The Ninth Speculator

Maglin asked if it would hurt Eurofield himself. Eurofield smiled and said, "No, son, I'm just naring some memories of magic in your mind. This is much faster than slowly teaching you. It takes a process for you to be proficient in it. In addition, I have taught you a set of ways for elves to use bows and arrows. Practice yourself.

After saying that, Maiglin felt that his head was a little warm, and a white light fell down, and then he didn't know anything.

He was woken up by Robben the next day. Since he knew that he was a second-level magician, Robben's attitude has become much more intimate. It is impossible for people to escape everything in the secular world. It is impossible for anyone to face a young second-level magician to maintain the old saying attitude.

When they even discussed in private, they thought that Maglin's achievements would surpass that of the Duke's Keres, because after all, Keres is a girl, and men have more opportunities in the world.

They even gossiped about Cres and Mai Glin. They thought that the Duke personally arranged Mai Glin to come. What does this mean?

Maglin didn't want to ask about these tedious things. He listened to Robben's call. After getting up and washing up, he followed the soldiers to do the same as before.

But suddenly there was something in his heart. Once he thought, his thoughts touched these. With a series of magic formulas, the magic knowledge of the system poured into his mind like a tide, so clear as if he were born to know. Maglin couldn't help marveling at Orophil's ability.

When he left the brigade and returned to his tent and picked up the bow, an elf suddenly appeared in his mind, holding the bow on the grass between the woods. The elf was dancing and saying something in human language.

Magleine closed his eyes and felt the elf dance. He heard the elf explaining the essentials of the action. With one move, he felt the elf's fingers flashing on the bow string, and then he saw several green arrows rotating from the bow string to a different track towards an end.

The scattered arrow nets are overwhelming, cutting leaves, splitting branches along the way, and finally converging into a point. Maglin's heart moved, and he simply lay down. He just held the bow and immersed his mind into an illusion just now. He was surprised to find that there were three types of archery used by the elf, each of which was divided into two types of far and near attacks.

It can not only shoot arrows with strange trajectories from a long distance, but also attack the enemy with bowstring bow back in close combat.

Who said that the archer is an opponent who can only attack from a distance and not in close combat? Maglin repeatedly practiced the sharp three-style and six tricks without any name in his heart, carefully remembering the changes in every detail.

Half a day passed like this. Even Drew, the always rigid captain, saw Maigreen lying there in the daytime without disturbing him. In his opinion, the second-level magician must be meditating on the magic problem.

A second-level magician is more than a first-class existence for such a soldier. Drew even told the soldiers not to disturb him.

until he opened his eyes.

There was a thunder in his abdomen. Maglin followed his comrades in the team to get the food. Drew asked him curiously what he did in the morning while eating. Maglin's answer made him accept it. Maglin said that he suddenly thought of a magic problem this morning, so he thought for a while and said that it would not happen again.

Drew nodded with understanding.

Watching that McGreen had finished eating, he walked to the shooting range with a bow. Then they stood there and easily shot the red heart as they did yesterday. They were not surprised.

Each soldier has his own training task, and everyone has to complete it. The soldiers of the Royal Knights are not so leisurely. Since his identity is special, after he consciously completed the group task, Drew will naturally not arrange other people to do anything else. Some words, once some identities are broken, they will never go back.

Drew even felt a little depressed in front of him. The young man who used to feel young and naive now looks so old and mature. Mu Ne has become calm, and Shao Yan has become cautious.

Anyway, everyone looks at him differently.

Maglin is still practicing hard. In order not to cause trouble, Maglin only has slight changes in his fingers, but when shooting an arrow, he always shoots honestly. I didn't use those very effective tricks.

Because he thought it was too shocking.

In the barracks, even if others don't look at it, he still feels very awkward. With secrets hidden, he always feels that there are many things that are inconvenient to do. He is even thinking about whether he wants to find an independent place to live alone in the future, so that the secrets will not be leaked out involuntarily?

For example, these elf bows, archery, and those martial arts that will be inherited from my father in the future.

Outside the barracks, the sound of horses' hoofs sounded.

The people came straight into the barracks and were extremely indulgent. The soldiers had no one to stop them, and they all smiled and called their Duke Pearl's name: "Miss Grace."

Everyone stepped out of the way. Almost everyone should know that they must have come to Maiglin.

It's like this.

Maglin, who was still feeling memories with his eyes closed, heard the sound of horses' hoofs and came to himself. He smiled bitterly and looked up at Grace: "What's wrong? It's a big crime to indulge horses in the barracks.

"Ha, do you look like a soldier now?" Keres's whip wrapped around his fingers and took a vicious look at him: "My father wants you to see him immediately."

Maglin was stunned by surprise and pointed to his chest: "See me? It hasn't been a month, has it?

