. Antonio."

He said, then turned and walked down the hill.

　Captured by a sleeping monster again

　　
　
(End of this chapter)