Dungeons & Dragons: I was kicked out of the team by Brave

Even the gods sometimes have to use the space mage to complete some methods that are beyond their reach.

Richard tentatively asked, "How about we go back and talk about battlefield magic?"

"No."

Richard explained: "The inheritance of our faction is very special. We need some ancestral things to filter, and those things are not in my hands."

"Your mentor will come to you one day, won't he? Sooner or later you will have to start an independent sect." Nunalia is like a devil, having already planned everything for Richard, "Common people, we still have a lot of time." Chief, I’m not in a hurry, and you don’t have to be in a hurry either.”

"I can agree for the time being, but I can't guarantee that there will be an apprentice suitable for me here."

Richard did not choose to refuse.

First of all, before Legend, I was absolutely not qualified to recruit disciples, and my mentor would not allow it.

Secondly, only Richard himself knows how high the threshold of the Star Boundary Faction is for mage apprentices.

He didn't think there were any disciples in the Miden Territory of Nuoda who could meet the requirements.

Of course, if it does happen, it would be a blessing.

After all, my faction is currently a single lineage, the threshold is still high, and there is a danger of being exterminated at any time.

So if there are suitable mage apprentices, then of course the more the better.

And the most important thing is that Richard does not object to excessive binding to Winter City.

After all, his dungeon is under Nuan Dong City, and it is better to be friends than to be enemies.And although Nunalia is dangerous, she doesn't seem to be unreasonable or unable to cooperate.

What's more important is that Clindina is the most legitimate first heir of Middenland, and Clindina is easy to fool, so Richard is sure to oust her directly in the future.

Richard asked: "Besides, do you have any other requests?"

Nunalia thought for a moment and said, "Come and squeeze my shoulders when you have time, and... you and Clindina have a baby."

Clintina finally couldn't bear it anymore, and she shouted loudly: "Nanalia, you crazy woman, who do you think you are! How can you decide my future on behalf of my father!"

"It seems that the resistance is not small." Nunalia shook her head, "Then I have to give birth in person? Anyway, I am also a bloodline of the An family. If I give birth to a good child, I will not be able to become the first choice of the Midden Territory in the future. Heir, are you right, Clintina?”

"What, you, you...you." Clindina was choked by Nunalia's magical thinking. She felt that her world view was impacted as always, "How dare you, why can you say such a thing, Are you worthy of my father like this? How could this happen? Will my father just leave it alone?"

Clintina seemed to be in a state of doubting her life. She began to wonder whether she had been frightened and cursed, causing everything she saw now to be completely opposite to the real world.

Richard glanced at Nunalia secretly and could feel her happiness.

In Nunalia's eyes, Clintina has always been her big toy.

Nunalia said: "Clintina, stop biting your fingers there. Your father asked you to go to his place. You can only go there alone. Don't even think about bringing the common people with you."

"Father!" Clindina suddenly came back to her senses, "He finally remembered me! I will definitely ask my father to drive you out."

Nunalia squinted her eyes and enjoyed Richard's massage, and said comfortably: "You can give it a try. You are a pathetic child who can only rely on outsiders. Everything you have only comes from your blood."

Clintina snorted, ignored her, and just ran out on her own.

Richard was a little worried.

Doesn’t Clintina not know her way around?Can she really find Duke An successfully?

Chapter 1 The Original Clintina

Richard stayed at the Duke's Mansion until night before Clindina came back.

"Common Richard, we are going home."

Clintina, who had met Duke An again, had no expression on her face. She just silently pulled Richard and walked out.

Nunalia didn't stop them, just waved her hand and let them leave.

Warm Winter City is very lively at night. There are special magic street lights on both sides of the main road, which can well support the operation of the night market.

There is an endless stream of traders coming and going. Compared to the neat and rigorous Silver Moon Capital, the unique and rough and wild atmosphere of the North is unique here.

Of course, the magic network in Midden Territory is also surprisingly rough and chaotic, which directly leads to the scarcity of magicians and the majority of warriors and assassins.

"Clintina." Richard stopped in front of a dessert shop and said suddenly, "Would you like something to eat? I guess you haven't eaten all day."

Clintina habitually refused, obviously she was a little absent-minded: "I don't need the things of the common people."

Of course, Richard would not listen to Clindina. He directly bought a few pieces of tempting baked bread, with butter sandwiched between them, making it fluffy and soft.

Richard handed it to Clintina, who snorted, took the bread and took a big bite.

They slowly walked into a remote alley, and there was no one around. Richard... lifted up Clintina's skirt.

"Common Richard, you bastard, what are you going to do? You finally can't control your dirty thoughts!"

Clindina screamed and punched Richard hard.

Richard nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, you are indeed Clindina."

