Chapter 189
Fresh Walker Manor-leaving from Ebodon West city gate, it takes about half a day to arrive. Unlike the slightly cramped, dirty, and even run-down south of the city, the surrounding environment is almost similar to many villages in Lotaire, with shades of trees scattered, and there are quietly flowing rivers not far away.
It is said that there are many rich people’s ancestral homes and manors around here, although as one of the very best cities in the entire empire, both living conditions and all kinds of goods are available in Eboden. But not everyone is keen on the noisy city life.
This is especially true for wizards who are keen on research and are extremely lacking in social activities-Robert Freswalker, whom Loren is going to visit, is one of them.
Member of Eboden’s "Liberty Council", one of the twelve elders of the nine-pointed star wizard tower, the Freswalker family patriarch... Then, it is said that he was once a mentor to Dean Peter.
This Master specializes in mysticism and spell studies, and Dean Peter and Dalton instructor are in similar situations. Considering that he specializes in spell, he can barely be regarded as the...great-grandchild of the Freyswalker Master.
Although I have already sighed once, Loren could not help but sigh when he heard this. The circle of wizard world is really small, even if you just walk out the door, you can come across this "Zeng grandfather" is a terrifying name.
Although it is not a luxurious manor, Loren still kept as respectful and humble as possible. He got off his horse at the gate of the manor and handed the "invitation card" to the servant outside the door.
After waiting patiently for two quarters of an hour, the servant who informed him finally turned back and led him into the main building of the manor, a place that looked like a book tower.
Entering the main building, Loren discovered that it is simply a small collection tower-both on the side of the stairs and the surrounding walls have been transformed into bookshelves, full of large and small without leaving gaps. All kinds of books, even the air is filled with a strong smell of parchment and ink.
Not only that, even if he is just walking on the stairs, he can clearly feel the remnants of the void power contained in the air. It is so strong that this Master may have been doing everyday all here. Experiments with high-level spells.
I didn't bring Asriel, it was a wise decision.
Under the leadership of the servant, the black hair wizard came to the door of Third Layer, which looked like the Master’s private room. Knocked gently on the door, and the respectful servant nodded and bowed his waist: "Master Robert Freswalker, the guest is here."
There was no answer, just a few crisp sounds from the room. The knocking sound is like the sound of knocking a pipe. The servant who had passed the notification immediately opened the door and made a please gesture to Loren: "You can go in."
What is this, some kind of special signal?
Looking at the servant, Loren glanced into the door before moving in.
The room is not spacious, but it is a perfect mysticism laboratory-a corner filled with books, a variety of bronze and silver props and equipment, a circular platform for meditation , And...absolutely quiet silent wall.
For the wizards of mysticism, there is probably nothing more important than silence.
"I extend my sincere regards to you, next to Ain·Lan..."
"Come on, I have time to listen to you lying here, it’s better to watch more A book." Standing in front of Loren was a short and thin old man, who looked ridiculously dressed in a plump wizard robe, and "sharp in each other" with the few white hair on top of his head.
Tieting, big head, and a pair of energetic, but already dim eyes, plus a messy beard-this is the spell studies and mysticism master of the nine-pointed star wizard tower, Luo Bell Freswalker.
The old man’s right hand is holding a beautiful meerschaum pipe, smoking it "click", his yellowed eyes are still looking at Loren respectfully standing in front of him, like Is looking at the fineness of a certain work.
"Peter’s student, I know who you are, so I don’t need to talk nonsense. I will be able to live within a few days at my age." Robert Fresswalker Master, with his head up, was angry Fully: "So I will be brief and concise.
You want to pass the test three days later and get the qualifications recognized by the nine-pointed star wizard tower, and I am one of your three certifiers, but Three days later, I have a very troublesome research to be done, so let’s just do it today!"
"Today?!"
"Why, do you have an opinion?" The old man's expression Very unhappy-although Loren hadn't seen him smile since he entered the door.
"No, I'm just a little confused." Of course, Loren admitted that it was impossible, and asked with a smile: "The test does not require three wizards at the same time..."
"Three, which Need three?!" Fresswalker Master coldly snorted: "I said you passed, you are qualified; if I say you failed, then no one speaks!"
This He is a rather arrogant and authoritative old man in the nine-pointed star wizard tower, and he has certain real power. Loren was slightly nodded, and he confirmed his guess at first.
"I owe a great favor to the Corona family. Considering that you are a student of Peter, you can barely count as 1/4/2021 Eboden wizard, so I promised them to give you this opportunity-no matter you What tricks are you going to play in three days, you have to change it for me now, do you want to give you a few minutes to prepare?" Fresswalker stared at him, "click" and smoked his pipe.
Loren felt that he might finally understand what was going on.
This Fresswalker Master from the very beginning does not intend to pass the test at all, or has some kind of mentality to make things difficult for himself-this is also in line with the exclusive characteristics of Eboden’s wizards. I always despise the wizard from outside.
In contrast, because of Dean Peter’s relationship, he has recovered some "scores" for him—in other words, he gave Freyswalker a reason to pass and was barely Being part of Eboden is like being a distant cousin of a Great Family.
Of course, the most important thing is still the Corona family standing behind. The black hair wizard is really unclear. This family has been showing good things to himself since he came to Eboden. What are you thinking about?
The more you show your favor, the more it makes Loren feel jealous—the other party shows their strength almost unabashedly, and can even blackmail Freswalk, the tenth of the nine-pointed star wizard tower. One of the two elders.
What's more terrifying is that all the people who take the initiative to help are actually people who have a relationship with them. Obviously, the other party has already made their identity and origins very clear.
What are they going to do?
"What are you doing there, I don't have time to spend it with you!"
The Fresswalker Master who noticed the black hair wizard "wandered" was very dissatisfied, I became more and more impatient, and the sound of smoking a pipe became louder and louder: "For the sake of the good child of Peter, I can give you five minutes!"
The "good child" of Peter... …Loren’s right eye jumped, I am afraid that in this eyes, he is at best a baby-level wizard.
After thinking for a moment, Loren quickly guessed the other party's intentions, as well as his own capital. After one minute, there was a black hair wizard who didn’t know what to do, and there was a confident smile on the corner of his mouth:
"Fresh Walker Master, can you tell me about the research that left you with no time to care for him? , What is it?"
"en?" The old man looked at Loren with a very distrustful look, his eyes full of sarcasm: "If I told you, you wouldn't say that you just have a way Solve it?
Many of the apprentices I have brought have touched this kind of cleverness, but let me make it clear that I can’t tolerate cleverness here-if you can’t solve it, you can’t get anything out of it. A trick that can prove your level, you have to get out!"
"I have always been very confident in myself, Freswalk Master." Loren bowed humbly, with a faint smile on his face "Please give me a chance."
"Don't blame me for not reminding you!" The old man tilted his eyes, turned his back and paced: "This is proposed by an apprentice named Isaac Grantham Guess, although it's ridiculous, I find it particularly interesting..."
When I heard that name, the smile on Loren's face immediately collapsed.