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Volume 1 Chapter 159 Special Spellcasting Training, Firm and Cold Faith

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    "Pay attention to the foot plate! Left foot! Right foot! Move¡ª¡ª!"

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    "Your steps are indeed messed up, sir." The Arati scimitar was handed to his left hand, and his right hand was stretched out to the young monarch who fell to the ground. "I have already reminded you that you want to be distracted from releasing magic during close combat.  , it¡¯s not as easy as it sounds.¡±.

    "I have already been mentally prepared for this, my dear martial arts master." Isabel held Alati's hand and stood up from the ground. Then she dusted herself off and replied with a smile.  , "But it's not enough if I don't work harder. At least on the path of arcane magic, Sebastian is already far ahead of me."

    "You don't have to force yourself to compare with that one." Alati's facial muscles twisted slightly and he said dullly, "Even if I really don't want to say this in my heart, I have to admit that he was born to be a magician.  . In the past thirty years, I have traveled to more than a dozen countries, large and small, and I have never heard of a genius younger and more talented than him. No, he is not just a genius, he is simply a monster."

    "Yes," Isabel's eyes seemed a little blurred and she muttered to herself, "A genius"

    "But having said that, sir, are you sure that this kind of training is really effective?" Not noticing the girl's brief trance, Alati turned back to the topic at hand and said, "I mean, in my impression, the magicians'  The standard image is mostly a light outfit such as a robe, but you are wearing leather armor now, is that really okay? Won't it have any adverse effects on magic?"

    "You seem to have misunderstood something, my martial arts master. People often have various misunderstandings about the mystery of magicians. The nonsense that 'steel repels magic' is just one of them. If this sentence  If the words are true, then how could your magic scimitar be made?" Isabel gently tapped the leather armor on her body and explained patiently, "I think you also need to understand this. Generally speaking,  It is said that the less mobile armor is, the easier it is to cause posture errors during spell casting. However, as long as you avoid using spells that contain posture components, in fact any magician can wear a tight full-body armor without any obstacles.  A casts a spell. Likewise, the posture deformation caused by the limitations of armor can be completely overcome as long as one is willing to spend time and effort to practice."

    "Then why didn't they do this?" The middle-aged man seemed to be a little confused. "I once saw with my own eyes a spell caster who was killed by flying arrows in a chaotic battle. If that guy could be more effective at that time,  To protect himself, just by wearing an extra piece of cotton armor, maybe he wouldn't have to die."

    "The reason why magicians don't use more defensive heavy armor is just because they don't want to spend precious time on specialized armor-casting training. As you can see now. This kind of training requires good physical fitness, and  This is precisely one of the areas they are not so good at." Isabel joked sarcastically, "Our human life is short compared with other intelligent races, so the limited time and energy must be allocated reasonably to more efficient development.  Direction up. According to the official point of view of the Magician Tower, it seems that the vast majority of magicians believe that instead of wasting time trying to find ways to cover themselves with an extra layer of turtle shells, it is better to master one or two more spells.  The effect is even greater.¡±

    "That's it." Arati nodded thoughtfully, but then looked at the girl with doubtful eyes.

    "I'm different from them." It's like I feel the other party's doubts.  Isabel said calmly, "The process of discovering the power of bloodline is too uncontrollable. I can't completely place my expectations on it. I still need to do some exercises to pass the time. Moreover, according to my true intention, I also  I don¡¯t want to leave behind the martial arts I have practiced for many years. Magic is power, and so is the sword in my hand. I believe that one day, I will be able to use these two powers at the same time."

    "I have confidence in you." The middle-aged man looked at Isabel in front of him with a complicated expression, and the figure of another equally young girl seemed to appear in front of his eyes, "If it is you, you will definitely be able to do it."

    "Haha, I'm also looking forward to that moment." Isabel moved her neck and shoulders, picked up the sword on the ground with her feet, and quickly grabbed it in her hand, "Then continue. After we get used to this hard leather armor, we  Let¡¯s try some heavier chain armor and scale armor.¡±

    "Then I won't let you offend me anymore, sir." The scimitar in Alati's hand danced in a circle of light, and he said with a chuckle.

    Just when the two were about to continue training, there was a rush of footsteps in the distance.  For experienced warriors, it is undoubtedly easy to identify.?, the owner of these footsteps was trotting in the direction of the two of them.

    Soon after the two of them put away their weapons in tacit agreement, they saw the figure of Sir Malone coming out of the corner of the wall.  Sebastian generously gave Malone the title of "Sir" not long ago, but firstly, the territory's business happened to be in a busy period of growth, and he was needed to preside over it; secondly, Malone himself was not a local, except for him.  Apart from the unfamiliar knights of the Wamborn family, there were no relatives or friends to attend, so there was no grand arrangement.  Although he has the status of lifelong knight, it is not hereditary. Therefore, Malone still serves Isabel as the steward in Fort Fubo.

