I have a wizarding world

Another world, Crescent Territory.

At this time, more than five months had passed since the war between the Pasa Islands and Britain.

Similar to the seasons on Earth, the other world had also entered winter, but compared to Earth, the winter in Crescent Territory seemed even colder, with goose feather-like snow falling from the sky.

"Quick, Crescent Territory is just ahead. Once we get there, the road will be much easier."

In the heavy snow, a carriage team moved forward with difficulty, the leader of the team shouting encouragement.

Most of the carriage drivers were draped in tattered strips of cloth, their faces marked with brands, clearly a group of slaves.

Judging by the direction of the caravan, they were heading towards Crescent City.

As the saying goes, 'Looking at a mountain can tire a horse to death.' The team traveled for four or five hours before entering the boundaries of Crescent Territory.

Sure enough, as the leader of the carriage team had said, the road became much easier once they reached Crescent Territory.

As soon as the team entered Crescent Territory, a wide asphalt road appeared before them. The asphalt road was about 50 meters wide, enough for more than a dozen carriages to travel side by side.

The other world had no such material as asphalt; it was a building material that Fang Cheng had brought from Earth.

Not long after the team entered Crescent Territory, another team driving a carriage came up from not far away.

The leader glanced at the other team, raised his hand, tightened the leather cap on his head, turned his head, and continued to move forward.

He knew that this team, like them, was a merchant caravan from the noble territories of the Eastern Sacred Empire. These merchants were supported by nobles behind the scenes and came to Crescent City to trade.

"Hurry, everyone, move faster! Once you get to Crescent City, you'll be free!" The leader waved the leather whip in his hand and lashed it fiercely on the packhorse under his crotch.

The slaves who drove the carts seemed greatly encouraged by these words. They became energetic and drove the carts hard, regardless of the ravages of wind and snow.

...

Central District, Crescent City, an exquisite white villa, which was Fang Cheng's residence.

Fang Cheng was sitting cross-legged in the study, his eyes closed.

In his sea of consciousness, the fifty-first magic rune continued to condense. Strands of white mental power constantly entwined, and the magic rune gradually materialized from the void.

Fang Cheng frowned, his forehead covered with cold sweat, obviously enduring tremendous pressure.

Suddenly, the magic rune shook for a while and dissipated in the air, and the mental power strands also turned into nothingness, re-integrating into the sea of consciousness.

Above the entire sea of consciousness, only fifty magic runes continued to rotate.

Another failure!

Fang Cheng opened his eyes, looking a little tired.

He had forgotten how many times he had failed. In short, since the last breakthrough to become an advanced apprentice, it had been almost half a year.

However, within half a year, Fang Cheng's mental power had not improved much at all, almost stagnating. At this rate, let alone becoming a formal wizard, Fang Cheng didn't know how long it would take to condense 108 magic runes.

Fang Cheng frowned. No wonder Phil wanted to get the blood of the devil so badly. Meditating with third-rate aptitude was simply a torment.

Fang Cheng now had the urge to take the blood of the devil.

But thinking of the consequences of taking the blood of the devil, Fang Cheng calmed down. He couldn't do such a stupid thing that would ruin his future.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng stood up and walked out of the study.

Just out of the study.

A clone warrior in green military uniform strode over.

"Commander-in-chief, someone is looking for you?"

"Oh?"

A moment later, Fang Cheng walked out of the villa. A dark brown carriage was parked outside the villa. The carriage was exquisitely crafted, and it was obviously the座驾of a noble.

Snowflakes were falling from the sky at this time. The person in the carriage seemed to know that Fang Cheng had arrived and got out of the car with ease.

The visitor had brown hair, a brown beard, and wore a black wizard robe. It was Fang Cheng's senior brother, Viscount Morton.

"Senior Brother Morton, why are you here?" Fang Cheng greeted him with a smile.

Morton smiled mysteriously. "It's not just me."

Saying that, two graceful figures walked down from the carriage.

It was the two half-elf slave girls, Ellie and Sophie, whom Fang Cheng had bought in Morton City.

