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Volume 1 Chapter 135 The two meet again, a difficult enemy

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.    Chapter 135 The two meet again, a difficult enemy

    Although it is still early in the morning, in the atrium of Fort Fubo, the members of the guard have already begun rigorous training.  For some reason, the enthusiasm of the young men seems to be particularly high - no, to be more precise, it is as if they have taken stimulants, their blood is boiling, and every movement is full of murderous intent.

    On the outside of the training ground, a middle-aged man stood solemnly. Several places under his clothes were tightly wrapped in gauze, and he seemed to have been seriously injured.

    "Didn't I tell you to have a good rest? Why did you get up?" A slightly hoarse and intoxicating voice suddenly sounded from behind the man, "How is the injury healing?"

    "This small injury is not a problem, Lady Isabel." Hearing the sound, the man immediately turned around and saluted, then moved his limbs and replied in a relaxed tone, "Pastor Sid's healing technique has a remarkable effect. Over the past few days,  Even the burnt skin has grown back. It seems that when I get my salary this month, I¡¯d better donate more to the chapel. I¡¯m afraid there will be more opportunities to interact with him in the future.¡±

    "Humph, this matter won't end like this. These bold barbarians dare to openly attack the nobles of the kingdom. They are simply lawless." Isabel's face darkened and she said coldly, "I have already sent someone to notify Seba.  "Stian, if you think about it, he should have received the letter by now. When he comes back, Alati, the three of us will join forces this time to completely deal with those miscellaneous things."

    "It's just what I want." Arati's eyes flashed with a gloomy light, and he almost gritted his teeth and replied.

    During the bloody conflict a few days ago, the future master assassin lived up to expectations and decisively killed a careless enemy, but he was also seriously injured because of taking care of others.  If the other party had not expected to encounter such a difficult and powerful warrior and consumed too much magic on him, Isabel and her party would not have retreated so smoothly.

    Although he is very aware of the energy of those druids, Arati has grown up among wild nomads since he was a child. How could he simply suppress this humiliation and let it go?  As long as possible, he would naturally not be willing to let go of the opportunity for revenge.  You must know that the young man named Sebastian, who was only a mere magic apprentice at the beginning, was able to bring huge pressure to him, not to mention not long ago, that guy had officially become a magician, and  Is it easy to get along?  If he takes action, the result will naturally be very different.  After all, the land beneath your feet is that guy's property.  According to Arati's understanding of Sebastian, the young man who always seems to be calm and calm is definitely not the kind of weakling who doesn't react even after being hit in the face.

    While the two were talking, the sound of guards on duty came from the wall not far away.  (Hand, hit. The bar updates super fast)

    "Look, what is that?"

    "It looks like a horse? Damn it, how could there be a horse running so fast in this world? Am I dreaming?"

    "Captain, what should we do if that thing comes towards the castle? Should we put down the iron fence to stop it?"

    "Wait, let's take a look, there seems to be someone right away" Ete shouted loudly, reaching out to signal everyone not to panic.  After several battles, this newly formed escort team already had considerable coordination, and as the squad leader, Aite gradually developed his own prestige, and everyone soon calmed down.  "Huh? Wait a minute, that's¡ª¡ª"

    "It's your lord, it's your lord Sebastian." Etter put his hand on the awning and looked around. Suddenly he was startled and shouted loudly, "Open the door in the atrium and let the lord come in."

    Following his order, guards immediately went down to turn the huge lever button on the inside of the door.

    With the harsh sound of the chain churning, the several-meter-high door slowly separated to both sides.  A strange black horse rushed in from the castle gate in the blink of an eye. It barely slowed down and stopped silently in front of the main castle gate in the atrium.

    "When you mention the devil, it appears immediately (say Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here). What a coincidence." Isabel and Arati smiled at each other and walked quickly towards the main door.

    Although both of them guessed that the real owner of the territory under their feet would never sit back and ignore this matter, they did not expect that Sebastian would come back so quickly.

    "I have met you, sir." The guards knelt on one knee and saluted respectfully.  Miss Isabel, who usually acts as the lord's agent, is undoubtedly a goddess-like existence in the minds of these young men, but they also know very well that the handsome young man in front of them is their actual master.

    "Well, everyone, please get up." The young man on the phantom horse responded lightly, turned over and dismounted.  AlsoSeeing his movements, I didn't know when a delicate porcelain bottle appeared in my hand.  He tapped the bottom of the bottle with his ring finger, and Sebastian whispered words containing magic in his mouth.

    The Phantom Horse, which had been standing motionless, suddenly blurred for a moment, as if it had transformed from a semi-real body into an amorphous black-gray smoke in just one breath.  The next second, the porcelain bottle in Sebastian's hand seemed to have a strong suction force, completely absorbing the smoke that the Phantom Pony had transformed into.  He casually stuffed the porcelain bottle into the dimensional bag, and there was nothing next to the young man.

