Chapter 210 209: Lost power, the work of the mysterious department?
Ridel was thinking about what tricks Ian didn't care. The paradox slave could never escape his control. The little wizard who was yelling with his stomach was most concerned about what to eat for breakfast.
He did not see the owner of the castle. The legendary duke did not seem to be at home. Fortunately, Morgan rose up earlier than him and had already ordered his servants to prepare breakfast for him in advance.
After Morgan's arrangement, Ian was led to an elegantly decorated restaurant. There are various exquisite tableware on the dining table, and the steaming food exudes an attractive aroma.
Eat both traditional bread, lamb, cheese, and carefully cooked fried eggs and delicious fruits. Each dish exudes a classic flavor.
Perhaps such a combination is not as good as Hogwarts's, but it is definitely a very happy thing to enjoy such food in ancient times when food is scarce.
"At least this bread is very soft." Ian's expression and expression fell into Morgan's eyes throughout, which also made Morgan realize that the life of his teacher might be more luxurious than he imagined.
As a powerful wizard.
Not surprising.
Little Morgan thought in his heart.
After breakfast, Ian walked out of the restaurant and saw Riddle still focusing on making potions, his focused look as if everything around him had nothing to do with him. Ian did not bother him and walked straight outside the castle. He wanted to see the morning of this era, and Morgan, who was dressed in decent clothes, followed immediately.
However.
The butler in the castle wanted to stop him.
"Oh, Your Highness, you are actually wearing the costumes you had worn last week. If people outside see this, they will feel that your father is harsh on you."
The housekeeper is not targeting Ian. He is not surprised by Ian's appearance. Perhaps it is because Morgan often brings "wizards" back, and stops Morgan only because of Morgan's clothes.
"I like this black dress, and we only stroll around our home." Morgan looked at the clothes on his body and gave the butler an answer that was not very satisfactory.
But the butler nodded reluctantly.
He left.
Morgan, who was silly and Ian, who was secretly smacking his tongue. What does it mean to wear this week best without wearing it? Is this the luxury of the legendary nobles!
The little wizard now understands why the quality of luxury clothing in later generations is so poor that it breaks after washing the washing machine. It turns out that it is a tribute to the ancient nobles in terms of wear time.
"I've learned a lot."
Under Morgan's leadership, Ian came to the grass outside the castle. The weather was good today. The morning sun shone on the ancient castle through the mist, and the soft light coated the magnificent building with a layer of golden glow. In the woods outside the castle, the chirping of birds intertwined one after another to form a graceful melody.
Walking through a neatly trimmed garden, Ian saw a training ground. On the training ground, the knights under the Duke are conducting daily training.
Their movements are neat and uniform, and every sword swing and every step is full of strength and rhythm. Ian noticed that these knights had a much more physical body than ordinary people. They had clear muscle lines and their movements were swift and precise, as if every inch of their body contained extremely powerful power.
Ian even saw these knight-training rocks, which weigh at least one ton, but they were able to carry them up like barbells and train them in groups of dozens of them.
It can only be said that these people are simply human-shaped beasts.
Such a magical scene made him unable to help but smack his tongue again.
"Has these knights been transformed in magic?" Ian couldn't help but speculate. Since there were no shirtless people, he could not check whether the knights had magical modifications.
"Huh?"
Little Morgan was stunned when she heard her new teacher ask. She glanced at Ian in surprise, "They are all knights who practice knight breathing. Through this breathing method, knights can constantly temper their bodies and stimulate their potential. The great nobles will almost cultivate their knights."
This is common sense in the whole world. Little Morgan didn't expect Ian would be amazed by this, but she thought about it a little and probably realized what was going on.
From the age when the Dark Bible was written, my teacher must be very, very old. Perhaps the long-term isolation from the world has made him less familiar with the changes in the outside world.
Knight's breathing method is a thing that has only become popular in recent years. It comes from the legendary wizard who has become famous in recent decades. It seems that his teacher mentioned the name of the legendary wizard last night.
Thinking in my heart.
Morgan also immediately gave Ian a detailed explanation, "Only the most talented knight can learn the knight's breathing method, because many precious body refining materials must be used during the cultivation process. Even our family can only train hundreds of knights, and even the king has only more than a thousand real knights."
Her tone was filled with emotion.
After hearing this, Ian looked at the knights in training again. Looking at one human-shaped beast after another, he couldn't help but feel how magical the era of swords and magic was once again.
At the end of the twentieth century.
Ian has never seen such a so-called breathing method that ordinary people can learn, and I don’t know why it was lost or something like the Mysterious Affairs Department deliberately concealed. Just like the other things they have hidden, some real history has been buried in the secrets that no one knows. "No wonder my good brother Arthur can fight the dragon alone."
Ian thought something.
He didn't know the reason for the drowning of breathing, but he could feel that this era was indeed an era where sword and magic coexist, full of mystery and power.
"What Arthur?"
Little Morgan heard Ian's muttering and she was quite curious.
Ian turned to look at the young witch.
"Oh, yes, it's our good brother." He changed his mouth, but it made Morgan confused. After thinking for a long time, he never remembered that he had known such a person.
