Chapter 46: The Master and the Apprentice (Please read! Please recommend!)
Chapter 46: Master and Apprentice
Bruno's idea of combining wind magic with arrows was mainly inspired by the sniper in his previous life.
Based on the principle of capturing the leader first, if you can shoot and kill the enemy's general at the beginning of the war, you can gain a great strategic advantage.
Even if you fail to kill the enemy successfully, it can still cause great deterrence to the enemy and boost morale.
"After all, I'm alone. I won't go to repair the road. Give me more time. I will try to build the framework of the enchanted weapon as soon as possible." Anel said.
"Ah? You're not going to the road repair?"
"Of course not! I have to research weapon enchantments and repair roads. I'm the only mage in the entire Idar County. Where do I find so much free time?" Anel said with a dark face.
"Speaking of you being the only mage... By the way, have you mailed your letter?"
Bruno suddenly remembered that he had suggested to Arnel that he could invite some of his classmates to visit Idar.
"The letter has been sent out for some time. I guess... it should have arrived soon..."
"By the way... where did you learn magic?"
"The Imperial Capital, St. Lawrence."
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The cold wind of early spring blew across the boundless land, moving all the way south from the northernmost province of Angelus, crossing the blocked mountains, traversing the vast forests, carrying with it the chill from the northern border of the empire, traveling thousands of miles in one day, and finally invading the heart and lungs of the Norman Empire - the city of St. Lawrence.
Passing through the civilian residential area with a mixed smell of earth and poverty, and passing the aristocratic mansions that are still lush and luxurious in winter, a huge and solemn building, like a sleeping dragon crawling on the ground, abruptly lies between the imperial palace and the inner city.
Its spacious and bright steps are paved with smooth marble slabs. The twenty-one steps from bottom to top symbolize the twenty-one provinces under the rule of the Norman Empire when this building was built.
Ninety-nine light grey marble columns support the pale golden roof with gilding. Each column is a masterpiece of stone carving, showing the glory and prosperity of the empire to the world.
The white walls are decorated with expensive purple satin, and the eagle emblem of the Norman royal family is painted on the silky satin. The eagle with spread wings seems to be scanning the countless creatures bowing at its feet with its sharp eyes.
The three blue carpets on the steps and the purple eagle on the wall complement each other, and an aura of dignity fills the air silently.
This is the Regency Council of the Norman Empire, a power body composed of five titled dukes and hundreds of nobles of all sizes.
This advisory body, which was born during the reign of "Wise King" Heller Alexander, has finally become a behemoth comparable to the royal family after hundreds of years of growth.
It is a symbol of power, a business card of wealth, and a product of the game between the nobles of the Norman Empire and the imperial power. Countless nobles have stood in the hall of the Regency Council and used touching words to seek hidden interests for themselves...
About four blocks west of the Regency Council, a row of towering wizard towers stand on Alfaro Street. From a distance, you can see the Gothic spires piercing the sky.
Each towering wizard tower symbolizes a famous wizard and the wizard heritage of a certain faction.
Arnel's teacher, the archmage Gran Galvin, lives in one of the mage towers.
He is not only a great wizard, he is also the specially appointed wizard consultant in the city of St. Lawrence to Duke Rune, the chief financial officer of the empire and one of the five grand dukes who control the Regency Council.
In addition, he is also one of the elders of the Mages Guild and the most famous archmage in the Norman Empire today.
Wright stood by the window at the stairs, looking at the solemn palace and the majestic Regency Council in the distance.
The vast St. Lawrence stretches as far as the eye can see, with nobles’ mansions and castles scattered around and a constant stream of people on the open streets.
Luxurious carriages passed among the common people, and knights in armor rode their horses to guard the stability of the center of power.
Wright was originally just an ordinary person living in the western part of the empire. Even going back three generations, his parents were just ordinary civilians.
But perhaps God opened his eyes, and after Wright was born, he was able to feel the magical elements in this world.
It was for this reason that the local lord reported his existence to the Mages Guild, and Gran Galvin happened to be the rotating archmage in charge of the western part of the empire at that time.
It was natural for Wright to become Grant Galvin's disciple.
However, with his mediocre talent, he was far from being as popular with the teacher as his senior brothers and sisters. Although they lived in the same mage tower, he often only saw his teacher once every three or four months or even half a year.
He was also very clear about his own abilities. If the Mage Guild had not stipulated that every archmage must recruit at least two apprentices every year, Master Galvin would never have allowed himself to become his apprentice.
