Chapter 46: The Master and the Apprentice,

Bruno's idea of ​​combining wind storm with arrows mainly comes from the snipers in the previous life.

Based on the principle of capturing the king first, if you can shoot the enemy's commander at the beginning of the war, you can gain a great strategic advantage.

Even if you cannot successfully shoot, it can cause great deterrence to the enemy and boost the morale of the army.

"After all, I only have one person, so I won't go to build the road. Give me more time. I will try to build the framework of the enchanted weapon sooner." Anel said.

"Ah? You won't go to build the road?"

"Of course I won't go! I'm studying enchanting weapons and building roads. I am the only wizard in the entire Idal leader now, so how can I get so much free time!" Anel said with a dark face.

"When you are the only one wizard... By the way, have you sent your letter?"

Bruno suddenly remembered that he had suggested to Anel that he could invite a few of his classmates and friends to Idal to be a guest.

"The letter has been sent for a while, probably... it should have arrived..."

"By the way...where did you learn magic?"

"Imperial capital, St. Lawrence."

...

The cold wind of early spring blows across the vast land, heading south from the northernmost Angrus Province, crosses the blockage of mountains, and passes through the vastness of forests, carrying the coldness from the northern border of the empire. It raids thousands of miles in one day, and finally invades the heart and lungs of the Norman Empire - the city of St. Lawrence.

Through the civilian residential area mixed with the smell of earth and the smell of poverty, and through the noble mansion area that is still lush and luxurious in winter, a huge and solemn building is like a sleeping dragon crawling on the ground, suddenly lying between the palace and the inner city.

The flat marble slabs pave its spacious and bright steps, and the twenty-one bottom-up steps symbolize the twenty-one provinces under the Norman Empire when the building was built.

Ninety-nine light gray marble pillars support the gilded light golden roof. Each stone pillar is a magical stone sculpture artwork, showing the world the glory and prosperity of the empire.

The high-value purple satin decorates the white walls, and the silky satin paints the eagle badges of the Norman royal family. The winged eagle seems to be scanning the crowds who are worshipping at its feet with its sharp eyes.

Three blue carpets paved on the steps contrast with the purple eagle on the wall, and the noble atmosphere filled it silently.

This is the Regent Council of the Norman Empire, a power organization composed of five real dukes and hundreds of nobles of all sizes.

This consulting agency, born during the period of "Sage King" Heller Alexander, finally became a behemoth that can compete with the royal family after hundreds of years of growth.

It is a symbol of power, a business card of wealth, and a product of the game between the nobles of the Norman Empire and the imperial power. Countless nobles once stood in the hall of the Regent's Council, seeking ulterior motives for themselves in touching words...

About four blocks west of the Regent Council, towering mage towers are located on Alfaro Street. You can see the Gothic spire piercing into the sky from a distance.

Each towering mage tower symbolizes a famous mage and symbolizes the inheritance of a certain faction of mages.

Anel's teacher, the great wizard, Gallen Galvin, lives in one of the wizard towers.

He was not just a great wizard, he was also the chief financial officer of the Empire, Duke Lun, one of the five great lords who controlled the Regent's Council, was a special mage consultant in St. Lawrence.

In addition, he is also one of the elders of the Mage Guild, and is the most famous master of the Norman Empire today.

Wright stood by the window at the stairs, looking at the harsh palace and the majestic Regent's Council in the distance.

The vast St. Lawrence is almost impossible to see at a glance. The nobles' mansions and castles are arranged in an orderly manner, and the open streets are crowded.

The luxurious carriage passed among the civilians, and the armoured knights controlled the horses beneath them to guard the stability of the center of power.

Wright was originally just an ordinary person living in the western part of the empire. Even though his parents were from three generations, they were just the most ordinary civilians.

But perhaps God opened his eyes, and after Wright was born, he could actually feel the magic elements in this world.

It is precisely because of this that the local lord reported his existence to the Mage Guild, and Gallen Galvin happened to be the rotating mage who was in charge of the western part of the empire.

Wright naturally entered Glen Galvin's disciple.

However, with mediocre qualifications, he is far from being liked by his senior brothers and sisters. Although he lives in the same mage tower, he often only needs to meet the teacher for three or four months or even half a year.

He also knew very well how much he had. If the Magisters Guild had not mandated that each great wizard would have to recruit at least two apprentices every year, Master Galvin would not have made himself his apprentice.