    Finding that the owner not far away had noticed his approach and was patiently waiting for him, Malone quickened his pace again, but still followed the etiquette of the nobles and asked Isabel and Alaa questions.

    "What happened?" After returning the greeting cordially, Isabel was the first to ask.

    "A little trouble, sir." Malon shook his head and reported cautiously, "Do you still remember that more than half a month ago, we sent a messenger to some of the fiefs you purchased?"

    "Of course." Isabel nodded slightly and said.  "For those remote villages that cannot be relocated to the area near Salanvanya, I ask the local residents to move here collectively as soon as possible before winter. The expansion of production in the brandy distillery requires sufficient workers and meager wages.  Compared with the fief annuity, those populations are much more important to us."

    "That's the problem. My lord. It seems that some people are not willing to move from the village where they have lived for half their lives to a distant and unfamiliar place." Malon explained with a wry smile, "We sent  The people were detained and suffered a bit."

    "How could such a thing happen? Didn't I specifically instruct the messengers who went to each village to explain everything that happened in detail? Didn't he dutifully convey it to the local villagers that I had done something for my subjects?  Are you ready for your new home?" Isabel frowned dissatisfied, "It will be planned, designed, and built by Solens City's first-class construction team. When the immigrants arrive, what they will see will be a fully equipped home.  town. In the near future, we will fill in any missing parts one by one. As the first residents of this new town, they should be grateful to be able to escape the status of sharecroppers."

    "But sir, you have to understand," Malon suddenly felt a little dizzy, "most of them have probably never even heard of your name. Let alone obey your orders."

    There is no doubt that the young girl is a monarch who makes people feel like a spring breeze and is very pleasant to get along with. However, there are factors such as status, position, experience, age, etc.  After all, it still gave her some limitations in some aspects.  Just like now, Malone found out in distress.  The girl seems to be stubborn in believing that as long as she issues an order, her nominal subjects must obey it.

    "According to the constitution of the Kingdom of Dravel. Serfs are attached to the fief, and I have the right to decide how to deal with my private property. If someone refuses to carry out my orders, then as the owner of the territory, I will have the right to use  Use all necessary means to enforce it." Isabel stated the cold facts word for word with an expressionless face.

    Just when the two people on the side were a little uneasy, thinking that this young female lord might finally have anger, Isabel suddenly laughed.  She smiled happily, as if something happy had happened to her.

    "If he were here, he would definitely put on that serious expression and lecture me in a self-righteous manner, 'Miss, you have to get used to some things.'" The girl's eyes looked blankly into the distance.  Somewhere, it seems to be temporarily caught in the ripples of memory.  Her expression was sometimes sad, sometimes firm, and there was even a trace of ferocity in the occasional glance, and she had no idea what she was thinking.

    The most embarrassing moment as a subordinate is when your boss inadvertently shows a gaffe in front of you.  Afraid of alarming his monarch, Malone looked at the family martial arts master for help with some embarrassment, but was annoyed to find that the other party had no intention of helping him, and was looking at the white clouds in the sky in rapt attention, as if they were flying over there.  Like a giant dragon.

    Separated by several walls, the slogans of the newly recruited guardsmen training hard sounded loudly from time to time.  But among the three of them, it seemed too quiet, and it was a bit scary.

    "Yes, I am quite used to it now. You see, my dear Sebastian, this time - no, from now on, I no longer need you to remind me of this."  Isabel's voice was still low, but??Everyone can hear it. As each word is spoken slowly, the determination contained in those hoarse and magnetic words gradually takes shape, and finally builds an immovable fortress of faith, "I, Isabel."  ?Jane Wamborn, this is the path I have chosen, and I will go all the way without hesitation."

    With the girl's breathing, the surrounding air began to tremble slightly, as if some colorful light was struggling to burst out from the void.

    ¡°Ah¡ª¡± Malone¡¯s exclamation woke Isabel out of her trance, and the slight vision immediately disappeared without a trace.

    "Alati!" Isabel turned to look at her trusted martial arts master.

    "Waiting for your order, my lord." Even though he was a powerful warrior who had experienced hundreds of battles, Alati was slightly shocked by the cold determination conveyed in the girl's eyes. He involuntarily touched his chest with his right arm and bent  Yao responded respectfully.

    "Didn't you always say that my escort team lacks some real experience? Now the opportunity has come. You will personally lead the team and go to the villages that rejected me, Arati. I want you to ensure that they deeply understand  Make mistakes and correct them immediately." Isabel paused for a moment and said word by word, "If someone stubbornly refuses my kindness again, you know what to do."

    The middle-aged man lowered his head quietly.

    "Your enemy is my mortal enemy." He said flatly, "I will not be merciful to my enemies."

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