"If he wants to see you, you can go. Where's so much nonsense? Where's the armor I gave you?" ke rui si turned his eyes and stared at Maglin and asked.

Maglin touched his nose and answered her with some embarrassment, "That pair of armor is too feminine. I left it with Lord Kane."

Kane has run over: "Miss."

"Brother Kane, my father wants to see him. You can arrange for my armor to be sent to the Duke's House. It's a waste for him! Humph. Come up."

"Go up?" Maglin pointed to the white horse in surprise and shook his head repeatedly.

The soldiers around laughed and said, "Meglin, go up, are you afraid?"

ke rui si smiled proudly, and he also coaxed: "That's right, are you afraid of cowards?" Even Kane laughed when he looked at the naive Keres and said this.

Maglin was so embarrassed that he could only wrap his head around the back of the white horse, and then jumped up hard. The horse was still steady, but he was still extremely difficult to climb. Seeing that it was about to fall off, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Krace's arm in a hurry, which fixed his body.

When he sat down, he found that the ears of Keres in front of him were red.

The laughter of the soldiers is getting louder and louder.

Cris bit his lower lip and cursed in a low voice, "You stink."

Maglin scratched his head depressedly. He has been wearing armor for a few days. Occasionally, he rinses it with water and puts it on again. It will definitely smell a little. The war horse has been driven by Keres and moved.

Creath ordered, "Hatch it firmly."

Then he went out, as if he didn't dare to raise his head. Kane stood there and looked at the young lady walking out with a smile. He grew up in the Duke's Mansion and could almost be said to be half the Duke's son. He was more than ten years older than Grace. Looking at Grace is like looking at his little sister. Looking at Grace's shyness, Kane touched his chin and said to himself, "Kryce has grown up."

Roben didn't know whether he was alive or not, but asked Drew: "Captain, do you see that there seems to be something wrong with Miss and Maglin."

"Bear your mouth and don't talk nonsense."

"But everyone sees it."

"Shut up. Think about it. Yesterday, you arrogantly told the people of the Sixth Squad and said, don't fight if you are afraid. Now that Maglin has left, we have one less archer in the back, and one less person is missing. What should we do now? Those bastards in the sixth squad have caught the opportunity. Drew scolded gloomily.

In fact, yesterday, he was also proud of himself. Relying on a second-level magician and archery master in the team, he strongly stimulated the other party and refused the other party's request to withdraw from the test. As a result, today, he saw that Maglin left. It was a lot of fun. He had already seen a group of guys in the sixth team gloating. Face.

And Maglin is sitting behind the bumpy horse at this time. He grabbed Kryce's waist tightly.

The war horse was bumping, facing the wind. The wind blew Kreis's golden hair and wrapped it around his face. It was a little itchy. Maglin was a little embarrassed to dodge, but he didn't want to dodge.

"You hurt me, idiot." The girl in front of her complained in a low voice.

Maglin quickly let his hand go, but when he lowered his head, he found that there were two black fingerprints on Keres's white robe. He was eye-catching at his waist. He remembered that he was holding a bow before. In order to prevent slippery hands, he wiped two pieces of dust on the ground. It's over. Maglin told Grace the sad news in horror.

The girl looked down and screamed, "What should I do now? Will I be laughed to death by the maids?"

Maglin doesn't know what to say.

Cris pulled the running horse. The horse snorted, paused and stopped. Maglin didn't say anything. He suddenly felt that under the blue sky, on the side of the castle, relying on this beautiful girl, it was really a happy thing. Even if he didn't do anything, he was happy enough.

"Idiot, what should I do?" Crith was flustered. She didn't care about her clothes. She only cared about her fingerprints being seen by others.

Although it was just riding a horse, the girl's shyness and wandering thoughts made her think a lot, imagine a lot, and became more and more anxious and embarrassed.

Maglin, a fool who looked like a fool, showed a bad smile.

"What are you laughing at?" Kryce's backhand elbowed angrily, and Maglin screamed and slid down from the horse. He fell on the grass and looked up at the first shock. Then, when he saw that he was all right and giggled, he also smiled.

"Cris, it's very comfortable on the grass. Anyway, your clothes are dirty. Come down."

"You're crazy. Your father is looking for you. Maybe he's looking outside at the window!" With that, Kryce pointed to the sharp top of the castle on the high slope in the distance.

From the barracks to the castle, in addition to the military path, you can only make a detour across the hills.

If not, Maglin would not feel the peaceful happiness at this moment. He shook his head in distress: "Cris, let's go. Don't move. Let me go up."

"What do you mean I don't move?" The pink face of Criss is red.

After Maglin was stunned, he rubbed his hands awkwardly: "I, I mean, you control the horse to keep moving."

