Wizard From Afar

Furnace Academy, underground laboratory.

"It's...this?"

The little wizard who was lying on the table asked with a trembling voice. His eyes, like a dome, with clear blue eyes, seemed about to overflow with tears, and his expression seemed to be Believers who have witnessed miracles.

It is an octagonal silver white metal placed in the center of the velvet cushion. Even in the shadows, it seems to shimmer with radiance, smooth and clean like a mirror, and more like an opaque crystal.

"Mithril, and it is the highest-purity Mithril." The alchemist standing behind her looked a little proud:

"There are only two in the entire empire. The Alchemy Academy has the ability to forge, and the melting pot Academy is one of them."

"It's so beautiful..."

Ai Yin’s eye, Divine Idol, is a girl who saw exquisite jewelry. Except for a low murmur, there is only a sigh: "I have never seen such a beautiful Mithril in Lotaire or even Eboden. Should this one weigh more than two pounds, right?"

"3.2 pounds, yes. As everyone knows, its extraction is very difficult. Even the dwarves can only obtain one-fifth of the mithril from the purest ore, and our technology is far inferior. One-tenth is an extremely rare achievement."

The alchemist’s expression was very helpless and nodded, as if he was thinking of something, he couldn’t help but sigh with emotion: "Plus the church’s obstruction, so ......"

The alchemist who suddenly woke up quickly shut his mouth.

"So what?" But the little wizard has heard it.

"Uh, nothing—you know, this metal is very rare, and it can only be obtained through trade with dwarves." The alchemist had to answer: "Plus its neutralizing power to the void , Properly used can have a strong inhibitory effect, so the church has been restricting the flow of Mithril into the hands of other duchy, especially the wizards."

"Since the seventh generation, Holy Cross Church has almost They controlled half of the empire's Mithril, and they still..."

"Are they still?" Ai Yin looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"No, nothing! I didn't say anything, you didn't hear anything!" The alchemist's face was full of cold sweat, and the smile on the corners of his mouth became more and more rigid. Tall wizard: "Have you heard...no no no, you didn't hear anything. We just...just discussed some...academic issues!"

"Are you okay?" Ayin got up Seeing the cold sweat dripping from his forehead, he wanted to step forward anxiously, but was avoided by the alchemist, and was so excited that he couldn't help himself:

"I'm fine, I'm very good!"

"But you do seem to be sick, maybe...because the laboratory is not very ventilated?"

"Yes, you are too right! I have to rest for a while, can't I always stay up late, hahaha..." The alchemist with trembling eyes picked up the mithril in the box and put it directly into Ai Yin's arms: "This, this is my collection. I gave it to you, what about your souvenir from the melting pot Academy?"

"No, this is too expensive!" The little wizard gave him a surprised look and shook his head: "Three pounds Heavy Mithril? I may not be able to afford such a heavy piece for the rest of my life!"

"You really underestimate your talent, His Excellency Ain Rand!" The alchemist forcibly stuffed her In his hand: "Otherwise, you will treat it as a testimony of our friendship. How about a precious meeting gift? Just accept it for me."

"Will it work, His Excellency Ain Rand? Just...it's for me, please!"

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"Knight sword mixed with mithril? It’s Holy Cross Church, is it possible that every church Knight who swore the vow has a handle?"

While asking jokingly, the black hair wizard kept retreating, calculating between the two. In the distance, the first drop of cold sweat has fallen on his forehead.

Loren, who should have been expecting it a long time ago, realized it was his own negligence that he hadn't noticed the strangeness of the opponent's weapon. As a result, this battle became extremely difficult.

The sword glow of bright silver can only last for ten seconds at a time, and then it will cool down once-in this short moment, I will lose all means of counterattack, except to keep the distance. Possible dodge.

As for high-level spells... the opponent will not give yourself this opportunity; you can only use the left-handed "sorcerer" to cast the spell, but as long as you show your left hand unsuspectingly, you can protect Knight with a sword. Can turn it into rotten meat spurting blood!

The guard Knight seemed to perceive something, and even more desperately rushed towards the black hair wizard.

Damn it!

The grey and blue sword glow bloomed again, and at the moment when the sword was raised, sparks burst in front of his eyes; the black hair wizard forcibly with wide-eyed eyes swung away the long sword guarding Knight and squatted violently. A sweep of the lower body!

Guangyin passed by, the guard Knight didn't seem to be used to fighting without armor. The moment of dodging was noticeably slower, and the swept sword glow tore the coat to pieces, and plasma spewed out.

Good opportunity!

Loren who seized this moment gave up and rushed up directly, it was a momentum of won but never returned!

The momentary weak spot made the calm and calm guard Knight appear astonished for a moment, but the momentary distraction has caused Loren to bully Loren within three steps, and his left arm is injured at this moment and he can only use one hand. Raise the sword to meet the enemy.

"Clang——!"

The long sword full of cracks held up the sword glow of bright silver, and the guard Knight, who was flying in the flames, couldn’t breathe a sigh of relief. Suddenly, his whole body was shocked.

Loren is holding the sword and hacking, it is his right hand!

"Sorry, sir." Loren, who rushed up like an ominous beast, grinned at the corner of his mouth, and slammed his open left hand on the face of the guard Knight:

"The Force Impact!"

"Bang——!!!"

The guard Knight flew out like a cannonball, crashing four shelves one after another; rumbling When the sound and smoke disappeared, the rag-like silhouette was slumped between a pile of cargo boxes and collapsed shelves, and there was a large patch of blood on the ground.

Loren didn’t catch up directly. His first goal was not to kill the guard Knight, but to figure out who the man who came with him was, what their purpose was, and why. Appearing in Forgetown, why would you know Niederhogg...

In short, even if only to end the murder of the Hundred Men Squad in Eboden, plus some worrying possibility, he must Know the truth.

Even more how, he can't get up temporarily even with the amount of bleeding, his ribs are at least half broken, and his spine and other bones will not be intact.

If I changed to Loren himself, it would be too easy to break a few ribs if I actually took a "force shock" with my face. It was not half-dead or crippled.

cough cough cough ……

The guard Knight, who fell in a pool of blood, coughed up blood repeatedly, struggling to hold the Knight long sword in his hand, even if he was knocked away from the spot. Let him loosen a little bit.

Did I lose?

Yes, my own negligence of mercy from the bottom of my heart made the sword in my hand dull and unbearable-not because it was not sharp enough, but because my hand was slow.

And my current struggling on whilst at death's door is only because of the other's pity.

Why...

Why would Knight, the church who made the "sword of oath" vow, lose to a faithless and blasphemous wizard? !

The time at this moment seems to be infinitely prolonged. The black hair wizard step by step walks towards him, the bright silver in his hand is still playing swords and flowers, and there is not the slightest sense of victory in the dark pupils. As if just doing a very ordinary thing.

It turned out to be like this... Was the surprise attack of oneself believe oneself infallible only in his expectation? Loren Torino, I can finally understand why Lord Farnesis values ​​you so much, and even regards you as his enemy.

Because you are indeed so dangerous!

You are not an ordinary wizard, you are a true blasphemer and the most terrifying enemy of the Holy Cross!

"This...this guy?!"

Loren stopped in place with a shocked expression, staring at the man who was struggling to stand up from the pool of blood. silhouette.

This guard, Lord Knight, how strong is his physique? !

The serious guard Knight knelt on the ground, holding the sword with both hands, and praying in a low voice: "Holy Cross...

My sword is you Scripture, my blood is your praise;

Please listen to my prayer,

To the blasphemer who does not believe in God...

Punishment——!!!"