Chapter 6 His son

Harlem didn't say anything.

The Duchess stood up and walked back and forth a few steps. After stopping at the window, she looked at the plain outside the castle: "The Lord seems to be back. I want to have a good talk with him. You go down first."

"Yes, madam."

Outside the castle, a group of cavalry in the direction of the imperial capital was rapidly coming towards the castle. The first one was a tall, broad-shouldered black man. Behind him are some knights with silver full armor, which are different from ordinary knights in the castle.

They rode a tall white horse.

The man in black rode a black horse. The scarlet cloak was pulled almost parallel to the ground. The horse rushed up the suspension bridge without slowing down, and the soldiers at the head of the city were saluted neatly.

The man in black on the war horse casually returned a handsome military salute, all the way inward, and finally pulled the reins. The war horse hissed in a long voice, suddenly moved forward, jumped over half of the horse road, and stopped steadily outside the inner door of the castle.

The man turned over and laughed and shouted, "Kris." At the same time, he threw the reins to Harlem who came up: "Is Kerence back?"

"Yes, sir, Miss is back."

"Cris, is it fun to be in Rhetty?" The Duke shouted loudly and asked in a low voice, "Harlem, I heard that a second-class magician has been found? As young as Keres?"

"Yes, sir, my wife has settled him in Xiyuan and is waiting for your summons."

"Ye-huh. "Kris."

"Father." Kreis screamed and rushed out of the hall. The tall girl was so petite in front of her strong father that she almost laughed at the duke who took her daughter into the air with one hand.

Madam stood in the hall and looked at the father and daughter with a smile.

After holding his daughter for a few spins, the Duke took his daughter's hand: "Is it fun on the island of Didi? Madam, it's been a hard journey. Your Majesty has been talking about things. I really can't pick you up in advance.

The lady smiled gently, pulled her daughter's other hand, and said to her husband, "Your Majesty, what's the matter with you?"

"It's not the group of people in the Holy See who say they want to raise the taxes of several parishes to support the military expenses of the empire. Do you treat people as fools for high-sounding reasons? They took the benefits and scolded the royal family? I bet that if this tax increase is successful, it will be good that one of the ten gold coins can be used on the army.

"I'm sure that five gold coins will fall into the hands of the bishops." The wife smiled and took over her husband's words.

The Duke laughed and said, "I heard that a young second-level magician has been recruited this time?"

"This is to ask your daughter. Your daughter has discussed magic knowledge with that young man all the way, and she seems to admire him very much.

"Oh, a young magician who can make my daughter admire?"

The Duke seemed to look at his daughter in disbelief. Grace nodded solemnly: "Father, Maglin's magical talent makes me jealous. He actually evolved the water dragon by himself with a junior second-level magic book. He is excellent."

"Is that so? So, the great magician of Wales can finally find a successor? The old man is complaining all day long. Why can't there be a genius in the world except yours? What will happen to my chief magician position in the future? Who can resist the banner of fighting with the magic sticks in the future? You should know that I'm old."

The Duke vividly learned from Grace's teacher, the tone of Wells, the chief magician of the court, made his daughter giggle. The Duke's big hand fell down and patted his daughter on the back: "Go ahead, go and call him. Let me have a look."

"Okay, father."

After watching his daughter go out, the father just now immediately changed his expression and his voice was a little colder: "I heard that since the way, the garrison from all over the country has been rumored about the relationship between my daughter and the young magician?"

"Lord, you misunderstood. Harlem has tested the young man. He felt that the young man had no simple thoughts at all. Don't worry, no one will shoot your baby daughter. But one day, your daughter will fly away. Do you want to protect her for the rest of your life?

"Hmm." The Duke smiled awkwardly, "Madam, what do you think of that young man?"

"Very good. It's like you when you're stubborn, and you're like you when you're stupid!" The lady rolled her eyes angrily and said rudely to her husband.

The Duke had to change his smiling face: "Madam, I listened to the following words and didn't understand what this young man looked like, so I lost my temper."

"Isn't Grace my daughter?" Women can be unreasonable.

So the Duke could only continue to apologize and laugh.

"He also seems to be interested in martial arts. Time flies, and I don't have time to talk to you more. I think what you see with your eyes first is the real him. I'll talk to you in the evening. But I warn you, don't scare the children.

The Duke looked at the maternal lady speechlessly. Grace's voice had already sounded outside: "Go quickly. Don't you dare to fight with Uncle Harlin? What are you afraid of?

"I'm not afraid." A young voice, whose voice is changing, is defending.

Cris snorted coldly. A figure flashed at the door, and Grace came in. Then, a thin young man in a white robe who was not too tall appeared at the door.

"Father, he is Maglin, and Maglin is my father."

"Hello, Duke Robert."

Robert didn't say anything, but looked at the young man. After entering the door, the young man tried to straighten his spine and raised his head. He was also looking at Robert.

