"It's not good, it's not good! There's a commotion in the town."
"There is a mercenary group rebelling, there is a mercenary group rebelling!"
Just when the mayor exited the mayor's office, preparing to peck the iron bird for the magician and his summoned beast, a panicked shout rang out, all the way from the outer wall of the castle to the inner wall of the castle,
Then he arrived in front of the mayor.
"Snapped!"
"Damn it, get out of here!"
The guard who reported the news without any obstruction was slapped by the mayor before he could talk to the mayor.
"Ah hahaha, I'm sorry, noble mage, it's my incompetence that disturbed you."
After the mayor finished beating the panicked guards, he hurriedly turned around, nodded and apologized with a bowed smile, and then glanced at the magician's expression intentionally or unintentionally.
"Hey, you want me to take action?"
Having seen the little thoughts of such town nobles, the plain white robe could tell at a glance what the mayor meant by waiting to perform such a play.
"Don't dare, I, we can do it ourselves..."
Unexpectedly, he was suddenly called out, and cold sweat broke out on the mayor's fat cheeks again.
"Go ahead, if there are enough ironpeckers, I don't mind taking action."
He narrowed his eyes and looked at the ant that was shaking inexplicably, and casually said something very encouraging to the mayor in his plain white robe.
"Ah! Thank you thank you!"
"You, it's you, hurry up and bring all the iron peckers in stock!"
The mayor didn't expect that the magician was not only not angry, but actually prepared to take action. This was incredible, so he immediately turned around and gave the guard a kick, asking him to quickly call out all the iron peckers.
"But, inside the town..."
"Go if you are told to do so. The magician's matters are more important!"
The mayor doesn't care what's going on in the town. As long as the magician is kind to him, it's a very good thing whether it's to solve the problem or to raise his hand in the war that everyone predicts will come, and not to recruit too many troops.
And the sacrifices are just some iron peckers that fill the forest.
Just catch it again.
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About ten minutes later.
Baskets full of ironpeckers with their beaks locked were brought up.
At a rough glance, there can be eight in one basket, and there are thirty frames here.
In total, there are about 240 ironpeckers.
"Oh, are these all birds?"
Looking at the iron basket in front of him, the man in the plain white robe drank the magic water he brewed without hesitation.
It was made by grinding magic crystals and soaking them in water. It was always carried by every fourth-level magician to quench their thirst.
Naturally, magicians below level 4 can also drink it, but they will only be poisoned by magic poison.
"Yes Yes..."
When the mayor heard the question from his plain white robe, sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead.
"Okay, let's cook everything."
He lowered his head again and glanced at the ant who didn't know what he was doing. The plain white robe did not embarrass the mayor.
"good!"
Seeing that he had passed the test, the mayor hurriedly asked the cook to take the iron pecker to cook.
Soon, in about twenty minutes, the ironpeckers that had been boiled into bird soup were brought to the magician.
"Angel, you can eat it."
The man in plain white robes didn't have much appetite when he saw the ironpecker packed in a big wooden barrel. However, he was used to calling the messengers, so when he turned to look at the ants, he gave the signal.
"On the table!"
The black iron ant Ivan, who didn't care too much about respect and was determined to maintain his own strength until he was unrivaled, was only prepared to give it a little nudge. So it shook its tentacles and gave an arrogant word.
"On the table?"
The mayor heard the summoned beast in the plain white robe talking and looked at the plain white robe with some confusion.
"Can't you hear me?"
The man in plain white robe helplessly glared at the mayor, obviously not expecting that this ant was so good at showing off.
Do not eat food placed on the floor; it must be served on the table.
Simply.
Is this a human or a monster?!
Oh, it's neither a human nor a monster, it's an angel.
"Oh! Yes!"
"Bring it up quickly."
He hurriedly ordered the male and female servants to serve the iron pecker. The mayor peeked at the ant from time to time, wondering in his heart what was so magical about this ant that he deserved such preferential treatment.
"roll"
With just one glance, the mayor got the order to get out from Ant himself.
"..."
The mayor was silent for a long time and looked at the plain white robe.
"roll!"
The plain white robe's eyes widened and he gave the order to get out again.
"Yes Yes...."
After being rolled twice in a row, the mayor finally left the hall with his servants.
"Hey, angel, you can eat."
Looking at the sumptuous dishes in front of him, the plain white robe finally felt a little looser.
"Um"
The ant carried the shelf and walked little by little on its six legs to the first pot of ironpeckers.
Then he put his dark ants into his mouth and ate, ate, and swallowed.
The swallowed broth and chicken bones, and the delicious magical smell, were completely absorbed by the ant's body.
Lines of light floated up, and then turned into deeper darkness and entered the body.
"Hiccup~"
The ant burped and then lay down on its side.
"...This, Lord God Envoy?"
The man in plain white robe looked at the iron pecker sitting on the table and asked with some uncertainty.
"tasty."
Ant rarely replied in four words.
"Then, continue eating?"
"No!"
"I...Master God doesn't want to eat?"
"rest."
"Oh, uh, okay..."
I didn’t expect that ants would come out and eat only one pot!!
The man in plain white robe looked at the remaining twenty-three pots, somewhat speechless.
"We can only use constant temperature magic."
"Add vacuum adsorption, um, add a plant wrap."
There's no way around it. The table full of monster meat can't be wasted. Next time you find so much for the ants, you'll have to do it if you don't know. It won't be so easy to get it just by talking.
Seeing that the ants really didn't want to eat, the man in the plain white robe packed up the ironpeckers one by one.
"No, no! Those mercenaries ran wild in front of the castle!"
"Please ask the Master Magician to help."
Just when the plain white robes were packed, and the ants were sleeping soundly, and they were about to leave, the mayor suddenly ran over in a state of peeing.
"How many mercenaries scared you like this?"
"Do you still want to be the mayor?"
The plain white robe did not expect that the mayor turned out to be a loser, and even a few mercenaries could not deal with him. He was really a loser.
He had seen those mercenaries when he entered the town, and they were at most the level of reserve knights.
A warrior of this level cannot even inspire fighting spirit.
To reach the level of a formal knight, it will take at least ten years of training.
The extraordinary path of stimulating the power of thoughts through the body to give birth to fighting spirit is completely different from that of a magician who exercises his mental power through meditation, gathers magic power and mobilizes natural elements.
Moreover, the Wizarding Mountains is not a broken plane rich in knights. The knight class here is very rare.
The most common ones are the low-class guards, and there are these mercenaries at the reserve knight level.
I heard that there was a broken plane in the old magic world, and there were many kingdoms of knights on it. There might be more formal knights and higher-level knights there.