Just when the young witch was about to ask.
Ian has continued to move forward.
The two left the training ground and walked along a trail to the river outside the castle. The river water is clear and the breeze blows by, and ripples appear on the surface of the water.
The fish swam happily in it, and Ian also saw some cyan crayfish. And next to this small river, there are dozens of raised mounds of soil.
"What's inside?"
Ian's eyes twitched. "The teachers I found before...." Little Morgan hesitated and still responded. Seeing that Ian's expression changed slightly, she immediately explained. "It's all scammers who try to deceive me and get money. They are not real wizards, and of course they are not my real teacher." Morgan's tone was a little annoyed.
She obviously does not have the guilt that she should have as a murderer, but she seems a little bit natural. She can only say that the bad woman's revenge and revenge have indeed been revealed since she was a child.
"Then I have to be glad I'm a real wizard, otherwise I'd have to sleep in it too." Ian was somewhat glad that he signed a contract with Morgan last night. He was not afraid of Morgan's revenge now, but the Morgan lying in the blurred illusion, God knew whether he would hold a grudge for the rest of his life. "You are different from those liars."
Morgan Xiao didn't know how to respond, so he could only emphasize that Ian was not a liar. "I am different from most wizards."
Standing here, Ian couldn't help but look back at the towering castle. Suddenly, he was surprised to find that the shape of the castle was exactly the same as the dark castle he had seen in the blurred illusion.
"So, is this also carrying the past that the teacher cannot give up?" The little wizard thought in his heart, and he felt that he could see Morgan's deepest secret.
Looking at the young witch who was a little nervous beside him, he suddenly said, "Miss Morgan, I want to know, have you tried to learn magic by yourself?"
The abrupt question of the little wizard made little Morgan slightly stunned.
However.
She quickly and honestly answered, "The family does not support me in learning magic, so the wizards worshipped at home are almost unwilling to communicate with me. However, I have always been curious and yearning for magic, so I can only explore myself and collect some learning materials about magic through various channels."
Said.
Morgan showed his achievements to his cheap teacher.
She slowly stretched out her hand, waved her fingertips, and saw a wisp of flame ignited out of thin air and quickly extinguished; then, she waved her hand gently, and the clear river water seemed to be given life, gently rippling in circles, and then turned into silk threads, rushing into the air and gathering into the water flow controlled by her.
I have to say.
Talent is indeed very important. At the age of Morgan, many wizards have not even experienced magic explosions. Even wizards who have experienced magic explosions find it difficult to control their magic power. But this young witch is different. Not only can she control magic power, she can also find ways to control elements by herself.
Extraordinary talent.
The clues are already visible.
"Very good."
Ian exclaimed from the bottom of his heart.
"And, and there." Little Morgan secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Ian's praise, in order to make his teacher realize his potential to the greatest extent.
She started performing again, magical fluctuations appeared, and the next moment, she saw the fresh grass on the ground begin to wither, and in the blink of an eye it withered into black ashes.
This is black magic.
Not high-end.
But it is definitely not an entry-level magic. Morgan's magic was much more skillful than the previous tricks, which made Ian feel a little intimate.
"Okay, very good, very good, have a bit of style!" Ian gave a thumbs up, and he also had some understanding of Morgan's talent for black magic.
It's just two or three levels behind him.
Don't think of this Versailles.
This is a serious praise. For Ian, Dark Magic is his most gifted category, and it is a cliff-like lead over others.
"Don't you reject black magic?"
The little Morgan's uneasy feeling completely relaxed after seeing Ian's reaction. She was quite curious. After all, no matter which era, black magic is easily despised. "Ha."
Ian smirked.
Gaze at the young witch in front of her. "Of course I don't reject it, because... I am the black magic itself." He was not talking big, but expounding the facts. Little Morgan was excited in his heart with calm words.
I really worship the master of black magic!
"So, teacher, can you teach me more black magic?" I can only say that it is not a family, and if you don't enter the family, such a strange fate of master and apprentice will certainly have a soulful fit.
Little Morgan is also full of yearning for black magic.
There is no other reason.
The black magic is powerful enough.
In her eyes, there is a prospect that is far higher than white magic.
"Let's start with a simpler magic. Well, the magic you wanted to learn last night, the most basic magic, and the magic you must have when you go out."
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Ian spoke softly.
He raised his index finger again.
At the same time.
Morgan only felt the chill of trembling inside.
"Feel this murderous intent and appreciate its charm. This is - Avadasaud. "Ian spoke softly, and his index finger hit the center of Morgan's eyebrows again.
Around the small river with a trickle of water.
Fishes are swimming and birds are chirping.
The teacher taught his apprentice the first magic.
The magic at the beginning of the story.
…
On the other end of the castle.
Groyas, Duke of Dingtargill, the Cornwall ruler, was sitting in his luxuriously decorated study, frowned, playing with a ring inlaid with dazzling gems.
The windows of this study are in a semi-closed state, and the sunlight penetrates into mottled light and shadows by the exquisite curtains, which contrasts sharply with the heavy atmosphere in the room.
