Mercenaries and Adventurers

In the preface of Master Donilafa's own travel notes, he wrote a lot about the preparations he made in the society for traveling to the Farah Peninsula, and also specifically listed the helpers he received and some books and documents he consulted during the preparation process. .

This elf mage, whose bloodline is dominated by forest elves, supplemented by humans and flower elves, even thoughtfully marked the location of the books he consulted in the society's library and the query consumption at the end of the preface.

General Guratne turned over the preface and saw the table of contents of the book, which recorded a series of experiences of Master Donilafa during his trip to the Farah Peninsula in a standard book format.

Just by scanning the catalog, the old general could tell from the name of the catalog that this alien mage had come to this ancient land where the rebellion was suppressed and the conflicts were fierce.

Just from the section on pretending to be in business for the convenience of walking in the catalog, he seemed to get to know the 'old friend' sitting across from him again.

He glanced at his old friend, and then quickly turned to the business section according to the number of pages recorded in the catalog.

After just flipping through it a few times, he saw many old names buried in his memory.

Some of these people died early in the process of fighting against the empire. Now, it feels strange to see their vivid names in addition to his own memory.

Some people died in the battle with the old nobles on the Farah Peninsula. Although the situation was chaotic at the time, at least they still made a role that he now seems worthy of recognition.

Others died in battles with the original army of the church, which the desert tribe later renamed the Church of the Ring of the Sun.

These were the names he least wanted to see. He felt a little sorry for his partners who were fighting together.

What embarrassed him was that he also saw some names. Some of these once close friends died under his own sword. That was the last major war on the Farah Peninsula many years ago. Everything happened when he surrendered to After the mixed and changed Sun Ring Church.

boom.

He closed the travel book, exhaled, closed his eyes slightly and calmed down. Then, he nodded to the Vice-Priest of Azure Sky Light who had been looking at him.

"Vice-President, it seems that this friend of mine did come to visit the Farah Peninsula. In this way, the assassination incident that occurred at the concert in the auditorium a few days ago was indeed a small incident that occurred many years ago. Misunderstand."

The old general finished speaking slowly. While the vice-dean nodded to indicate his understanding, he raised the book in his hand: "So Tony, can I borrow this travel book for a while? I have to go home and read it. I’m curious how you describe me in the book.”

Master Donilafa awkwardly covered his face with his hands, covering most of his face: "Yes, if you want to know more. I will give it to you, this travel about the Farah Peninsula I still have some books in stock.”

The old general angrily put the books into the storage bag of his armor belt. He doesn't want to read the content now. Donnie must not have said anything good about him. After all, when he was young, although he was always very good at fighting, he was also famous for his ignorance and recklessness.

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The old mage smiled and took a long drag on his pipe: "It seems that this little misunderstanding has been resolved. I hope that the Church of the Ring of the Sun can inform the news as soon as possible, so that the people in Taturon can get over the big time. I feel more relaxed about the search.”

He paused his pipe on the table and adjusted the otherworld tobacco in the pipe: "After all, in a few days, the famous sea storm will arrive. I am looking forward to it. After all, although I have traveled extensively, the northern side of the Farah Peninsula And the sea storm that appears on the east side, but I have never seen it with my own eyes."

Master Kony, who had been sitting aside and said little, also excitedly added: "I am also very curious about the specific situation of this sea storm. I have only heard of it in stories before, and the descriptions of bards have always been It’s an exaggeration, but all the descriptions of sea storms are especially exaggerated.”

The other three people in the room looked at each other in a tacit understanding.

"The sea storm in our Farah Peninsula will definitely surprise the distinguished president of the Northern Magic Society and the mages who came to visit this time. Although I am a local, no matter how many times I experience it, sea storms will always make us awe. .Every time at this moment, my respect for my Lord will become more pious." Vice-Priest Zhanlan Tianguang said with his hands clasped together.

Master Donilafa nodded: "The sea storm is really magnificent, President, I spent some time trying to understand the principle of its annual generation, but I have never been able to succeed. I hope you can clear up my confusion. "

The old mage chuckled and said, "I'm not omnipotent. I have to look at the specific situation before talking about it."

General Guratne muttered: "During the sea storm, there must be many remnants of the empire and old nobles making trouble. I hope that during this year's sea storm, those mages will not do anything too strange."

"Don't worry. Although they act a little uniquely, I have told them that they will not cause any harm when traveling."

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General Guratne finally 'enjoyed' the shrinking magic he requested that day. However, he did not reveal a single bit about this matter afterwards. The several mages present at that time would not go around talking nonsense, and the deputy priest of Zhanlan Tianguang who was traveling with him at that time was also a senior church priest with a very strict speech.

