Chapter 132: The Attraction of Kalia Magic to Mages

Chapter 132: The Attraction of Kalia Magic to Mages

In October of the year 2174 of the new calendar, the city of Val was attacked by demons. The entire city was destroyed, and only a few people who had gone out survived.

Thanks to the efforts of Sword Saint Japar, professors of the Magic Association, and local adventurers and nobles, all the demons who killed innocent people were killed.

The investigation into the purpose, method, time, etc. of the demons' invasion of Val City is being carried out in full swing. Although the demon attacks have become more and more frequent in recent years, there has never been a situation like Val City, which is far away from the border but was still killed by the demons.

People had to consider whether the demons had invaded deeper into the society, and the world was demanding more accurate detection magic. This made the scholars in the Magic Association who were responsible for researching and updating magic sweat profusely, because they really didn't know how the demons could lurk in human society without being discovered.

The anti-demon movement is growing stronger and stronger, and even the number of soldiers joining the border troops is increasing rapidly, causing the border generals to quickly come out to explain that the duty of the border guards is to defend rather than attack. After all, humans cannot adapt to the miasma of the western continent.

To some extent, Doslepo really did a great job. If he were still alive, his score would probably be very high.

The massacre of a city should be an event worthy of mourning, and the grievances of the dead are still waiting to be resolved.

But the emotions of the living must also be taken care of, especially after experiencing a battle that makes their SAN value drop wildly, they urgently need relaxation to soothe their spirits.

So on the second day after the battle, a celebration banquet that lasted all night was held in the city of Bed.

The theme of this banquet is two words: eat and drink!

The ingredients from the gourmet area and the treasured stocks of various taverns were all moved to the street. A huge bonfire was lit in the central square of the city. All kinds of exaggerated gourmet creatures were roasted on the fire, and the aroma filled the entire city.

There are even more ingredients that can be eaten directly without cooking, such as roasted whole pigs, most of which are sponsored by the Bed family, and the rest come from support from various businessmen.

There were no exaggerated decorations in the city. They just called in a few magicians to make some colorful balls of light on the streets. Every once in a while, magic fireworks would explode in the sky. Count Charon described it as "using fireworks to bid farewell to the dead."

In fact, it was a bit inappropriate to hold a banquet at this juncture. If anyone wanted, they could use it as an excuse to make Charon drink a pot of wine at the king's place.

However, Charon did one thing better than his father Philip. He knew exactly which group of people the city of Bed City relied on to maintain its vitality. Yes, it was the adventurers.

So even if someone would complain about him, he was determined to hold a banquet today to reward the adventurers who had contributed the most!

Of course, the Holy Light Church, the Magic Association and the like cannot be left out, but unfortunately they don't seem to be in the mood to attend the banquet.

The streets were bustling with people, and from time to time you could see people lying on the side of the road holding wine barrels, some sleeping soundly, and some singing out-of-tune songs.

Bards go out in groups, and wherever there are bonfires and delicious food, that is the gathering point for the banquet. They play instruments that are either exquisite or old, and chant legendary poems.

Someone has already arranged the Battle of Val City into a song. Although some parts of it sound immature, it still attracts the most listeners because people like to follow hot topics.

Hmm? This guy looks familiar. It seems that he was the one who composed the song that recorded Sean's rampage and the earlier Count Philip's golden song.

In the tavern on the street, Drew stood by the bed and looked down at the crowd, gulping down a glass of beer without any reaction. Dwarves are born drinking heroes.

"What are you thinking about, standing by the window pretending to be lonely?"

Roger, who was drunk, suddenly put his arm around his shoulders and leaned on him. He had drunk too much and his steps began to tremble.

"【Low-level healing spell】" Drew cast a spell on him, and the latter suddenly woke up and said with an unhappy look on his face:

"What are you doing? The highest state of drinking is to enjoy the feeling of being tipsy!"

"You are completely drunk, not tipsy."

Drew glanced at him with disdain and said:

"I was just wondering why the professors from the association would come to a place like this. Are they not doing research anymore?"

"Then go ask them directly," Roger waved his hand. "I'm going to continue drinking. Now is the time to relax. Let's not talk about work."

"I asked, and they said someone discovered a new school of magic in the Thane dungeon."

Drew's words made Roger stop in his tracks. He turned his head and asked, "Tell me more."

After a moment, he nodded thoughtfully and said to himself:

"Star magic is what they use in Val City, right? No wonder I've never seen magic like that before."

"It has been many years since a new school of magic has appeared in the magic world. If star magic is confirmed to be real, it is no wonder that it has attracted the attention of the association."

Roger completely forgot that he also possessed [Night Magic Gravel] which had a similar origin to star magic. Perhaps he was so focused on the monsters that he didn't pay much attention to studying magic.

"But I still don't understand," he looked at Drew, "those professors are so arrogant. If you go over and ask them, will they tell you the reason?"

"No, they came to me."

