"Hey, my name is Claude Field. I come from White Deer City in the Kingdom of Overas. I am now ordered to station in Squirrel Village. Nice to meet you. Can you tell me your name?" Claude said very gracefully.
Introduce yourself and then ask the girl mage’s name.
The young mage only gave him the back of his head.
"I don't mean any harm. You know that I am actually a magician. Even my mother doesn't know this identity. I was very scared when I was practicing. I was worried that others would come after me after knowing my identity as a magician, so I also
I have imagined many possibilities. Once someone discovers me, I will have to leave home and run away. Either I will wander around the world in the future, or I will hide in the mountains and forests and live alone like you. I am not giving you these things because I want to get something from you, but just a
A magician helps another magician..."
The young mage pricked up her ears to listen to Claude's story, but she still didn't speak.
Claude, however, kept to himself and recalled how he became a magician. Starting from occasionally getting a magic recipe book in the grocery store, he obtained the diary and magic notes left by an ordinary rune mage.
Master Wen's Diary went to practice meditation and embarked on the road of becoming a magician...
He talked a lot with the young mage, such as how he learned about the reality of magic in the mainland from Madam Maria, and how he encountered another wild magician who robbed and killed him when he went to the underground purchasing point to purchase magic talisman materials.
He escaped from death. Of course, he did not say what the seven basic spells he practiced were. No matter what the situation, he had to be on guard.
Rather than saying that Claude was telling the young mage how he became a magician, it would be better to say that he was reviewing everything he experienced after traveling to this different world. In just two years, from the age of sixteen to eighteen.
As an adult, so many changes happened during this period, forcing him to finally embark on the road of joining the army. And now, he is about to be 21 years old. It has been nearly three years since he joined the army. Time flies so fast...
After telling his story, Claude lay on the grass, feeling relaxed and happy, as if he had let go of the heaviest package in his heart. Sometimes telling a stranger the secrets in your heart can really bring you happiness.
Feeling relaxed, although he still doesn't know the name of the young mage and the two of them are not familiar with each other, but Claude's intuition tells him that the young mage poses no threat to him.
"Then, are you continuing to practice meditation now?" After a long time, the young mage finally broke the silence between the two.
"Yes now," Claude nodded. He didn't know if the young mage saw this action with her back turned to him: "I didn't practice when I first joined the army, because I was still a recruit at that time and lived in a big tent. A small team of ten
The two of us lived in a camping tent together. First, many people snored at night, making it difficult to get quiet. Second, I was worried that there would be actions or orders in the middle of the night. I didn’t know anything when I was practicing meditation, so I would be easily disturbed or
My identity was exposed, so I could only practice once in a while, and I had to find someone to be alone with when it was convenient.
It wasn't until last year, when I was promoted to second lieutenant and living alone in a camp, that I started to continue practicing. As a result, it took a lot of time, and I still haven't been promoted to a second-level rune mage. I had already practiced less than half of it when I joined the army.
As a result, in the past two and a half years, I haven’t even reached half of the progress. If I don’t advance, I will retreat. In cultivation, you need to persist and not relax..."
"But, I don't understand, you, you are a magician, why do you want to join the army? You can just leave, or like us, live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, and no one will arrest you...
..." The young mage finally turned her head and stared at Claude, her big eyes making Claude nervous.
With a wry smile, Claude looked at her calmly: "You don't understand, you are in the Eskiline Principality, which is a lord system. The territory you are in now is called the baron territory. If you don't get
With the permission of the baron lord, no one can enter the territory to arrest magicians like you who live in seclusion in the mountains and forests. Generally speaking, as long as you don't cause trouble to the lord, most of the territorial nobles will not look for trouble to deal with you. Maybe
They also need you to make them some magic items for trading.
I am in the Kingdom of Orvelas, which implements a noble honor system. There is no private noble territory, and the entire kingdom is under the control of the royal family. As a magician, it is okay to live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, but you cannot reveal your identity.
