Dear Broom Knight

His Majesty the King was too dazzling, and those two older princes were indeed quite troublesome... perhaps out of sympathy for them being stuck as heirs with no hope of seeing the light of day until they died, many high-ranking nobles were quite tolerant of them.

Of course, not everyone was so good-tempered.

Mainly, who wanted to be desperately targeted by these two who could easily go off the rails?

Even if you were right, what good would come of destroying the King's own sons?

In any case, the troubles these two caused were still within certain limits. At least, those high-ranking nobles who were dragged in were basically willing, or willing because of inseparable relatives. Others were fine as long as they stayed away.

It was only the lesser nobles who suffered, especially those who couldn't escape their struggles on their own.

But, having the chance to struggle was already His Majesty the King's mercy... In other countries, for the weak to dare to struggle was a provocation.

Of course, if you later gained powerful strength and chose to take revenge, no one would stop a 'righteous revenge'.

Anyway, smart people knew that it was best not to go too far, unless you could completely eradicate the problem.

However, this was a fantasy world, and no one knew who might suddenly possess incredible power. Everyone could basically maintain a superficial harmony.

So, Lowry suddenly understood one thing: the most likely reason why all sorts of things were suddenly concentrated in the Montesberd Earldom was that his biological father had done something.

That's why His Majesty the King said they were a pair of muddleheads... everything revolved around them, yet they themselves knew nothing.

Already sitting in his small laboratory, with all kinds of equipment neatly arranged, Lowry sat on the thick floor, a long, perfectly air-dried hawthorn branch in front of him.

The slightly yellow outer skin, black oil lines, and red interior were clearly visible in the cut, especially the hard red heartwood, proving that this hawthorn tree was at least 30 years old.

And the clear纹路 on the outer skin also showed that this tree must have grown in a particularly pure environment.

In this world with magic, such a hawthorn tree could already be called a magical material, and one that was hard to find at any price.

After all, hawthorn was a fruit tree, and various animals and humans would pick the fruit... but once it came into contact with too much complex information, the bark纹路 of the hawthorn tree would become very chaotic.

Even fruit trees had the instinct to protect themselves.

However, this material was not indispensable or irreplaceable, and no one would buy it at a high price.

This created the hawthorn wood's awkward and peculiar position in the market... once it appeared, it would definitely be quickly bought at a high price, but it would never be offered at a sky-high price.

As for the price... the material in Lowry's hand, which was clearly a main branch but not the trunk, could probably be exchanged for five sets of standard knight armor.

However, Lowry didn't plan to use this branch for its most common purpose... a purification wand.

Because it was not naturally straight, but had an extremely smooth curve.

He carefully observed it again, confirming that the hawthorn wood could indeed be engraved with magic纹路 and condense a certain amount of magical energy, and that there were no breaks in the heartwood... this was very important, and Lowry carefully checked it more than a dozen times before he was relieved.

Then he took out pine needles of different lengths again.

These were collected by Lowry one by one on the northern border, on the highest peaks where the cold wind was the most biting.

Although they looked very thin, even a low-level knight known for his strength would find it difficult to break them. This was the case with only one pine needle.

Moreover, these pine needles were very tough. Lowry compared several traditional broom materials and finally chose this thing... of course, it would definitely hurt if it scraped against someone, and it would inevitably disfigure their face if it swept across their face, but Lowry couldn't imagine a situation where he would choose to hit someone with a broom instead of his small fireball, which he had practiced to the point of almost instantaneous casting.

Like this, a large handful, gathered together with varying lengths, even a 10th-level knight wouldn't be able to easily break it.

If these pine needles were provided with enough magical energy, they would be even more indestructible, as if they were still growing on those towering pine trees, stubbornly resisting the violent winds that could crush everything.

Lowry was able to pick these pine needles back then because it was the deciduous season... even the most powerful magical plants could hardly change their racial characteristics, only the fallen branches and leaves were relatively few, but in this stage with the best environment, they would indeed relax a little.

During this period, it was quite easy to collect them with a conceptual oddity.

Lowry really had a lot of these things: gardening shears were an inevitable product of manor games.

Lowry also found an ivy in his manor, used it to firmly bind the pine needles to the end of the hawthorn wood branch, and then began to engrave magic纹路 on the branch and ivy.

His strength was not high yet. Besides the acceleration and levitation magic纹路, he could only choose the mana recovery and sturdiness runes.

But for this broom, it was already enough.

Under various colored lights, the rune chains slowly resonated, and he successfully completed his first magic broom.

Lowry stared fixedly at this hawthorn broom that represented his past, and sat on it expressionlessly... the broom sank slightly, but quickly floated up with him and began to fly around the laboratory.

Although it looked a bit like it, it was actually flying with his own magic power. The broom mainly played an auxiliary role.

In short, it could at least reduce his mana consumption and even help him recover some mana.

Of course, the most important use of this thing was... Lowry easily let go of his hand, and the broom cleverly turned a circle and began to wander on the ground, sometimes fast and sometimes slow... sweeping the floor.

The most primitive instinct of hawthorn, this magical material, was to clean and purify.

This didn't even require Lowry to add any magic纹路. It would automatically appear next to dust or various dirty things until they disappeared.

Lowry took a deep breath and suddenly felt that he was indeed, as those people said, quite sick.

Very much in line with his identity as a little madman raised by two muddleheads.

Hawthorn's magical properties: purification, masculine power, cleanliness.

Pine: strength, life and immortality, restoring vitality

Ivy: loyalty, steadfastness, love and infatuation