Noble Emblem

After winning the duel again, the third young master led his subordinates back with joy.

Although wooden weapons were used in the duel, the cavalry collided with too much force, causing casualties on both sides. A dead soldier can receive a pension of ten silver coins. As for the dead packhorse, dried meat is also a good military ration.

In the past, his father always felt that his eldest brother's ideas were right, but now, the third young master clearly felt that his father was more interested in his ideas.

Sure enough, winning is the best way to convince a person.

The third young master waved to the eldest young master a little proudly, and ignored the latter's quick-fire gaze. He first asked most of the cavalry to return to camp, and then led a small group of cavalry to take another road. Happy things, of course, must be with Important people share, but while walking, I find that there is a person in front of me blocking the way.

If ordinary people dared to block the way of the army, the third young master would not say a word, but would directly ride on the cavalry and crush the people into a pulp.

But the person in front was wearing a bright magic robe with flowing light patterns on it.

He immediately reined in his horse and looked at the young man in front of him.

"Excuse me, who are you and why are you blocking my way?" The third young master asked with a frown.

For a profession like magician, it is already a consensus that one should not be offended if it can be done. The other party was just blocking the way and didn't seem to be too hostile. The third young master suppressed his unhappy mood and tried to speak in a calmer tone.

Beta said, "Give me a packhorse."

Upon hearing this, the third young master laughed: "There is no problem in giving you a pack horse, but as a spell caster, you actually robbed me. Doesn't it seem a little disrespectful to you?"

Beta said with a calm expression: "My horse was stolen by your subordinates last night. I don't know where it was taken by your cavalry. I can only come directly to ask you for one."

The third young master is quite smart. As soon as he heard this, he understood that the people below must have made the decision secretly. Facing the spell caster, they did not dare to be tough, so they could only resort to such shady methods.

The third young master only guessed half of it right. When Beta went to bed yesterday, he did not put on the magic robe, but just ordinary Chinese clothes. The soldier thought he was a traveling nobleman, and did not dare to offend him openly, so he tried to find a way to kill the pack horse. Stolen. If they knew that Beta was a spell caster, they would definitely not even dare to steal.

"I'm sorry. I apologize for the soldiers' recklessness."

The third young master dismounted his horse, bent down slightly, and then scolded those soldiers in his heart. They dared to provoke a spell caster even if they didn't offend anyone. Didn't they want to harm him?

Fortunately, this magician seems to be easy to talk to.

A soldier pulled a packhorse up to Beta, then retreated.

Beta was about to leave on horseback when the third young master suddenly said: "Sir, can you come and sit on my manor?"

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry."

Beta refused the other party's invitation, got on the pack horse, and turned to leave. He went back to the hotel first and paid the rent. He didn't need to pack anything, so he got on his horse and left. As soon as they left the city, they saw a group of cavalry blocking the road ahead.

But they didn't stop Beta, because they saw Beta from a distance and took the initiative to give way to half of the road.

The identity of the spell caster is very useful no matter where it is.

Beta continued to move forward, and as they approached, the two parties nodded to each other to express friendship.

Just when Beta was about to walk past this group of people, Beta suddenly felt something in his mind, stopped, and his eyes fell on a person.

This small movement naturally aroused the other party's vigilance. Most of their hands immediately pressed on the hilt of the sword at their waist, looking at Beta with eager eyes.

The person who caught Beta's attention was a young man who looked somewhat similar to the third young master.

"What do you want, sir?" The young man spoke first: "We don't seem to know each other."

"I am Cook Green, a Dragon Vein Warlock." Beta moved his eyes to the other person's face: "I'm sorry to disturb you."

Dragon Vein Warlock, after hearing this word, the young men became even more nervous, and many of them had their weapons half unsheathed. Warlocks are surprisingly strong in everyone's minds, especially Dragon Vein.

The young man raised his hand gracefully and pressed down to tell his subordinates not to get excited. Then he looked at Beta and asked curiously: "Your Excellency, what do you want to see me for?"