On the second day after the meeting, a batch of identification signs produced by the church overnight were sent to Master Kony. Then the old Master used magic to let all the magicians accompanying him get the actual controller of the Farah Peninsula - Logo certification produced by Ring of the Sun Church.

With this thing, it means that these outside mages have been recognized by the local controller, which will greatly avoid some misunderstandings.

Magicians are all very strange, especially the magicians around the old mage. Because they pay more attention to the exploration and construction of magic mysteries than other things, they think very differently on many things.

After resolving these matters, while waiting for the upcoming sea storm, the old mage and Kony would also wander around Taturons Harbor City after work.

At this time, they were strolling in a market in Taturons Harbor City.

The military raids in the past few days still caused a lot of inconvenience to the residents, especially delaying the repair and reinforcement of the roofs and water reservoirs under the houses before the storm.

The market where the two of them strolled sold everything and had distinctive features. Since the storm is approaching, tools and materials for repairing the house are on sale very hotly.

Residents wearing headscarves to protect themselves from the sun were rushing to buy these things, while swearing at the troublemaker who caused them to rush to buy at this moment.

The Church of the Ring of the Sun has vaguely dismissed the previous so-called assassination incident, although the imperial officials who nominally manage the place in Taturon have scorned this and expressed strong concern about the assassination incident in public. But the new local dignitaries who had received the instructions from the church knew that although they did not know the specific reasons behind the assassination, since the church no longer paid attention to the assassination, they naturally had to cooperate with the church to downplay the matter.

"Master Donilafa won't like to hear these things." Kony rubbed his nose and said with a smile.

The old mage observed the maintenance tools and materials for a while, and then looked at the local residential buildings outside the market not far away. He nodded clearly and followed the student Kony's words: "That's not necessarily true. Our' Good friend Donilafa, he is a good friend to everyone."

Kony understood what the old mage said and smiled.

Because Master Kony was wearing the clothes of a high-ranking noble and had a noble coat of arms hanging on his chest, when the two of them were walking in the market, everyone around them stayed away from them.

An open space was spontaneously opened directly in the crowded market.

The two mages naturally knew that this was just a way for ordinary residents to avoid trouble. In the eyes of the residents, these richly dressed nobles, especially young nobles, not only met them on the road, but even took a look at them, as if they would cause trouble for them.

"Look at Kony, these tools, as well as moisture-proof and moisture-proof materials. I can even think of how people lived in the Farah Peninsula during the sea storm. There are also scenes of sea storms." The old mage nodded at the things around him , shook his head slightly and sang softly:

"The god of the sea raises his head to the sky and roars, turning what he desires into disaster."

"In ancient times, our ancestors worked hard to survive, and they melted into mud every year."

"Oasis drowns the surrounding creatures, and dry land turns into a vast ocean."

"Heaven and earth are overthrown, and the sea is the sea; the sky is the sea, and the earth is the sea."

Shaking his head, the old mage walked with Kony: "In the early days of the people in the northern Farah Peninsula, their hard work was wiped out by the sea every year. Although it was not fatal, you have to know that most of their buildings were destroyed by the sea. It is made from the ventilated outer tube soil of woven ant nests in the Gobi Desert.”

"A friend of mine came here a long time ago. The house at that time was usually fine, but when there was a sea storm, it would melt away from the excessive precipitation."

He shook his head.

"Actually, the empire did not do nothing. At least in the early days of the empire, they still solved this big problem that troubled the residents of the northern Farah Peninsula."

"Empire? How did they solve it? Teacher." Kony asked curiously. He knew that as the longest living human being in the world, he must know the original story, although he has never been to the Farah Peninsula.

"Upgrade of construction technology!"

"Construction technology? Is that all?" Kony thinks the reason is that simple? If that's the case, why didn't the people of the Farah Peninsula invent it themselves?

Wagging his finger: "Of course it's not that simple. The traditional giant ventilation pipes built by weaver ants in the desert are not waterproof. Although such things are everywhere in Farah's desert and next door, they can be easily made into buildings. material. But when it rains, the whole house turns to mud."

Gradually they walked out of the crowded market and came to the main road which was not very spacious.

"If it were in other desert areas, this wouldn't be a problem. After all, as you know, precipitation in the desert is scarce. Compared with a simple house, drinkable precipitation is more important."

Kony looked at the old mage: "A sea storm?"

"Yes, yes. There are annual sea storms on the north and east sides of the Farah Peninsula. Severe rainfall will melt everything that people have worked hard to build on this land. Except for the rock buildings where the powerful live."

The old mage pointed to the bay on the north side of Taturons Harbor City and said: "Actually, the resources of the Farah Peninsula are pretty good. There are vast fishing grounds just out to sea, and the desert also contains minerals and rare animals that are transported from the ground by the flow of sand dunes. spices."

"But all this must be based on the fact that the humans living here can have a stable residence. Otherwise, those precious things will just be left there."