"What do you mean, who can replace me? How could I not be me?"

"That's not necessarily the case. Let's not talk about this anymore. Mrs. Eve is still waiting for us to go home. Let's go quickly."

Richard ignored Clindina's curse and felt a little relieved.

After all, Duke An is still a monster who has lived for 800 years. He may have continued his life through blood relatives and summoned Clintina alone. Richard had to be vigilant.

But now it seems that Clintina is safe for the time being.

Mrs. Eve, still wearing a well-fitting maid uniform, came out to greet her: "Mr. Richard, and Clintina, you are finally back!"

Richard felt like a hard-working mother, quietly waiting for her husband and daughter to come back.

"It's very late. Have you eaten? I left a lot for you."

"Heat up, madam. We are indeed a little hungry."

"Please call me Mrs. Eve." Mrs. Eve raised her fists and waved, and then happily walked into the kitchen.

Clintina was sitting on the dining table playing with knives and forks, and she suddenly asked: "Richard, let me ask you a question."

Richard shook his head like an elder and said, "Oh, has your late adolescence and rebellious period finally arrived?"

Clintina asked: "Asshole, can you listen to me! I mean, will memory be modified?"

"Hiss, this question is too profound. Who taught you to ask this?" Richard looked shocked, "Is it Duke An, or Nunalia, or Atushen? This is to prove that you are not a Is this the effort of a fool?"

"I'm asking a good question, don't change the subject to something that's not there every day!"

Clintina stuck her fork on the dining table in front of Richard.

Richard replied: "If you modify the memory, necromancy may be able to do it. After all, this is the category of the soul. But the soul is the most mysterious thing in the world after all. Even the gods can't modify the memory without leaving a trace, so Often there is no need to do so.”

Clintina asked: "So, if the memory is modified, what will be the consequences?"

"Well, let me think about it, I remember Lilinu said it." Richard knocked his head and said slowly: "There will be things like irritability, irritability, clumsiness, low learning ability, inexplicable arrogance, etc. Especially... Regarding semester ability, given the incompleteness of the soul, it is almost impossible for people whose memories have been modified to systematically obtain progress in related skills..."

As Richard spoke, he looked at Clindina.

No way?

Wouldn't it be so coincidental?

Did I misunderstand you, Clintina?

In fact, you are not a real fool?

"Did Duke An say something to you?"

"Father, he said." Clintina hesitated, but still chose to believe Richard unconditionally, "Father said that my memory has been modified, causing my basic swordsmanship and level to be unable to improve. By the way, he said not to fight with me. If outsiders say it, you are not allowed to tell it!"

Richard nodded: "Don't worry, I won't tell the good news that you are just a half-fool."

Clindina put her hands on her hips and asked, "So common man Richard, do you have any idea?"

"Maybe, but Clintina, why don't you ask your father to find a solution."

"Father, he... seems to be very forgetful now, and he can easily become dazed. After saying this, he is like a statue."

It has to be said that Richard seems to smell the atmosphere of conspiracy.

A weak heir would never be able to truly control the Midden Territory in this precarious Silver Moon Empire.

If Clintina's talent is forcibly suppressed, then who will benefit in the end?

The final beneficiary seems to be Nunalia.

Since the woman Nunalia is suspected of worshiping the murderer Baal, Richard is [-]% sure of confirming his guess.

Richard said: "I can invite a mage who is proficient in souls, but let's make an agreement first. No matter what the result is, you must listen to me and not act without authorization."

Clintina turned her head and said: "Huh, it's okay to listen to a commoner for a while."

Mrs. Eve brought over a large pot of chowder: "Here comes the meal. What are you discussing?"

Richard said casually: "We found that you seem to be more beautiful."

"Hmph, Mr. Richard, even if you compliment me, I won't let you enter my room."

Mrs. Eve served each of them a bowl of chowder and bread.

"Madam, please add two more bowls. We have guests tonight and Ying will go home."

"Okay, is he your friend?"

"You met a few days ago."

"Is it Lilinu?"

"Of course."

Clintina interrupted: "Wait a minute, Lilinu, is he the gloomy necromancer in the Silver Moon Capital before?"

"Of course, only she can show you the problems in your soul."

"I don't want it!" Clintina finally broke her aristocratic arrogance and showed a rare fear, "I'm not sick, I don't want her to come!"

"All patients will say that they are not sick, and I will cure you. Long time no see, little Tina."

Lilinu walked out from the basement stairs, carrying three or two scalpels in her hand.

Following her was a slightly pale figure.

Facing Lilinu, Ying could not be stubborn no matter what.

It would be better to say that the entire dungeon, including Nasha, trembled after seeing Lilinu.