"Can you show me the accessories on your waist?" Beta pointed.

There was a square-shaped pendant hanging on the other party's waist, with strange lines on it, and a vague magical luster flowing around it.

"Okay. My name is Reese-Thorin." The young man took off the ornament from his waist and handed it to Beta: "This magic item is very strange. It is our ancestral item. It is usually worn by the eldest son, but no one Know its purpose."

"Well, I know you. I also watched the duel between you and other people's cavalry just now." Beta took the pendant, looked at it, and said: "Although you lost miserably, you still left a deep impression on me. ”

"Sorry, I did make a fool of myself just now." Reese smiled bitterly.

After taking the thing in hand, the system sound of "ding dong" sounded. Beta thought about it and found that the orange epic mission: National Treasure appeared in the mission system column.

This is definitely a very precious thing.

Beta felt the texture of the ornament with his fingers, and then looked at the lines on it. After repeated inspections, he confirmed that this thing was indeed the entrance key to the tomb of the ancestor of France. He had seen it in the game, the silver wings. The union didn't know how they got this thing. They looted the tombs of the ancestors of the French royal family, and then published the process and the mission props drawings on the forum.

Of course, the royal family of the King of France also knew about this, but it was already the middle and late stages of the game, and a large number of legendary professions appeared among the players. As the second largest guild, Silver Wings was naturally very powerful. The Kingdom of France, After careful consideration, he decided not to issue another notice and suppressed the matter.

What's strange to Beta is...how could such an important thing be in the hands of this young man.

"This thing is worth studying. I'm quite interested in it. Can you sell it to me?" Beta asked while returning the thing to the other party.

Reese shook his head: "Sorry, this thing was given to the ancestors by a strange spellcaster more than three hundred years ago... Anyway, it is quite precious."

Seeing that Fang was unwilling to reveal too much information about the key, Beta didn't care either. He said, "I'm very interested in the magic lines on this thing and the magic knowledge involved. Is it true that I can't sell it?"

"Feel sorry."

Beta thought for a while and said: "Then I will trade with you for other things, for example, so that your cavalry regiment can defeat your brother."

Reese's eyes lit up and he seemed very moved, but he still shook his head with difficulty.

Beta could see that the other party did have the idea of ​​​​trading, but was afraid of losing money.

When dealing with people, it depends on who loses his composure first. The key to the royal tomb is indeed very important, but Beta believes that there should be no one except himself who knows what this thing is and what it does.

In this case, he is not in a hurry. Anyway, there will be more ways to get it in the future, for example... find an opportunity to steal it.

"It seems you don't want to, that's a shame."

Beta left a word, turned around and left. After walking a few steps, Reese finally lost his composure and called out to Beta: "Sir, please wait, are you willing to come to my manor for a chat?"

"no problem."

About ten minutes later, Beta sat in Reese's study.

"Although this thing itself has been entrusted to the eldest son for safekeeping, it itself is not proof of heirship." Under Beta's curious questioning, Reese told the origin of the key: "I don't know the details. I just heard He said that this thing was given to our family more than 300 years ago. He said that we should keep it and one day, someone would come and take it away. Therefore, this thing is of great help to our family. It has been passed down from generation to generation, but no one has ever asked about this in the past three hundred years..."

Beta's thoughts moved, and he suddenly felt that there was a hint of weirdness in this story.

"Are you the one who came to take it away?" Reese looked at Beta curiously.

Beta shook his head: "It must be an accident. I'm just curious about the magic lines on it."

"That doesn't matter. You have been the only one who has spoken for so many years, so you have no problem." Reese smiled and said, "Then, can you tell me how to defeat my brother?"

As Reese spoke, he pushed the key in front of Beta.

Beta did not take away the key, but just said: "In fact, it is impossible for your heavy cavalry to win against your brother's packhorse cavalry regiment. Light cavalry naturally restrains heavy cavalry."

