Honor Mage

The noon sun was hanging high in the sky, and the originally blue sky shone with a patch of golden sunlight, swaying the entire Wanghuo City and the continuous mountains and veins, appearing golden.Even the air became distorted and blurred by the scorching golden light, and the entire street of Chancellor was like a rippling lake, shaking and twisting.

On the street, none of the people raised their heads to look at the scorching sun. The coachman wearing a round cap tried hard with both hands to keep the horse under his crotch from running around, while cursing in a low voice on the other side. They didn't expect to come here. The horse's mane suddenly stood on end, the horse's nose sneered, and white water vapor spewed out, while its vigorous limbs trampled on the surface paved with granite stones.

They felt as if they were shrouded in a gloomy purgatory. Although the surrounding area was sultry and hot, their entire bodies felt the biting chill inexplicably, their feet felt weak, and waves of fear washed over their bodies. Mind, let them keep their eyes wide open and trample on the ground.

"Finally put it back." Grant covered his chest, and put the bow of will back into the storage space in the gap where everyone was not paying attention. He knew that the storage space with the ability to isolate the breath would definitely be able to suppress the spirit of the bow of will Negative effects are hidden.Sure enough, after tens of seconds of being put back, those restless horses gradually returned to calm.

Since the mental power of adults has reached 1, they don't have much feeling for the mental suppression within the range. Only ordinary horses are inexplicably affected, including ants walking in the cracks in the ground. Even more intense, like a frenzied storm, almost all of them were crushed to death after Grant withdrew the bow of will.

"Hey, the horse is ready? It's really strange, it's better to get out of here quickly."

"This horse is really weird. Could it be that the weather is too hot?"

Many coachmen found that the horses were all back to normal, and they quickly drove the carriages away from the spot with a mutter to themselves.

Seeing that everything was normal, Grant headed towards his home, intending to conduct some basic tests on the Bow of Will in the basement, to understand its power including every detail.This is a necessary homework for Grant. When he was a mage in the game before, he did various tests on the enchanted weapons in his hands, including investigations on power and casting speed.

Only in this way can 100% of the strength of the weapon be used.

"Snapped!"

Feeling the sudden heaviness of his shoulders and being patted by a dark and rough palm, Grant immediately turned his head. He was shocked to find that the two mercenaries behind him were laughing. They looked relaxed and were trying to greet Grant.

"Hey, Grant, you haven't come to the Rose Tavern for ten days, I thought you died somewhere." The blue-haired, green-eyed mercenary spoke proficient in the southern language of Mars.Strictly speaking, Wanghuo City belongs to the north, and the mercenary in front of him was once a nobleman's personal soldier.It was only because of the war that he drifted to this place and finally lived here.

On the other side, the mercenary with sunken eye sockets and a hooked nose was smiling friendly, his long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth raised unnaturally, as if he was not very good at greeting.He usually likes to sit quietly in a corner and listen to the stories Grant tells. He doesn't have any deep acquaintances, and he doesn't know how to greet him right now.

"Edie, Hyde, why are you two here?" Grant was slightly surprised, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"Hey, isn't this waiting for you to give us a story? You know we have been waiting here for ten days just to find you, and then bring you to the Rose Tavern to tell a story. How about it? Let's go now."

With a slightly obese body, the blue-haired and green-eyed Hyde smiled, holding Grant with both hands, and preparing to take him to the tavern.Edie in the back was a little speechless, stretched out her hand to cover her forehead, and the corners of her mouth twitched.He understood that the friend in front of him was good at everything, but he liked to open his eyes and talk nonsense. Who would believe that a person stood here for ten days just to wait for someone to find a story.

The dazed Grant didn't care. He originally planned to finish researching the Bow of Will, so he went to the Rose Tavern to complete the final story, and went to the blacksmith's shop to order a batch of fine steel bows and arrows.

"Okay, let's go now, I'm really busy recently."

After Grant put his hand down without a trace, he followed Hyde and walked towards the Rose Tavern.

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Rose Tavern.

After Grant stopped going to the tavern to tell stories for a long time, the business of the whole tavern also declined. A few people left here to look for taverns with more varieties of alcohol.After all, they were here simply because they liked Grant's storytelling.

In the quiet tavern, on the gray and yellow counters on both sides, mercenaries in twos and threes crowded their heads and whispered, with rare solemn expressions on their faces. Even the tavern owner, the old man "Guangmingding", listened closely.

"Have you heard? Martinez was dismembered by a group of wild beasts in Gaenyi Forest. He ended up disastrously. I heard that the whole body was torn into pieces by the sharp claws of wild beasts. It seems that only one head was preserved." come down."

"It's really miserable, but how is his team? Even Martinez, who is as strong as a quasi-knight, has been eliminated. I don't believe those mercenaries can survive."

"It seems to be because of a teenager."

They talked in a low voice, and the tavern owner next to him showed a sad look. The stingy Martinez who liked to take advantage of small advantages appeared in his mind, and he was calculating the money for the drinks with him.But these will not erase his essence of being a good person. When faced with a crisis, he will always be the first to rush forward.

"It's a pity that this mercenary, whose strength is close to that of a quasi-knight, can even be dealt with on the periphery. I hope that the benefactor can bless him in peace in the sky." His wine glasses were placed on the counter, still arranged.

"Dangdang!"

At this moment, the door was suddenly opened, and many people turned their heads to look at the door.

A head of gray curly hair was on top of his head, like a nest of birds' nests. On his spherical face, two huge eyeballs swept all over the place, revealing a trace of nostalgia in his eyes. , is hanging a lifelike fire mark, which is the logo of the leader of the fire mercenary team, and it is also Martinez's team.

"Captain, I, Conrad, will help you finish the last thing." Conrad said to himself, then walked to the counter, gestured to the tavern owner, and showed a friendly smile: "Hi boss, I'm Martinez A mercenary under the captain. This time, the main reason for coming here is because he failed to fulfill some promises during his lifetime, and this time I will help him fulfill the promises."

The people around him, including the boss, were a little stunned. They vaguely remembered that Martinez strode up to the counter to assure them that he must have bought them a drink when he returned from this mission. I don't care, thinking about it now, I can't help but feel a little sad.

"How did he die exactly?" the tavern owner said casually. He still couldn't believe that with Martinez's skill, he would die so tragically.

"It's like this..." Connard said, and the people around him leaned forward and listened carefully.

After a few minutes, all the people showed a hint of sadness, and were surprised by the flaxen black-robed boy. They thought that the boy would have such a terrifying skill, probably close to an ordinary knight.Unknowingly, it overlapped with the boy who told the story in memory, but after thinking about it, they all shook their heads with disbelief on their faces.After all, he was a master of ordinary knights, so he couldn't be a thin and thin boy who told stories.

"When~~"

At this moment, the door was opened again.

"Hey, old man Hyde, I brought Grant here this time, and you can give me a glass of wheatgrass." A carefree voice came from outside the tavern. (to be continued...)

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