If someone discovers that you are a wild magician and is not one of those registered, you will be regarded as a threat to the kingdom. They have a special department to hunt down and arrest those who have exposed their identity as magicians.
Moreover, the entire kingdom has strict control over civilian identity. If you do not have a pass permit and a suitable reason, you will not be able to leave your hometown for thirty or forty miles. All town guards will check your purpose and identity at any time.
If it is found that you do not have a pass or road, you may be arrested and thrown into a labor camp in the name of evading military service, where you will do hard labor until death. Compared with that, I might as well become a soldier to gain a better background for myself, not to mention what I am doing now
It's pretty good.
Besides, if I evade military service, my mother, sister and brother will be implicated by me. Even if I am not caught and escape to another country to live in seclusion, my relatives will go to the labor camp to do hard labor in my place.
So I would rather serve as a soldier on the battlefield than see my relatives suffer for me..."
"So that's it," the young mage nodded slightly and concluded: "The kingdom you are in is really scary, there is no freedom at all. No wonder you, as a magician, carry a musket."
Claude didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "It's not scary, the Kingdom of Ovilas just has stricter rules. If you adapt to its rules, you will feel very fair. At least the life of civilians is not as poor as the villagers of Squirrel Village. As long as you are willing to
There is nothing wrong with working, having enough food and clothing. The only inconvenience is that you cannot travel freely, and the other is that you need to perform military service.
In a way, the restrictions and strictness imposed on magicians by the Kingdom of Ovelas have actually preserved most of the civilians. They do not have to worry about being attacked and infringed by magicians. Although now there are muskets to deal with magicians.
A powerful weapon, but to the common people, the magician who knows magic is still a high-ranking figure who treats the common people as ants. If they accidentally offend the magician, they will be doomed and they will die without knowing how they died..."
As the young mage was deep in thought, Claude's words were a bit difficult for her to understand. Perhaps it was because she had been living in seclusion in the mountains for a long time, or perhaps because of her knowledge since childhood, she didn't understand why Claude regarded magicians as civilians.
Threatening, the two fell into silence again. At this time, the sheep's hoof stuck on the iron spit was almost roasted. The young mage sprinkled some salt on it, and then placed it on the ground to let the big black wolf named Heifeng
bite.
"Won't you eat some honey bread?" Claude said: "Next time I will bring you some fresh meat, but it may have to wait until after the rainy season. You know it is difficult to go up the mountain on rainy days... By the way, you haven't yet
Tell me what's your name?"
The young mage just snorted softly, picked up the bag of honey bread on the side and went into the shack. It was probably because she felt a little embarrassed to eat the honey bread he brought in front of Claude, or maybe she deliberately avoided it.
Kai Claude didn't want to tell her name...
Claude smiled, stood up and patted the dust on his clothes. He had no intention of entering the shack, but just said to the big black wolf next to him who was gnawing on the sheep's hooves: "Heifeng, I'm leaving, you
Tell your master, do you hear me?"
The big black wolf sniffed at Claude, then turned to the other side with the sheep's hoof in its mouth, its tail and butt facing Claude, as if it was worried that Claude would pounce and snatch the sheep's hoof from its mouth.
Claude burst into laughter and shouted towards the shack: "I'm leaving. You are alone on the mountain, so be careful. If you need anything, you can come to me at the camp next to Squirrel Village and just say my name."
When Claude walked out of the woods, he looked back and saw the young mage already standing at the entrance of the shack, watching his leaving figure. Claude smiled, waved to her and left.
When he returned to the camp, McJack reported to Claude what he had exchanged with the villagers. He heard that the village elder had taken two pieces of wild ginseng that were 30 or 40 years old, in exchange for a box of kale and other supplies.
Claude said in his heart, even though the old man, the village chief, has been pretending to be poor, he didn't expect that he still had some inventory hidden secretly.
So he asked Michael to give him two wild sycamores, and if he had time, give one to Dr. Lempede. He had used two private sycamore potions to treat himself, and now he would give him a wild sycamore.