"The most powerful thing about heavy cavalry is to attack infantry formations, not to deal with light cavalry."

Reese also knew these things, but he did not stop Beta from speaking, but listened quietly.

"It's not too difficult to deal with your brother, as long as you are willing to put in some effort." Beta tapped his fingers lightly on the table, and then said: "First, you have to reduce the weight of the cavalry and war horse armor, the war horses and people, They only equip the front armor and remove the armor on the back, which can reduce a lot of burden on the horses. "

Reese was moved, but still asked: "In this case, wouldn't the cavalry's back be easily attacked?"

"The cavalryman was attacked on the back. Whether he had that layer of armor or not, he was dead."

Reese nodded, feeling that Beta was quite reasonable.

"The second thing is that you must strengthen the endurance of the military horse."

Reese shook his head helplessly: "The military horses I trained are already the best in the world, but their lack of physical strength has always been their weakness."

"What ordinary means cannot do, magic can do." Beta gently moved his fingers on the table, and a miniature magic circle appeared on the table: "This is the endurance strengthening magic circle. It can be engraved on the war horse to strengthen the horse. endurance.”

Reese's expression was obviously surprised: "How much can it be strengthened."

"At least on par with a pack horse."

In the game, many magicians know this magic circle, and both military horses and pack horses can engrave it, so military horses are still not as strong as pack horses.

But in this world, Beta feels that not many people know how to do it, otherwise with Reese's status, his elite military horses would all be engraved with this thing.

"But what if the enemy captures my army horse and learns this magic circle?"

"Don't worry, there are many magic traps in this magic circle. If you don't draw them in order, and the method of injecting magic power is wrong, they will all fail. Most people have no way to imitate them. Therefore, I need you, Mr. Rees, to find a trustworthy magician. Come learn from me.”

"No problem, then please stay here for a few more days."

Beta nodded in agreement. Reese took a magic circle from Beta, attached it to a military horse for testing, and found... the effect was indeed obvious.

Then at noon, Beta saw the spell caster who planned to learn the magic circle from him, a pretty young woman. LV3 magician.

"This is my lover, Sheila. She has a lot of research on magic circles and should be able to learn it."

The endurance strengthening magic circle is not too advanced, but if anti-replication means are added to the magic circle, it will become more advanced.

The young woman studied with Beta for seventeen days, and when Beta almost lost his patience, the young woman finally learned the magic circle.

Reese looked extremely embarrassed. He offered a bag and said, "I'm sorry for wasting so much of your time. This is just a small courtesy on my part. Please accept it."

The bag contained some beautiful gems. Beta accepted it with a smile and left the city with the key.

To go to the Holy Land, you must pass through the royal city of France, France City.

When he was approaching France, Beta saw a carriage suddenly rushing towards him from the front of the road. The carriage was moving very fast, bumping on the not-so-smooth road, making a loud thumping sound that made people think that this carriage was It will fall apart in the next second.

The workmanship of the carriage was very good, of excellent quality, and it did not fall apart. However, a person was thrown out of it, fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and then two arrows were shot from a distance. They made two swish sounds and hit accurately. The people on the ground died immediately.

This man was more than a hundred meters away from Beta, and even if Beta wanted to save him, it would be too late.

Then the carriage stopped, and the driver stumbled to the deceased, picked him up, and shouted sadly and angrily: "Seventh Prince..."

Then he was also shot in the head with an arrow.

Let me go... This was Beta's first reaction. How could he encounter such a palace vendetta on the road.

He suddenly felt something was wrong. He touched his body and found that the key to Wang Ling was generating heat.

While Beta was frowning, he chased the five men in black on horseback behind the carriage, walked to the two dead men, and formed a circle. After confirming that the two were dead, they turned their attention to Beta.

"Magician? Kill him."

Even though the other person's face was covered, Beta could tell that the speaker's voice was very old.

Beta sneered in his heart, and a gold coin was already in his hand.