"What does Yuser Pandragorn mean when I wrote a letter to praise my wife?"
Goroas sat on a high-back chair in the study, held a glass of red wine in his hand, looked through the window, and looked at the mountains in the distance, or in the direction of the royal city. This study room is extremely luxuriously decorated, with portraits of ancestors of all generations hanging on the walls, and the bookshelf is filled with precious ancient books and artworks.
However, at this moment, he had no intention of appreciating these things, his brows frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about something. At this moment, a sudden shadow appeared beside the wall.
It blocks the sunlight that was originally poured into the room. Duke Goroyas didn't feel strange about this, but looked at the figure that could not be seen clearly in the shadow with some surprise.
"Is there anything wrong?"
He asked.
The figure in the shadow also gave an answer, "Your daughter, Miss Morgan, brought three men back last night, and the knights who followed her were filled with the potion of forgotten memories."
The people in the shadow could not hear the man and woman from the voice. He whispered about Miss Morgan's news about Ian and the three others, and the encounters of the two knights who were unfortunately forgotten memories.
After hearing the news, the Grand Duke was silent for a moment, then spoke with emotion, "My daughter, Morgan, she is mature so early. She knew how to raise a male pet at a young age. This is indeed a bit beyond my expectations. It seems that it is time to arrange for someone to teach her in a targeted manner."
I have to say.
This may be an overly enlightened father.
Hearing.
The figure in the shadow was also fucked silent.
He really couldn't understand why the Duke came to such a conclusion.
There is a pitfall in your brain?
That was just a little girl of a few years old! "What are the origins of those three men?" Goroas shook his red wine glass, smiled for a while, suddenly restrained his smile and his expression became serious.
It seems like you need a background review. "Dagong, those three people are all wizards." The figure in the shadow spoke extremely serious.
The Duke of Goroas frowned after hearing this. "Have she really found a real wizard?" A trace of solemnity flashed in Duke Goroas's eyes. Although he was a duke and held huge power and wealth, he knew very well that matters involving wizards were never trivial. The magic power of wizards is far beyond ordinary people, and if you are not careful, you may cause unpredictable consequences. "Yes, Grand Duke, all three of them have unknown origins and are very powerful in magic. One of them is a child in his teenage years old, which even made me feel scared." The figure in the shadow obviously had some fluctuations in his tone.
His words immediately made Duke Goroas unable to sit still.
"A very strong wizard?"
The Duke's voice was in amazement.
"You can't imagine it to be powerful."
The figure in the shadow gave a clear response.
This made the Duke of Goroyas' expression slightly change. He put down the red wine glass in his hand and unconsciously hit the table, "I need to know their background and the purpose of getting close to Morgan."
The duke had no choice but to worry.
The current situation.
He is most afraid that people with ulterior motives will approach his family. "This is not something we can investigate." Facing the Duke's order, the figure actually chose to refuse, and his voice was as if China had a bit of solemnity.
"You are not a wizard, and you don't understand the power of that kind of wizard. Your Excellency the Grand Duke, although our organization has a deep cooperative relationship with you, we are not your private army and will not die for your private purposes. Such a wizard is fully capable of killing me and even threatening the organization behind me."
The voice in the shadows was very serious.
With extreme determination.
However.
When hearing his response, the Duke of Goroas had no change in his expression.
It seems that I had expected this scene long ago.
"I will add more money, and I will follow your rules in the past." He tapped the table again, his tone with a bit of inhumanity.
Hearing.
Hearing the word "add money", the person in the shadow nodded immediately, his attitude immediately changed by 365 degrees, and his voice became respectful again. "Praise you, the glorious Duke, then, I will exercise the power given by fairy tales, and under the witness of the eternal raven, complete the tasks you assigned, solve the troubles of the three foreign wizards, and protect the brightest pearls of Cornwall!" The voice in the shadow became firm.
It seems that I have been fully confident again.
It's completely different from the posture of being afraid of the powerful wizard just now. "Ha."
The Duke of Goroyas was obviously not surprised. He watched the shadow disappear from his room and played with the ring inlaid with dazzling gems in his hand.
"Soul Palace, such a magical organization, why are you so keen on collecting gold and gems?" A trace of doubt and thought appeared in his eyes.
My thoughts drifted back to the first time I encountered this organization.
That was the day when Morgan was born.
A wizard came to the door. They claimed to be hiding in the fairy tale of the soul hall, and felt that Morgan had the posture of a great witch and needed them to protect him.
Duke Goroyas didn't know what was wrong with these wizards, but he knew that as long as you add money, these wizards could have almost all tasks.
As for why you like money so much.
The wizards only answered one sentence, "The Lord likes to be shiny." Duke Goroyas didn't believe it very much. He had also contacted many clergy in his life.
However.
I have never heard of any god who has such a pragmatic habit. Duke Goroyas believed that there was another meaning behind this matter, just as this organization gave him a beautiful green hat every year, he also felt that the hat that was warm in winter and cool in summer also had a profound meaning behind it.
(This chapter ends)