He will definitely be very happy. Keep the other one nearby as a spare. This kind of wild thing is hard to buy even if you have money. Most of them are snapped up by pharmacists and used to make precious wood flower potions. A wild one like this lasts for thirty or forty years.
The Muhua can be equipped with at least four or five tubes of ordinary quality Muhua potions.
Claude was very busy in the next two days. Sergeant Markchi was put in solitary confinement by him, and all the affairs of the squadron fell on his head. He checked whether the drainage ditches in the camp were clear and arranged for the soldiers to send powder to repel poisonous insects.
Bags are placed in every corner of the house. The rainy season is coming soon, and poisonous insects such as snakes, centipedes, and scorpions that have awakened from hibernation will crawl towards dry places because of the rainy season. This is a mountainous area, and there are many poisons. Make arrangements early.
This can prevent your soldiers from being accidentally injured.
Maijack, who could help, couldn't escape. Just as Claude said to Markchi that day, after the news that he exchanged supplies for the mountain goods in the hands of the villagers was spread by the villagers in Squirrel Village, Blackstone Village and others
The villagers of Kaimen Village in the mountains farther away brought large and small bags of mountain goods to the camp and asked for exchange of supplies. These two villages are related to the villagers of Squirrel Village, so they can take advantage of this opportunity regardless of the distance.
Come and exchange.
The first rain of the rainy season finally came on March 7th. The rain in the rainy season on the Farea continent is not a gentle drizzle, but more of a heavy rain and torrential rain, or described as a downpour and freezing rain. From time to time, it still rains.
There was lightning and thunder. The roads were muddy, the rivers swelled, and floods were easy to occur. In such weather, people could only stay indoors. If they wanted to go out for a visit, they had to find a time when the rain was not heavy. This also required that the roads were not blocked.
submerged.
Fortunately, sufficient dry firewood and charcoal were prepared at the camp, and the flames burning in the fireplace made the whole room warm as spring. Markchi finally got lucky and won a box of kale while playing cards with Claude, and he drank a lot.
Sorry, just half a bottle of kale made him drunk. It was the rainy season anyway, and marching, let alone fighting, was a problem in such weather. Claude didn't have to worry about being attacked by the enemy, so he just went with him.
However, the soldiers in the stone warehouse stayed together all day and caused several fights. Claude had to go out in the rain to resolve these minor disputes and punish the soldiers who caused the trouble. Then he asked the team captains to lead their team members to do what they did every day.
Push-ups, sit-ups, squats and other exercises that can be done indoors can consume the soldiers' excess energy.
A week passed, and everything was finally on track. Claude breathed a sigh of relief. After another ten days or so of the rainy season, he would arrange for the soldiers to dig trenches, build defense facilities, and expand the camp. If he could stay here until the war
It'd be nice if it was over. At least it's more comfortable here and you don't have to fight for your life on the battlefield.
It was already late at night, and Mike and the big guy in the room next to him had already fallen asleep. Claude could clearly hear their slight snores in their deep sleep. Because he had just practiced meditation, Claude was not sleepy yet.
, got up and walked to the window, opened it, and looked at the dark world bathed in rain.
"Ouch..."
Suddenly, a familiar wolf howl sounded in the forest behind Squirrel Village. The howl was pitiful and sharp. Claude was shocked and seemed to have a bad feeling in his heart. Could it be that something happened to the young mage and the big black wolf came to ask for help?
of?
"Aww..." The wolf howled again, as if urging.
Claude hurried downstairs, took an animal skin raincoat to cover his body, said something to the soldiers on guard, and ran to the mountain behind Squirrel Village. The ground was slippery and muddy, and there was water flow caused by rain.
, Claude stumbled up the mountain with one foot high and one foot low. At a glance, he saw the big black wolf named Heifeng standing on the big bluestone under the cherry tree, howling at the Squirrel Village...