Dear Broom Knight

“Bats?”

Lorry received the news after Leon and his party arrived at the next city and cheerfully spread the word about their encounter.

He did not track or monitor Leon's journey to succession.

Lorry knew that if his hunch was correct, Leon's journey would be full of fun.

However, he absolutely didn't want to be inadvertently drawn into this mess… Too many people couldn't stand his leisurely life.

Wherever the protagonist went, either someone suffered misfortune or houses collapsed.

Regardless of whether they themselves suffered losses, the places they passed through definitely suffered greater losses.

Why would he abandon his good life as a mage to become a follower or stepping stone for some king?

Lorry absolutely refused.

Therefore, he preferred to suppress his restless curiosity.

Even though he now sincerely wanted to know the origin of these bats.

Although no one knew what tricks Leon and his group used, some news still spread from those who went to 'visit' the battlefield afterward.

Holy magic.

Then there was no need to ask why Leon, who was at least level 13, would be trapped by a group of bats, even with several level 10 or higher professionals around him.

Evil creatures, no matter how many weaknesses they had, were definitely stronger than their counterparts, and much stronger.

Moreover, the most terrifying thing was that almost all of them had contamination.

Without the protection of the power of light, if one killed too many, they might instead become 'demonized'.

If Yuri hadn't learned holy magic, even if Leon and his group could escape, they would have suffered greatly… No need to ask, Lorry knew who had used it.

That's the good thing about scroll scholars.

As long as their IQ was high, their mental strength was strong enough, and their luck was good enough, they could obtain a fixed spell, even if they could only use it once or twice a day, at least they could cast it!

Scroll scholars were somewhat like Toril's spell slot mages, except they couldn't switch the spells on their mental scrolls to others.

Moreover, only what he could understand could be inscribed on the scroll.

If he knew it, he knew it; if he didn't, he didn't.

However, if it were a world like Toril, these scholars could indeed become proper mages.

After all, becoming a scholar required high intelligence and concentration; they were just a little worse than proper mages in absorbing and drawing on magical energy, and in their perception of laws and runes, even if they could recite all the spell incantations backward, they couldn't resonate with the magical energy.

In short, incantations were just a means to assist in casting spells.

Mages who could touch the power of laws could summarize that long string of words with just a few characters.

But even if a scholar had broken down a spell to its most basic level and clearly recorded it on their mental scroll, they would still have to spend a lot of time slowly reciting the incantation word by word to stimulate the nearby magical energy.

There was even the possibility of failure.

Divine magic was slightly better than arcane magic.

Divine magic generally pointed to a specific god.

Yuri's ability to accomplish such a feat meant that the spellcasting target he requested had a good impression of him, not only did not hinder him, but might have even helped a little.

I wonder which one it is… As a scholar from the court, Yuri shouldn't be a follower of Scroll Mountain.

Could it be the Lord of Storms?

Lorry always felt that something was wrong, but he didn't plan to personally go to that battlefield to observe the situation, so let it pass for now!

“Cheska, keep a close eye on Leon and his group's movements, and let me know as soon as possible if there are any bats attacking them.” Lorry always felt that the origin of these bats was not simple.

It was likely related to Sebephia, or some similar family.

At this time, all sorts of demons and monsters were about to come out.

After all, despite Lorry's constant retreat, for many special forces, participating in a battle of destiny watched by the will of the world, whether winning or losing, was of no small benefit to him.

It was like the eighty-one tribulations in Journey to the West.

Although there were some demons and monsters mixed in who had lost their minds, there were even more 'resources' with backgrounds that could be recycled.

So much so that even the monkey who wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace and killed countless people didn't often discard his golden cudgel!

The fantasy world was naturally even more so.

If you went too far, then hell and the abyss would also open their arms to welcome you.

Each had its own destination.

The weak, however, did not.

Battles rose and fell, and the gamblers who participated might perish in large numbers, but the innocent who were implicated were more likely to die out completely.

Lorry himself retreated, but that didn't mean he thought there was anything wrong with those who rushed in.

They were all fighting for their lives.

He was actually very clear that even if he participated, the chances of being able to retreat unscathed were still very high.

However, Lorry had no interest in testing his willpower.

Watching Cheska's figure leave after receiving his orders, Lorry narrowed his eyes slightly.

He always felt that something was trying to lure him into this mess.

— —

“How is it, Arsalan? Did you catch a few claws?” His Majesty Travis pushed open the door and asked excitedly.