In Maglin's eyes, Robert is tall and burly, his shoulders are very broad, and his arms are also very long.

The extremely short hair is almost close to the scalp, with some white marks on it. Maglin, who is often beaten, knows that it is a scar. The Duke is not very old, about the same as Maglin imagined, about 20 years older than Grace, and the man looks young.

The Duke's eyes are cold and fierce.

This is Maglin's deepest impression of the Duke. Maglin felt that under the Duke's gaze, everything was prey. The Duke's temperament made Maglin a little uncomfortable, but he still tried to stand up straight to meet this kind of similar examination.

"Hmm, Maiglin, do you know what it means to enter the Royal Knights?"

"I don't know, Duke."

"A very honest answer. I hate boastful people, except for the old boy Harlem."

Maglin grinned involuntarily, and he had a deep understanding of Harlem's words. When he saw that he could still laugh in front of his cold-faced father, Grace looked straight. Those generals in the army were trembling when they saw their fathers, and they did not dare to breathe.

Naturally, she didn't know that there was Maglin of Eurofield in her heart, and her father was still the Phantom Warrior. After seeing the cold faces of these two, although the Duke's coldness was afraid of people, he would not let Maglin lose his temper.

"Are you laughing just now?"

"Yes, yes, Duke."

"Why?"

"Because of your evaluation of the Harlem housekeeper. From the time I met the housekeeper Harlem until he left me, he didn't stop talking for a whole hour, so I couldn't control it when I heard your evaluation of him.

The Duchess finally laughed out loud. The Duke looked at the lady helplessly, walked to Maigreen, stretched out her hand and patted him heavily on the shoulder. The corners of Maigreen's mouth twitched with pain, and his legs bent and tried to stand straight.

The Duke shook his head dissatisfiedly: "You are still too thin. The court magicians of the Royal Knights not only have to practice magic, but also martial arts. Without a strong body, how can they protect themselves in times of crisis, let alone protect His Majesty. The study of the court magician will begin in a month. We have to wait until the new blood from all over the world arrives. During this period."

Speaking of this, the Duke squeezed his lips and looked up and down at Maglin, as if he wanted to say something.

Maglin suddenly bent down and said, "Your Excellency, can I make a request?"

"say."

"Please send a teacher to me. I want to start learning martial arts now."

"No, no, you are in poor health. If you want to learn martial arts, you must have a foundation. Let me tell you in advance that the magicians of the Royal Knights are different from the magic sticks of the Holy See outside. In the next five years, you will have a very hard time, but you may not really become a court magician. As for your requirements for learning martial arts, I can naturally meet them, provided that.

Speaking of this, the Duke looked up and down at Maglin with his back: "The premise is that you get stronger, participate in the drills of the soldiers in the barracks first, and beat your body out."

"It's up to you." Maglin knew that he had no room for bargaining.

"Then move to the barracks today and start to follow the army. If you can't eat and live with them, I'll let you go back. It's useless for anyone to talk about it. Even if you are a talented second-level magician, I want you to go back from where you come from.

"Yes."

"Harlem."

"Master."

"Help Maglin move his luggage to the back barracks and ask your son to take good care of him. A month later, I will see a magician like a man, not this thin look!"

"Yes, sir."

From beginning to end, Maglin didn't hear the Duchess and Grace say another word. After saying goodbye to the Duke's family, he followed Harlem, endured his gloating, and went to Xiyuan to carry his luggage.

"Father." After he left, Grace was finally dissatisfied.

"Son, your father's decision is right, if you want him to stay. The examination of the court magician is strict, and there will be a lot of hardships waiting for him in the future.

Creth doesn't talk anymore.

The Duke seemed to remember at this time and changed his smiling face and asked his wife, "What's the matter with that boy?"

"He is a descendant of the Iron-clad Richards during the founding of the country. Born in the island of Bleddy. A few days ago, my father was injured by Flame Sauron, and then passed away..."

The Duchess immediately said everything she knew about Maglin.

The Duke was silent for a while and frowned: "Soren is not such a person."

"Yes, I also think it's strange, but I can't talk too much, or you can ask your brother when you have time. In addition, Lord, I think Maglin is very good. I don't think it's better for you to teach him martial arts in person?

"Me?"

"Think about it, what a good cooperation it is for Wells to teach him magic and you teach him martial arts. Unless he is a fool, it will be the beginning of a legend. Creating a legend is very exciting. Do you think it's Grace?"

"Yes, father, Maglin is very hard-working. I can't believe that for 15 years, I have had enough of the ridicule of people around me and have not given up my pursuit of magic. These things tell Mr. Wells that he will definitely praise Maglin. Bishop Grayman is also true. Maglin has been under his eyes for so many years, and he didn't know until the end.