I remember when I first arrived in St. Lawrence, Wright was shocked by everything about this giant city.

He had beautiful aspirations and a desire to stand out, fantasizing that one day he could also own a wizard tower in the center of this empire, so that his family could achieve class leap.

However...the ideal is full, and the reality is skinny.

There are so many disciples of Master Galwen. Not only are there talented genius disciples, but also noble apprentices with deep backgrounds, so civilian apprentices like him... they can only do odd jobs in the mage tower.

Until now, Master Galvin has only personally guided him three times, and each time he just took things a hasty matter.

So much so that Wright's basic magic was almost taught by himself.

At this moment, two mage apprentices went downstairs one after another, and the male mage in charge said casually: "Wright! I accidentally broke the water cup in the practice room. You can go upstairs and clean it up later!"

"Okay..." Wright whispered.

The male mage is named Reagan, and is a favorite student of Master Galvin. He has the opportunity to receive personal guidance from Master Galvin almost every week. He has learned all basic spells at the age of twenty-four, and has started learning intermediate spells not long ago.

That's right, Wright's daily task is to clean up the spell training rooms located on the fifth and sixth floors of the Mage Tower.

There are many mage apprentices who do the same job in this mage tower. They all come to St. Lawrence with longing, and then succumb to the cruel reality under the polishing of time...

There is no bloody plot of insulting and slapping the face, nor is there a familiar plot of deliberately finding fault, because for those talented mage apprentices in the mage tower, apprentices like Wright are just passing clouds. They have never seen them directly, and they don’t even know the names of these apprentices…

When Wright came to the spell training room on the fifth floor, everyone here had already been exposed.

He calmly took a broom to clean the pieces of cups on the floor of the training room and the water stains all over the floor. Wright took out his staff and began to practice the basic magic he taught himself.

While practicing, other mage apprentices walked in carefully.

They are all mage apprentices who are not favored by Master Galvin on weekdays, so they can only come here to practice quietly while others are enjoying dinner.

"Wright..." an apprentice suddenly shouted.

Wright turned around and turned out to be Watson who lived in the room next to him.

"What's wrong?" Wright asked with a voice down.

"Arnell is coming!" Watson waved an envelope in his hand.

"What did you say?" Wright asked quickly.

Unlike other mage apprentices, although Anel is also ordinary in magical talent, Galvin will not ignore him because of his father Duke Lun.

However, it seemed that Galvin was only good at teaching him because of his father, Duke Lun. Anel, who had always been strong, left the mage tower without saying a word.

It was in this training room that Wright and Anel met in this training room. Anel, who was unwilling to admit defeat, met Wright, who was self-taught magic. There was endless things between the two people with huge differences in status...

Watson looked around, then quietly leaned into Wright's ear and said, "He invited us to Idal!"

"Idar? Where is this?"

"I have never heard of a noble leader in the easternmost part of the empire," Watson replied.

"Just...why go there?" Wright puzzled.

"He said that he met a very powerful wizard there! A great wizard who had never accepted any apprentices before! And... it is said that the great wizard has extremely high attainment in magic!" Watson said excitedly.

"How is this possible?" Wright asked back.

"Every mage needs to be registered with the Norman Empire Mage Guild, unless... is that the great mage from the Kingdom of Basel!?!" At this point, Wright suddenly widened his eyes.

"Shh..." Watson quickly covered Wright's mouth: "You speak in a small voice..."

"Do you think what Anel said is true? Do we want to go?" Watson asked.

"But if that was really a great wizard from the Kingdom of Basel, wouldn't it be appropriate for us to do this?"

"What are you afraid of? Anel is the son of Duke Lun, and even he doesn't care about these things. What are you, the most ordinary civilian wizard, worried about these things?"

“I need to think about it…”

"I also need to contact others, you can tell me. In short, I will never give up on such an opportunity! Instead of sweeping the ground for the rest of my life in this mage tower, it is better to go out and have a chance! Life and death are fate, success and failure are in the sky!" Watson said.

...

Three days later, at midnight.

Dozens of mage apprentices who still have the dream of becoming a great wizard, walked out of different mage towers, walked together and headed east along Alfaro Avenue, leaving the most magnificent city of the Norman Empire.

They left the city of St. Lawrence behind them and headed towards the noble leader on the easternmost part of the continent...
Chapter completed!