Drew ordered another beer and said:

"The news about star magic was told to the association by a stranger. The professors came here to exchange ideas about magic with that person, but they couldn't get in touch with him. They asked me to go over and ask if I knew who in Bede City best matched the stranger's feelings."

He drank the beer in one gulp, slammed the glass heavily on the windowsill, and cursed:

"As soon as I said I didn't know, those bastards kicked me out! Damn it, they just know a little more magic than me, why the hell are they so proud!"

Roger immediately showed an expression of understanding. He thought Drew had something important to discuss with him.

It turns out that after all the fuss, I just came to vent my anger on him. This old dwarf can be unexpectedly funny sometimes.

"That's right, you just learned a little more magic than us, what's so arrogant about that!" Roger immediately echoed and smashed the wine glass on the windowsill. The two looked at each other and smiled at each other, saying "You are a very smart guy."

The bar waiter's voice sounded faintly behind him.

"My dear guests, if you damage the wine glasses and the windowsill, you will have to pay for it."

“.”

Roger threw a few silver coins into her hands, and she immediately ran over pushing a cart of empty wine glasses.

"You can smash as much as you want!"

Roger ignored the waiter and asked, "What happened to Sword Saint Japar? Was he really attracted by the teardrop larvae?"

"Could it be fake?"

Drew asked back, "We were lucky enough to receive his training thanks to the information about the teardrop larvae. After so many days, it's not surprising that he came here in person."

Roger stroked his thick beard, wondering which one was stronger, the Sword Master or the Fran Undead Squad, and whether he could use the power of the Sword Master to conquer the mutated Sen dungeon.

If I could get into the Sword Master's team and do some odd jobs, I would be able to get a place on the clearance monument and also get some first-clearance rewards.

Maybe he could ask the Sword Master to help him fight monsters and then he could throw the Poké Ball to catch them? No, no, no, there's no way he could possibly listen to me.

Thinking of the exciting things, Roger couldn't help but pull out a few strands of his beard.

"Why are you pulling my beard, you bastard!" Drew immediately chased him and beat him up, and the pub was filled with a happy atmosphere.

On a protruding hill on the outskirts of Bed City, a pack of wolves looked up at the round moon, and the more they looked, the more they wanted to go up and take a bite.

Dahl was lying on the grass looking at the night sky. His expression looked a little confused.

This phenomenon is generally called "revenge emptiness syndrome." People who take revenge as their life goal often fall into a period of emptiness after successfully taking revenge. They don't know how to spend the rest of their days. After all, their biggest life goal has disappeared, and they feel bored doing anything.

Then go challenge the Fran Undead Squad?

There is no way he can win. The French greatsword in his hand was given to him by someone out of pity for him. Maybe they admire his perseverance, or maybe they are simply annoyed by him.

So much so that Dahl was embarrassed to continue going.

The city of Bed was bustling, but the wolves couldn't get into the city, so he simply stayed outside with his old friends.

No one on the battlefield noticed that he had killed Doslebo, and he had no intention of bragging about it. Until now, people still thought that Doslebo had escaped.

Isn't it good to keep your achievements and fame hidden?

A magic firework went in the wrong direction and rushed out of Bed City, exploding with colorful colors outside, which also attracted him to look to the southwest, which was the direction of Val City. A road connected the two cities.

I'm afraid that there won't be any more carriages coming from there for a long time. The city of Val is gone, and even the buildings have been assimilated by the flesh and blood monsters and dissipated when they died.

Those who survived have lost their homes and cannot find the bodies of their loved ones. They are probably crying somewhere now.

Dahl couldn't help but clench his fists. Everything was the fault of the demons. If this race had never existed,

Wait, why can't the demons be exterminated?

If someone could come out and form an army specifically to fight against the demons, if that army could kill the demons to extinction,

Why can't that person be me?

When he thought of this, Dal's mind was filled with thoughts and many ideas flashed through his mind.

So he turned over.

However, his gaze met a pair of blinking eyes.

“Wow!”

Dahl was so scared that he jumped up from the ground. The wolves were also scared by him and one of them bit its tongue.

"You, you, you," he pointed at the person in front of him, "When did you come here?"

"Hey," Malu stuck out her tongue, "I finally found you."

"What do you want from me?" Dar asked in confusion.

"Come and see our great hero,"

What great hero?

Malu suddenly took out a photo stone, infused it with a little magic power, and an image appeared in the air.

The picture shows a man howling like a wolf and fighting with evil demons. The shooting angle is just right, allowing people to see the whole picture clearly. The battle between the two protagonists is very tense and it looks so cool.

What confused Dahl was that the man howling like a wolf looked more and more like him.

"Where did you get this from?" he asked with a dull look.

"I don't know, but it has spread all over the city."

Spread all over the city! ?

Dar was struck by lightning and opened his mouth wide, unable to speak for a long time.

Malu stood on tiptoe and patted his shoulder, saying with a little envy:

"You're going to be famous, boy."

(End of this chapter)

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