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And needless to say, Allen's subordinates, apart from Lawrence and the others, the new recruits had no familiars.

“Besides the knight issue, we also need to address the problems of the mages.”

Allen rubbed his head and walked out of the palace.

The knight camp and the mages' camp were close to each other; to be precise, the mages' camp was built next to the knight camp during the reconstruction of the royal capital.

Today, Allen planned to visit the mages.

Allen provided very good resources and treatment to the mages.

“Lawrence.”

Allen quickly arrived at the mages' camp.

“Your Grace.”

Lawrence bowed slightly to Allen.

“How are my mages doing?”

Allen was here to inquire about the three thousand novice mages he had trained before.

“They are all doing very well, Your Grace.”

Lawrence told Allen about the recent progress of these mages, and Allen nodded: “By the way, Lawrence, what is your familiar?”

Allen asked.

“Your Grace, my familiar is just a black flame raven.”

Lawrence said very calmly, and after speaking, he summoned his familiar.

“Oh, a black flame raven, a good familiar.”

Allen had read about familiars in the library before, and the black flame raven could be said to be an upper-middle-class familiar species on the continent.

Allen chatted with Lawrence for a while.

“Oh, does Your Grace mean to prepare familiars for them?”

Lawrence looked incredulous.

The materials needed to summon familiars are quite expensive.

Moreover, unless they are particularly outstanding mages, who would deliberately prepare familiars for the mages?

Even the royal court mages of the Norton Kingdom solve their familiar problems themselves.

Firstly, because the familiar chosen by the mage himself is the best.

Secondly, because it is too troublesome.

For any noble, the mage's familiar is the mage's own problem, and these are not things they need to care about.

But Allen actually wanted to solve the familiar problem for those newcomers. Heavens, isn't this ruler too perfect?!

Why didn't I encounter such a great ruler back then?!

“They are just ordinary people. Although I have bestowed extraordinary power upon them, they are different from you who have formal backgrounds. If I don't help them, they will have no chance to own a familiar. A familiar is still very important to a mage.”

Allen said to Lawrence.

Lawrence nodded: “I see, Your Grace, you are truly a great ruler.”

“Tell me about the process of summoning a familiar and what needs to be prepared.”

Allen said to Lawrence.

“Oh? Doesn't Your Grace think you are a great Saint-level Archmage? You don't know?”

Lawrence was shocked. In his opinion, Allen was an Archmage and should know more than them.

How could His Grace not know about a mere familiar?

Allen calmly shook his head: “Although I am a Saint-level Archmage, I don't know about this matter.”

“I practiced magic halfway and then became a mage.”

“My knowledge of familiars is only some introductions I've read. I don't even have a familiar myself.”

Allen's words shocked Lawrence again: “What? Your Grace, you don't have a familiar?!”

“Yes, is there a problem?”

Allen asked with a slight frown.

“There's no problem, I just think you… you really are an unfathomable person…”

Lawrence smiled slightly, then composed himself and began to tell Allen about the mage's familiar.

After Allen heard this, he immediately frowned: “Is it really that troublesome?”

He originally thought it was a simple thing, but after hearing it, he realized how troublesome it was.

Just the summoning array is very troublesome.

You also need some other materials, which sound troublesome.

However, since Allen has said it, he will naturally do it.

Chapter 358 Alchemists with Different Images (3)

Allen directly handed over the matter of familiars to Lawrence, and the duchy would help them prepare the necessary materials and things.

Allen had never been stingy with his own people.

After greeting his mages, indicating that he had come to see them, Allen left the mages' camp.

Speaking of which, the seven children in the academy also need familiars. When the time comes, let them solve it together.

As for himself, Allen plans to find a familiar when he has time.

I heard that there are many kinds of familiars, such as those that look good, have good figures…

“Brother!”

Allen was strolling on the street when Annie called out to him.

Not only Annie, but Boltzmann and several seemingly different ~ men, women, old and young were also around the little girl.

“Your Grace!”

Boltzmann bowed to Allen the moment he saw him.

“Oh! This is Duke Allen -?”

While Boltzmann was bowing to Allen, a middle-aged man, shrouded in a long cloak, smiled at Allen.

Apart from his head, the other parts of this man's body were in the cloak.

“He's really handsome.”

On the other side, a pink-haired, sexy woman looked at Allen with some curiosity.

Allen glanced at her and immediately noticed something wrong with the woman.

This woman… why is she spitting snake letters?!

And her eyes are also vertical pupils, just like a snake.

“Little Annie, is he your brother?”

In the crowd, a blonde short-haired girl looked at Allen indifferently, her eyes without a trace of emotion, as if she were a machine.

“Yeah, he's my favorite brother.”

Annie ran to Allen and hugged his leg.

“What a good experimental material…”

The blonde short-haired girl said indifferently.

Allen raised his eyebrows.

This girl is a bit dangerous.

“Ah, what a romantic and beautiful city, I really like it here.”

An old man wearing a tall hat spoke next to the pink-haired woman.

There were some other people around.

Allen looked at it, and he felt that these people didn't look like good people at all.

“Your Grace, I originally wanted to bring them to the palace to meet you.”

Boltzmann wiped the sweat from his forehead slightly at the reaction of the people around him.

Allen nodded: “So, these people are the alchemists you found?”

Boltzmann nodded, he was a little embarrassed, although he had tried his best to tell this group of scumbags about Allen's greatness.

He had reminded them countless times to be polite.

But the effect was that there wasn't a polite person at all!

What a bunch of bastards…

Boltzmann cursed inwardly.

Allen didn't care too much about this. Alchemists were originally freelancers, black occupations wandering between major forces.

Despised, used, and killed.

How many of these guys in this profession are normal people?

“Okay, since we have guests, let's go back to the palace.”

Allen didn't care too much, just hugged Annie and prepared to return to the palace.

“Boltzmann, is he really as magical as you said? Also, can you show us the alchemy knowledge you mentioned?”

A strong man spoke next to Boltzmann. He had an ordinary face and looked honest like a farmer.

But Boltzmann knew that this guy was a famous belly black, insidious and cunning, and very hateful.

“Matt! Forget it, I said before, those are all His Grace's things, only if he agrees can you see them.”