I remember when he first arrived in St. Lawrence, Wright was shocked by everything in this giant city.
He had beautiful aspirations and a desire to succeed, and he fantasized that one day he would own a wizard tower of his own in the center of the empire, allowing his family to achieve a class leap.
However...ideals are full, but reality is skinny.
Master Galvin has so many disciples, not only talented disciples with outstanding talents, but also aristocratic apprentices with strong backgrounds. As a result, a civilian apprentice with mediocre qualifications like him... can only do odd jobs in the Mage Tower.
Up to now, Master Galvin had only personally instructed him three times, and each time he had only done a cursory job.
So much so that Wright taught himself almost all of his basic magic.
At this moment, two mage apprentices came downstairs one after the other. The leading male mage said casually, "Wright! I accidentally broke the water cup in the practice room. Go upstairs and clean it up later!"
"Okay..." Light whispered.
The male wizard's name is Reagan. He is Master Galvin's favorite student and has the opportunity to receive personal instruction from Master Galvin almost every week. At the age of 24, he has already learned all the basic spells and has started learning intermediate spells not long ago.
That’s right, Wright’s daily task now is to clean the spell training rooms on the fifth and sixth floors of the Mage Tower.
There are many other apprentice mages doing the same job in this mage tower. They all came to St. Lawrence with great aspirations, but succumbed to the cruel reality after years of hardship...
There were no bloody scenes of insults and slaps in the face, nor were there any familiar plots of deliberately finding faults, because for those talented mage apprentices in the Mage Tower, apprentices like Wright were just passing clouds. They had never looked at them straight in the eye, and they didn't even know the names of these apprentices...
When Wright arrived at the spell training room on the fifth floor, everyone there had left.
He calmly used a broom to sweep away the broken cups and water stains on the floor of the training room. Then Wright took out his staff and began to practice the basic magic he had taught himself.
While practicing, other mage apprentices walked in cautiously.
They are all wizard apprentices who are usually disliked by Wizard Galvin, and can only come here quietly to practice while others go to enjoy dinner.
"Wright..." an apprentice suddenly shouted.
Wright turned around and saw that it was Watson who lived in the room next to his.
"What's wrong?" Wright put down his staff and asked.
"A letter from Arnel!" Watson waved an envelope in his hand.
"What are you talking about?" Wright asked quickly.
Unlike other wizard apprentices, although Anel's magical talent is mediocre, Galvin will not ignore him because of his father, Duke Rune.
However, as if he realized that Galvin was only taught well by his father, Duke Rune, the always strong-willed Anel simply left the Mage Tower without saying a word.
It was in this training room that Wright and Arnel met. Arnel, who refused to admit defeat, met Wright, who taught himself magic. The two people with different identities and status had endless things to say to each other...
Watson looked around, then leaned over to Wright's ear and whispered, "He invited us to Idar!"
"Idar? Where is this?"
"It's a noble territory in the easternmost part of the empire. I haven't heard of it before." Watson replied.
"Just...why go there?" Wright asked puzzledly.
"He said that he met a very powerful wizard there! A wizard who had never accepted any apprentices before! And... it is said that the wizard has extremely high attainments in magic!" Watson said excitedly.
"How is this possible?" Wright asked back.
"Every wizard needs to register with the Norman Empire Wizards Guild, unless... is that the arch wizard from the Kingdom of Basel!?!" At this point, Wright's eyes suddenly widened.
"Shh..." Watson quickly covered Wright's mouth: "Speak softly..."
"Do you think what Arnel said is true? Should we go?" Watson asked.
"But if that is really the great wizard from the Kingdom of Basel, is it inappropriate for us to go there like this?"
"What are you afraid of? Arnel is the son of Duke Rune. Even he doesn't care about these things. Why should you, an ordinary civilian mage, worry about these things?"
"I need to think about it..."
"I still need to contact other people. Tell me when you've made up your mind. In short... I will never give up such an opportunity! Instead of sweeping the floor in this wizard tower for the rest of my life, I might as well go out and explore the world! Life and death are determined by fate, success or failure is up to God!" Watson said.
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Three days later, at midnight.
Nearly ten wizard apprentices who still cherished the dream of becoming great wizards walked out of different wizard towers. They walked together, heading east along Alfaro Avenue, leaving the most magnificent and spectacular city in the Norman Empire.
They left Saint Lawrence behind and headed towards the easternmost noble territory of the continent...
And Wright is one of them.
There is one update today, and I have combined some chapters a bit, mainly to make a transition. We will enter a new plot tomorrow.
(End of this chapter)
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