"It's all you. Come on." Thinking of resentment and looking down at the clothes, Kerrce turned around and scolded, "You fool."

"You idiot." The Duchess is also scolding the Duke.

The Duke stood at the window and looked at his daughter pushing Maglin down. The stupid boy seemed to lie on the ground for a long time before he got up. He smiled proudly, but there was a scolding from his wife.

The Duke looked down at his wife leaning in his arms.

"Tell him now that you want to take him as an apprentice and teach him martial arts?"

The Duke didn't say anything. He just flashed the target of the seven arrows in his mind. He was a martial artist. He hoped to see talented young people. His eldest son was very calm and very good at leading the army. Although he was only 18 years old now, he already had his own demeanor. But the only regret is that my eldest son's martial arts skills are not particularly excellent.

And when the Duke saw the arrow target and the bow, his heart finally really moved. If Maglin is well cultivated, he may really become another little Ruger.

The competition between the royal power and the Holy See is getting hotter and hotter, and their own camp lacks fresh blood. Did your wife really pick up the treasure this time? Duke Robert stood at the window and thought. From his perspective, there was a group of people coming towards the castle in the direction of the east gate of Deer City. He frowned. It seemed that the direction of people seemed to be coming towards the castle?

And while Cryce and Maglin outside the castle are running towards the gate. After bypassing a corner in the foothills, the gate of the castle is not far ahead. At this time, Grace also saw a large number of people coming this way in front of him. The two sides met when they were about to reach the castle. When Grace saw the people coming, he couldn't help frowning.

The visitor is a young man in his twenties. His face is very white and handsome, but it is obviously a man with a little feminine taste. From his already overly decorated purple robe, it can be seen that this guy's powder tastes a little stronger.

When he saw Grace, he immediately smiled: "Dear Miss Grace, I haven't seen you for a long time. I heard that you came back from outside..."

Speaking of this, the guy's eyes swept over a pair of hands around his waist, and his face suddenly changed. He just looked at him coldly and said rudely, "Your Highness Prince Soster, long time no see. What's the matter?"

"Who is this?"

Maglin stretched out his head at the same time and looked at the young man, His Royal Highness Prince Thorst? Is it the son of His Majesty the Emperor of the Rose Empire? At this time, Maglin looked gray, an old training helmet in the army, the brown leather armor on half of his shoulder, and the abominable hands that made the prince crazy and hugged the waist of Crace.

Prince Soster's already sharp male duck voice became sharper in an instant. He looked at Maglin coldly and was about to continue to greet Kreis, but Kreis mentioned the reins: "I have something else to do. Your Highness, please do it yourself."

After saying that, the horse speeded up quickly, and Maglin, who was behind Grace, screamed, and quickly hugged Grace hard. The whole person suddenly stuck to Grace, or a little smaller than him, leaned against his arms at this moment, but Grace seemed to be used to this intimacy and did not struggle at all. The white horse rushed into the door under the gaze of the prince.

After crossing the suspension bridge, he disappeared into the gate.

Prince Sorcester sat on the horse and looked at the disappearing man and two horses. He asked, "Who is that?"

How can the relatives around him answer?

At this time, standing at the top of the castle, looking at the Duke below, he sneered and lowered his head to the Duchess and said, "Why is this damn fly here again?"

"Speaking of which, you are still his uncle, Robert. Let's go down. He knows you're in there, but how can he introduce Maiglin to him?"

"There's nothing to introduce. You can deal with him. I need to talk to Maglin about something." After saying this, the Duke seemed to know that he was a little unrighteous, so he turned around and hurriedly ran downstairs. Sure enough, the Duchess's sneer came from behind: "You are so busy."

How dare the Duke turn back? He couldn't help laughing and ran all the way down.

Entering his study on the third floor, he ordered the bodyguard in the aisle: "Go and call the lady and the Maglin together."

"Yes."

McGrind, who had already come to the hall, was standing there, and Keres pouted and cursed, "Why did you come back and meet such a disgusting guy?"

"Who is he?" Maglin** noticed that the guy looked at him with a bad look. His eyes were a little strange, as if he were greedy, like a hungry wolf seeing his prey, and there was an extremely strong desire.

This feeling made Maglin feel angry.

"He is the youngest son of His Majesty the Emperor, and his mother is His Majesty's favorite concubine. There are even rumors that His Majesty wants to replace Prince Ribery to inherit the empire in the future, which shows how much he is favored. But no one seems to like him except His Majesty and his mother, except those speculators.

"Is that so?" Maglin just said something and didn't say anything. Grace looked at him with some dissatisfaction: "What do you think of this guy?"

(Damn it, the regular distribution actually lost the manuscript once, which caused me to lose all my attendance last month)