The court archmage, standing in a three-dimensional magic circle composed of purple-black planets of various sizes, gave him a lifeless glance: “In addition to the major temples and several neighboring countries, the Steppe of Aukinson and South Costa are also showing signs of activity.

As for our own country's noble forces… Hehe… You've married several queens, so several noble territories have sent people, Your Majesty.

Of course, the border territories have definitely sent people over.

But they seem more interested in observing Leon's behavioral patterns.”

“Hmm? Ezra also sent someone?” Travis seized on a key point from Arsalan's words.

“Since you plan to let him take over the Northern Border, isn't it normal for him to prepare himself in advance?” Arsalan glanced at him, “Ezra isn't Leon; he has such a strong and domineering personality, he definitely needs to see Leon's personality and temperament, so as to avoid trouble in the future.”

Leon wasn't a border lord who was being deposed; he was going back to be king!

As a member of the royal family taking over his territory, Ezra would definitely have to be careful when handling Northern Border affairs.

In case someone was left behind by Leon to control him, would Ezra deal with them or kill them?

He would have to prepare for all of this in advance.

If he felt he couldn't do it, Ezra could also bargain with him before His Majesty gave the order.

If it really didn't work, he could just give up!

Although as a collateral branch of the royal family, Ezra, who had never been able to rise to the position of commander in the Royal Army, really wanted a place to show off his skills, he could continue to endure since he had endured in the army until now without wavering.

Although the three commanders above him could live for several more decades, and he himself was not young.

But it was all agonizing to be stuck in the middle, Ezra could still understand which one was easier.

“I didn't say he did anything wrong.” Travis said dissatisfied, “You can't be biased just because Ezra is your nephew, Arsalan.”

“What nonsense are you talking about?” The court archmage was speechless with a mouthful of air stuck in his chest.

“I didn't say anything wrong, although you would definitely choose me between me and Ezra, but you wouldn't necessarily choose Leon between him and Leon!” Travis said confidently.

“Did you take the wrong medicine?” Arsalan, who was amused, was speechless, “Or did you eat Roskania's extra meal?”

Recently, Roskania didn't know why she had become obsessed with various mushroom chickens.

That wasn't actually a real chicken.

It was a spherical animal covered in mushrooms, it just made a 'cluck' sound.

They weren't big, and there weren't many of them, so it was impossible for Roskania to eat her fill.

So the White Dragon Lady would eat two or three a day as an after-dinner dessert.

In Roskania's words, these mushroom chickens with various mushrooms on them, good ones, bad ones, and poisonous ones that could stand together, tasted very complex and interesting, and every bite was a fresh feeling.

That might be the case for her.

But for humans, every bite was almost like a heavenly feeling.

Even a great knight with a strong physique could be dizzy and confused from just one bite, babbling nonsense while spinning around.

Then Arsalan suddenly reacted: “Are you plotting against Lorry again?”

“I didn't!” Travis replied quickly.

“Is it that you didn't, or that you didn't succeed?” Arsalan stared at him warily, “I'm toiling away here day and night, and you're plotting against my proud disciple?

Where's your face? Your Majesty? Where's your face!”

“I really didn't.” Travis smiled awkwardly, “I just can't guarantee that if Lorry sticks his head out, I can completely ignore him.

But if he doesn't get involved at all, I definitely won't force him out.”

Arsalan frowned and stared at him: “Then why are you so guilty, and even coming here to accuse me first?

I… Wait… Not Lorry… My former student?

What did you do again!”

Travis laughed awkwardly twice: “Actually, it has nothing to do with me, Arsalan.

It's them themselves, they're willing.”

Arsalan narrowed his eyes slightly: “Those in the palace… Who are they following?

How did you do it?

You deliberately brought up Ezra, is it, does it have anything to do with Ezra?”

“It could have, and it could not.” Travis finally looked a little more serious, “You should know that what Ezra wants most is the position of commander of the Royal Army.

It's just that he, unfortunately, the ages of the three commanders are not much older than him, he can't wait, so he's going to the provinces.

Even if it wasn't such an important position as the border lord, he definitely wouldn't easily turn back.”

According to regulations, although the commander of the Royal Army would be granted the title of Duke, it was a nominal title, only with the annuity and dividends of a Duke.

If Ezra retired to the provinces with his current status, he could only be granted the title of Marquis.

If he wasn't a member of the royal family, the position of a territorial Earl would be impossible for him.