Although the sisters were wearing white mink coats, they could still see the beautiful figures created by their half-elf bloodline.

Perhaps because the wind and snow were too heavy, the two sisters, who were ordinary half-elves, not only had their pretty faces frozen red, but even their cute pointed ears were shrunk inside their furry coats.

"Lord!" Ellie and Sophie bowed slightly and called out sweetly in unison.

"Senior Brother Morton, why did you bring them here?" Fang Cheng turned his head to look at Viscount Morton, slightly surprised.

"I thought Crescent City was remote and my junior brother must be very lonely living here, so I specially sent them here," Morton said with a smile.

Fang Cheng rolled his eyes when he heard the teasing in Morton's words.

"Okay, no more jokes. I brought them here for your business."

Hearing this, Fang Cheng's eyes lit up and he said in surprise, "Is there any progress?"

"Yes," Morton nodded, glanced around, looked at the rustling snowflakes, "But, are you just planning to talk here?"

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"Look at me," Fang Cheng quickly laughed, "Quick, let's go inside and talk!"

Fang Cheng stretched out his right hand and made a gesture of invitation.

...

Inside the villa.

Fang Cheng and Morton sat down on the sofa, with the sisters Ellie and Sophie serving behind Fang Cheng.

Fang Cheng frowned after listening to Morton's words.

"The Vivian you mentioned is..." Fang Cheng asked with a puzzled expression.

"The princess of the Elf Garden, the daughter of the Elf Queen, a pure-blooded elf." Morton picked up the teacup on the coffee table, took a sip, and seemed unaccustomed to the bitter taste of the tea, frowning slightly. "Speaking of which, you should have met her. She was also on that flying magic device the last time you went to Floating Island."

It's her!

Hearing this, Fang Cheng suddenly remembered the pure-blooded elf he had met on the spaceship to Floating Island.

She was indeed a national beauty, but she had an arrogance in her bones that made people afraid to approach.

Fang Cheng had greeted her at the time, but unfortunately she completely ignored him.

However, Fang Cheng was a little curious as to why the princess of the Elf Garden would be squeezed into a flying magic device with Fang Cheng and the others.

In any case, Vivian's status in the Elf race was higher than Fang Cheng's status in the Black and White Tower.

"Are you thinking about why Vivian would go to Floating Island alone?" Morton saw Fang Cheng's expression and laughed.

"Indeed," Fang Cheng looked at Morton, puzzled. "Since Vivian is the princess of the Elf race, given the importance that pure-blooded elves attach to bloodlines, they should have sent a formal wizard to escort her, but she..."

"This brings us to these two." Morton pointed to the sisters Ellie and Sophie, saying.

Fang Cheng followed Morton's hand to look at Ellie and Sophie, and found that there was also a surprised expression on their faces, obviously they were completely unaware of this.

"Although Vivian is the princess of the Elf Garden, she is different from other pure-blooded elves," Morton took a sip of tea and continued, "Vivian has always advocated accommodating the mainland's half-elves in her attitude towards them."

Talent!

Fang Cheng's hand holding the teacup paused slightly when he heard this, and he thought to himself.

"A very smart approach, isn't it?" Morton saw Fang Cheng's silence and said with a smile.

Fang Cheng nodded.

"But she thought things too simply. The pure-blooded elves in the Elf Garden still think it's tens of thousands of years ago. They are still immersed in the glory of the past, thinking that the Elf race is still the master of the continent."

Speaking of this, Morton shook his head.

Indeed, compared to the Black and White Tower, the Necromancy Academy, and Floating Island, these overlord-level forces, the Elf Garden was indeed a bit lacking.

This can be seen from the fact that the Elf Garden does not have a great wizard-level combat power. In fact, Fang Cheng and others did not know that the crisis in the Elf Garden was far more serious than outsiders realized.

If it weren't for the foundation of their ancestors, plus the fact that the Elf Garden does not occupy important resources now, perhaps they would have been exterminated by other forces long ago.