    The magic that happened right in front of them shocked everyone around them.

    Magic is magic, by the way. This lord of mine is a mysterious magician.

    The guards looked at the young man with eyes that were so indescribable. A simple glance contained respect, fear, fanaticism, envy and many other complex human psychological states.

    Even Isabel, who was walking faster from the other end of the field, couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, but the girl was also a warlock after all, and she immediately realized that the porcelain bottle was obviously a magic item.

    "Miss, I'm back." In the eyes of countless surprised eyes, Sebastian bent down and saluted meticulously.

    It is not an equal and concise mage ceremony between two magicians, but a formal ceremony from a vassal to the monarch.

    "Welcome home, my knight." The boy's actions made Isabel laugh heartily.  She opened her arms cheerfully and gave the boy a strong hug.

    The unique fragrance of the girl lingered in the nostrils. Even though there were several layers of clothes, Sebastian could almost feel the hot body temperature coming from Isabel's body.  When the hug ended and the girl took a step away, the young magician had to admit frankly to himself that he felt a little disappointed in his heart.

    "Are you okay? How is your wound recovering?" Sebastian asked with concern, glancing back and forth over Isabel.

    "It's just a few scratches. It will be fine the next day." Isabel patted Alati's shoulder next to her and said with a smile, "Thanks to Alati's protection."

    "Thank you." Sebastian nodded to the middle-aged man and said.  But when he saw the tight bandages exposed under the other party's clothes, he couldn't help but frown, stared into Alati's eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Even you were injured so badly?"

    "You're welcome As for these, they are just skin injuries." Arati twitched the corners of his mouth and replied uncomfortably.  Although he and Sebastian are both Isabel's subordinates, the relationship between them is very awkward. The boy is obviously the stronger one between the two, and he will not seek trouble by picking on the other's words.  prick.  Mopping the bandage on his arm, Arati said calmly, "The leading druid is wearing a sky blue robe and should be a 'Bad'. The rest are all green-robed 'Owad'. Then  This guy is very powerful and knows a spell that summons a double pillar of fire from the sky. It is so powerful that I almost couldn't withstand it. But I guess he won't be able to use it many times. Otherwise, we may not have the chance to meet again.  "

    Like other religions, most Druid orders that believe in nature also have strict class divisions.

    The lowest level apprentice is called "Owad". These students who follow their respective guides wear green robes, because green is the color that represents "learning" in the Druid ritual.  Ovald students do not bear religious obligations, but when their performance is recognized, they can be recognized by the druids and practice alone.

    The middle-level believers are called "Bards", and Bard students wear sky-blue robes, because sky-blue is the color that represents "balance" and "truth" in Druid ritual.  The Bards have the right to choose their own path of spiritual practice. Some of them travel around and gain enlightenment through personal experience of nature; some settle down in a fixed forest to protect the surrounding pure land.

    The highest-ranking member of the order is the "Druid" - although this title has been commonly used by people who are not aware of the esoteric rituals to refer to all orders of the order.  Druids are priests of the order who can independently perform religious rituals, and serve as guides and guides for those who participate in the "Druid Mystery" practice.  Druids wear white robes embroidered with gold thread, because white symbolizes purity in Druid religion, and gold symbolizes the sun that nourishes all things.  Although the sun that druids believe in is not exactly the same as the sun god Helios, they cannot tell the difference between the two. It is not uncommon for druids to directly believe in the gods of nature and hold the profession of priest.

    The highest priest who stands at the top of the entire order is revered as the "Arch Druid", and he is regarded as the supreme elder of the Druid order.  There will only be one Grand Master in each sect at the same time.The druid, when he merges into the embrace of nature, will be re-elected by the druids.  However, there are also opinions that the title of Grand Druid is hereditary. In addition, there are also opinions that this level is only an honorary title. Like the modern Grand Master of Freemasonry, it is only awarded to elected people with the highest knowledge, character and contribution.  It has no practical significance.  Of course, there is no final conclusion outside the Druid Order as to what the specific situation is.

    The Druid Order is usually not as public as the Church of the Gods, so not many people know the inside story.  Arati also got some inside information because he had communicated with the Druid during his long adventure.

    "Yes, that kind of fire is very weird. I was just scratched a little and was burned immediately." Isabel frowned, recalling the situation at that time, "You know, ordinary flames should be difficult to deal with.  I cause harm.¡±

    "The Druid magic that can form double-color flames should be the fourth-level magic - flame strike. This magic seems to be all fire, but in fact half of it is flame, and the other half is pure divine damage. Even if you  It's useless to have a certain degree of fire resistance." Sebastian pondered for a moment and said slowly, "Can I use level four magic? It seems that the trouble this time is really not small."
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