"It's like entering a treasure house and not taking it out." Coney interjected.

"Similar, but inconsistent. Fortunately, the nascent empire represented by my friend has solved this problem." The old mage said and touched his beard, and saw Kony on the side with his eyes open, as if the next story Speak quickly.

He smiled.

"The solution is not difficult, but the problem is how to popularize it. In the long-ago Magic Empire period, the people who lived here used glass made by burning magic flames as a commonly used building material."

Kony stared. For him, the ancient magic empire only briefly introduced it when it learned to train mage apprentices, and never explained it in detail. Not to mention the news of how the people of the Magic Empire who lived here at the time built their houses.

But he knew that his teacher must know. The reason is very simple. The old mage who has lived for a long time is the person he was before the Magic Empire was destroyed.

"In the period when the Magic Empire was destroyed and the current new empire had not yet been established, people here could only use ordinary weaver ant snorkel soil to build houses. Of course, the rich and powerful used soil transported from far to the west. Build houses out of rock that won’t be melted by sea storms.”

"My friend knew that the production capacity here was limited at that time, and it was impossible for the new empire to invest heavily in development here, so he and his companions established a method to allow the residents here to use the buildings Materials are no longer afraid of water.”

"Actually, it's really simple, just bake it with flames. I know what you mean, Kony. It's not the kind of glass that was baked with high-temperature magic flames during the Magic Empire. Where do ordinary people use a lot of magic flames?

So my friend took a fancy to some natural black oil deposits in the Gobi here, the Pus of Gaia. These things are inexhaustible and can burn when ignited at high temperatures. Although they will emit toxins, they are at least a lot more convenient, right? And it’s easy to spread. "

After saying this, the old mage stamped his feet and said: "Nowadays, all the large cities on the north and east sides of the Farah Peninsula, where the economy is good, are based on the fact that there must be a natural black oil mine around them. This is what he told me. "

"After being fired, the trachea soil of the braided ant nests becomes a building material that is difficult for water to pass through. With these, the cities we see now can be built."

Kony whispered: "But the final product of the lair soil baked by the black oil mine must be black, right? But as far as I can see, most of the buildings here are khaki or white?"

The old mage laughed loudly and pointed to the sun above his head: "My students, don't doubt the wisdom of human beings who have lived in one place for generations. Although they may not know magic, at least they will not lack wisdom."

Kony's face turned red, he probably realized something.

After laughing, the old mage took Kony on the main road and walked from the roadside to the side street. It's even narrower here. Because the residential buildings are very high-story and very close to each other, only a small strip of sky can be seen above the head.

Taking advantage of the fact that there were no pedestrians entering or exiting this alley, the old mage walked to the side of the building next to him.

"Here, use some magic to scrape off some of the surface of this wall." The old mage gestured to Kony.

Kony scratched his nose and lightly touched the wall with his hand, and the khaki magic light flashed past. Since it is not a formal magic, there is no need for similar magic structures or spells.

The bright khaki rough wall was touched by Kony's hand, revealing the black brick wall underneath.

Kony suddenly realized: "Is it because of the temperature of the sun?"

The old mage nodded and pointed at the local residents walking past on the main road: "Look at their clothes. They are all light-colored clothes. These are all ways of cooling down after the light shines on them. People's clothing is like this, and people live in it. The same is true for buildings. Otherwise, the house would be too hot to stay in during the day."

The two seemed to sense something and walked away quickly.

Later, the fishbone window on this wall was opened, and a middle-aged man stuck his head out to check: "Who is talking in front of the wall of my house? Well, no one?"

But the man looked down and became furious: "Which kid did this again! Get out of here!"

The two mages had already gone far.

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After turning an intersection, the two mages slowed down.

The old mage said seriously: "Similar wisdom is also found in the United Kingdom of the North. In the countries and some tribes in the far north, their houses will be painted with charcoal ash on the exterior walls as much as possible to make them dark. On the one hand, it is because they feel culturally Black is more solemn and solemn. Another practical aspect is that buildings painted with black charcoal will be slightly warmer than buildings of other colors on cold days with less sunshine. Especially ordinary residential homes, they do not have The tall manors of the dignitaries have complicated heating mezzanines built between the walls. There are no magic heaters fully installed in the mage tower."

It dawned on Kony that he had never cared about these things before. After all, when he was at home, as a child with magical potential, he had lived a luxurious life since he was a child. Everywhere he could see and not see was luxury and investment that ordinary people could not imagine.

After coming to the Northern Magic Society, it was natural to stay in a truly amazing society.

The interiors of the institute's buildings are all at constant temperature. Unknown to him and many mages or apprentices, various sophisticated magic instruments and equipment are silently maintaining the temperature in various places.

Although mages are not afraid of the cold.