Seeing the figure who was riding a canoe and cutting through the waves, Moore Pott, the naval commander-in-chief of the Braden Kingdom, could no longer suppress the surprise deep in his heart.
In Moore Pert's opinion, a person who can walk on flat ground in stormy waves like this must have extraordinary strength.
"Could this person... be the legendary mage of our Braden Kingdom, Mr. Merlins?" the commander speculated in a low voice.
"It's not Mr. Merlins, I've seen him," Advisor Farrell shook his head with certainty, "This senior... well, at least he looks much younger than Mr. Merlins."
"Then could he be a legendary mage who returned from another dimension?" Moore Pott guessed again, "If the rumors I heard are correct, there used to be many magicians in the Braden Kingdom.
After being promoted to Legend, go to another dimension to explore?"
"That's true," Advisor Farrell nodded and replied, "All the legendary mages before Mr. Merlins have already left this plane."
"Oh, that's such a pity," Mol Pott sighed. "If those legendary mages were still in our plane, how could we still be in such a mess today?"
Consultant Farrell said no more.
At this time, Moore Pott noticed that the magician consultant was staring blankly at the young man in the black cloak on the canoe, his eyes wide open, as if he had seen something extremely incredible.
"I seem to have seen this person before..." Farrell murmured softly.
"Have you seen him?" Morpert asked in surprise, "Are they your former colleagues in the Mage Tower?"
"No, it's impossible. I must have seen it wrong." Consultant Farrell shook his head, as if he didn't hear what Moore Pott said at all. "It can't be him, it absolutely can't be him. If it's really that person
, I immediately stood on my head and showed it to everyone on the ship."
"Who?" After hearing Farrell's words, Moore Pott became more and more curious. "Could this mysterious senior magician look like one of your acquaintances?"
"Not an acquaintance," Advisor Farrell replied, "To be precise, he looks very much like Lord Merlins's student, Alan York, son of Earl William York. I once saw him from a distance in the Wizard's Tower.
At first glance, he is a rare magic genius.
"It's just that, if I remember correctly, Alan York was only a first-level magician not long ago - even if he has magical talent that far exceeds that of ordinary people, he can only become a third-level magician now, which is simply impossible.
Having the strength to compete with the Church of Light.”
"Alan York..." Moore Porter thought silently in his mind.
He was quite impressed by this name.
On the one hand, when Allen passed the test, entered the Mage Tower, and became the joint student of the legendary mage Merlins and the alchemist master Walder, his name had already been resounding across the country through the "Braden Morning News" and other media.
On the other hand, not long ago, Allen tried in public the Archbishop of the Church of Light, Jacques Nerga, and put him on the stake on seven counts, which was even more shocking. Because of this, for his courage and methods, Moore...
Pert was deeply impressed.
In addition, because of the growing prestige of Alan York, his father, Earl William York, gradually began to play an increasingly important role in the political arena of the Kingdom of Braden, and Moore Pott also had to follow this person from time to time.
The wealthy Earl William met to discuss issues regarding the deployment of maritime defense lines.
In the view of Commander-in-Chief Moore Porter, Earl William is a complete "child showman" - as long as there is an opportunity, Earl William will never give up any opportunity to show off his son. As time goes by, Mo
Er. Porter was also gradually brainwashed by comments such as "My son is the best in the world in magic talent", "No one among his peers can compare to my son", etc.
As for what Alan York looked like, Moore Pert had seen it in the newspaper before and remembered it roughly - he knew that he was a very handsome young man, but if he wanted to see him from a distance, it would be difficult to see him.
Recognizing it is still a little difficult.
For a period of time after that, the two of them didn't speak again.
Unknowingly, the canoe was getting closer and closer to them on the rolling waves.
And they were surprised to find that in the waters where the canoe drifted, the strong wind gradually calmed down, the huge waves on the sea gradually subsided, and the sea became calm again.
Finally, the canoe slowly stopped right in front of the battleship where the two of them were.
Commander Moore Porter was stunned for a while, and then he hurriedly gave orders to the soldiers around him: "Why don't you put down the ladder quickly and respectfully invite the senior magician to come up?"
Upon hearing his order, the soldiers hurried to place ladders.
But at this moment, a voice suddenly floated directly into Moore Porter's ears from a distance: "No need."
Mol Pott once again opened his eyes in surprise, and at the same time sighed in his heart: He is indeed a powerful magician! He can actually hear what I say even though he is so far away!
However, what happened next was an eye-opener for Moore Pott.
The black smoke coming out of the steamer's chimney suddenly drifted towards the canoe. Under the control of the mysterious magician's thoughts, it condensed into a staircase that climbed upwards, starting from the low canoe.
, extending all the way to the deck of the ship.
Then, the mysterious magician in a black cloak stepped on the stairs made of smoke, and under the gaze of everyone, slowly climbed up the steps, and finally landed steadily on the deck of the ship.
Then he turned around, waved his sleeves gently, and the stairs condensed by smoke disappeared, together with the canoe floating on the sea.
At this moment, Moore Pott suddenly noticed that the face of Consultant Farrell beside him suddenly became unnatural.
"Mr. Farrell, what's wrong with you?" He asked with concern, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
I only heard Consultant Farrell say hesitantly: "That person... he... he seems to be really Alan York..."
Hearing these words, Moore Porter also froze on the spot.
He would not remind Consultant Farrell that he had just set up a flag to stand on his head in public!
However, even though they were shocked, they still needed to show enough respect when facing a magician with unpredictable abilities, even if the magician turned into a dog.
Therefore, Commander Moore Pert took a deep breath, took the lead to step forward, walked in front of the mysterious magician, nodded slightly and said: "This is the Commander-in-Chief of the Navy of the Kingdom of Braden, Moore Pert.
On behalf of all the navy soldiers, I would like to thank you for your life-saving grace. Could you please give me your surname?"
"Alan York." The mysterious magician in black cloak replied with a slight smile.