After saying that, the quick-mouthed daughter said once about her mother's persecution of Bishop Grayman for Maiglin.

At this time, the Duke finally really calmed down and said, "Madam, how many times have I told you not to have a direct conflict with the people of the Holy See. What's the dissatisfaction with me? Have I been in trouble with the Holy See these years? And you, Grace, no matter what, you should maintain enough respect for the elders. As far as I know, there is still a certain difference between Bishop Grayman and those magic sticks. He looked like a man in the battle that year.

"My mother watched Meglin bullied by those guys, so she stepped forward for the people of our Royal Knights."

"Madam, you know what I mean."

"I'm sorry, Lord. But you promised me to accept Maglin as your disciple. The premise is that if he can make it. The Duchess looked at Duke Robert and insisted.

"No public."

"Don't worry, that young man is not a superficial person who is greedy for power. I can see from his attitude towards Grace. His heart is as simple as little Luger.

The Duke didn't say anything more when the name was mentioned.

That's his wife and brother.

Twenty years ago, he was a young genius who practiced both magic and martial arts in the famous imperial capital, and studied under the teacher of the old Duke and the magician of Wales. Unfortunately, in the second Kuroshio Campaign, in order to save a comrade-in-arms, he was shot by the king of the dark elves with a cold arrow with an unsolved curse, and from then on he became a useless person.

Little Luger is only 40 years old this year. Now he is drunk on the streets of the empire all day long. He is the youngest brother of the Duchess. The Duke used to be a right-hand man. When he was young, he immersed himself in practice, did not ask common things, and fought bravely without utilitarianism. So a pure young man finally became like this. He is not just the heart of the Duke's family. The pain is far away.

is also a scar of the royal forces. Even the Holy See, which is secretly opposite to the royal family, it is also a pity to mention this former legend.

It's a pity that everything can't be done again.

In fact, as soon as the Duke saw Meglin, he felt that he looked a little like when he was young.

Under the leadership of Harlem, after carrying his luggage and changing into casual clothes, he walked from the castle to the barracks behind Yalu Mountain.

The military camp of 3,000 people covers an area of no more than five miles and is divided into two sides.

The camp is surrounded by sharp and thick wooden stakes. Half is the infantry battalion, the other is the cavalry battalion, and there is a large training ground in the middle. There are many tents in the camp, which are tightly and in an unlined manner.

There are soldiers patrolling the tower at the four corners of the camp.

From time to time, a row of cavalry went out of the barracks and went far away, and a row of soldiers turned back. It seems to be changing the defense.

In this way, Maglin followed Harlem all the way to the camp gate.

Harlem stood there. Soon, several armored generals rushed out on horseback. When a powerful young man saw Harlem, he turned over and got off his horse: "Father. Why are you here?"

Is it Harlem's son?

Maglin looked at Haring. The young general did not look like a smooth-mouthed housekeeper at all. At the age of 20, he was wearing heavy iron armor. The iron helmet was tightly clasped to his head. His eyes were sharp and bright. ** The skin on the outside showed a kind of bronze color, and his limbs under the armor were strong and thick. At a glance, it was A tough man.

It doesn't look like some thin Harlem at all. Maglin even feels that this young general is a little like Duke Robert. He didn't know that all the young men of the Royal Knights regarded Duke Robert as an idol. Whether it's talking or demeaning, or even dressing up, you have to deliberately exercise like Duke Robert.

"This is Maglin. Don't look down on this boy. He is a second-class magician. The Lord asked me to send him to you and practice him well. It is very difficult for the Lord to see this Mr. Rabbit like a man in a month. Do you have confidence?

Harlem's mouth is still so mean.

He didn't wait for his days to reply. He turned back to Meglin and said, "That's my son. You must think he doesn't look like me. I tell you, I was a hundred times stronger than him when I was young."

Are you still a human being, a hundred times stronger than your son? You are the Bimon monster, aren't you? Maglin is used to Harlem's nonsense.

"My son's name is Little Harlem, and his name is Ben. Kane. Harlem. The average person in the barracks calls him Lieutenant Colonel Kane. You can also call him that. He is much crueler than me. You'd better be obedient here. If you are beaten and cried, don't expect Grace to stand up for you. You know, my young lady despises those little men who cry easily..."

McGreen took a deep breath and said to Lieutenant Colonel Kane with a strange face, "Lord Kane, may I go in?"

"Yes. Okay, father, please forgive him."

"Kid, I'm not talking nonsense. Look at this boy. Don't be seen by Grace when you do it, or she will have sex with you. Just now, the Lord and McGreen put on their faces, and Grace is crying there. Don't you think, McGlynn."

It was the first time that Maiglin saw such a fabricated person in person. He looked at Harlem, who was rubbed with oil on his tongue, and argued angrily, "When did Crace cry for me? I've told you many times. I only talk more with Kryce to study magic problems.