Chapter 9 Magic

On the way back, they did not encounter the demons' obstruction again, so Xinjie and Gene easily walked out of the trial cave this time. When they stepped out of the cave, they accidentally found that it was already a sunset landscape.

"I didn't expect it to be delayed for so long..." Gene looked up, took a deep breath, looked at the green in his eyes, and suddenly felt good, "Finally, I don't have to be a wanderer anymore!"

"Finally? Didn't you just come today?" Xinjie suddenly opened his mouth.

"Uh... It's true, well, you don't have to worry about that kind of irrelevant little thing anymore. Anyway, Xinjie, I really didn't expect you to say that!"

"What did you say?" Xinjie stopped and looked at Gene.

Seeing Xinjie's indifferent expression, Gene held his forehead helplessly, "You really have enough... Forget it, say something else. You've been here for three days. How do you feel?"

After hearing Xinjie tell himself what he had experienced in the past three days, Gene was speechless, "The reason why you chose your career is really... Forget it, are you still living in the Adventurer Hotel?"

Xinjie nodded and asked, "How about you?"

Gene smiled and said, "I just came today. I haven't found a place to live yet. How about with you?"

"Yes."

Xinjie's answer made Gene very happy. After a day of getting along with him, he felt that Xinjie was not only talkative, too calm, and had some facial paralysis, but he really had no shortcomings...

" By the way, I remember you're going to find the swordsman. Where is he?"

Xinjie took out the swordsman's inauguration process, looked at it and said, "Arena."

"Oh, I'm going to find the head of the Knights of France. He's... Er, in the guest room of Fort Rishelia... I'll go. The head of the Knights of France doesn't stay in the Knights. How can he be in such a strange place!" Gene took a look at his inauguration process and couldn't help complaining.

"The chief swordsman is in the arena and the chief of the knights is in the guest room. This is really..." Gene thought for a long time and didn't know how to describe it. Xinjie happened to say:

"Exotic characteristics."

"Yes!"

After the two agreed to go back to the Adventurer Hotel to meet, they separated at the gate of the arena. Xinjie entered the arena to find the swordsman General Disol, while Gene went to Lisheria to find Janette, the head of the Knights.

The arena is located in the south of Risheya Fort and occupies a large area. This is a building with a strong atmosphere of ancient Rome. Xinjie has never seen the real ancient Roman arena. In his time and space, although ancient Rome has also created a glorious history, it is still slightly inferior to that of China in the same period. In his time and space, the brilliant culture of China is enough to make the world What country is ashamed of?

After entering the arena, Xinjie found that its interior decoration was also quite luxurious. It can be seen that the people of the flange city still retain the spirit of martial arts. From time to time, some beautiful eyebrows and bear-backed men can also be seen. They shouted about Billy and ASS while doing some strange things. Things.

"Hey, the teenager over there is you, the red-haired one!"

Just as Xinjie was about to find Disol, a sudden voice sounded.

The long red hair, as bright as flames, shows an explosive hairstyle. If this hairstyle can be changed to gold, it is purely the protagonist in an anime, so Xinjie feels that the other party should be calling himself.

"Me?" Looking along the voice, Xinjie saw a bearded middle-aged man waving hard at him, so he walked over and asked.

"Hello, uncle."

"Uncle? Do you call me uncle?" The man jumped up as if the cat had stepped on its tail, "Damn it, I'm only 30 years old, and you call me uncle? Do I look that old?"

Is it only 30 years old? Xinjie looked at his mature and immature face and full-faced beard and said honestly, "I thought you were 40 or 50 years old..."

"The soul is light! What kind of look do you have? Are you great when you are young? You are a few years younger than me. What are you proud of?"

"Eleven years old."

"What did you say?" The other party suddenly didn't react.

"I'm 11 years younger than you." Xinjie pointed out the other party's mistakes. His age will not change with time travel. He still maintains the age of the original time and space, 19 years old.

"So you are only 19 years old? It's really enviable... Soulless! Damn, this shouldn't be what we're talking about now. I mean, are you looking for someone to come to the arena so late? It seems that he doesn't want to be more entangled in this issue, and the other party quickly changed the topic.

"I seem to hear that you are envious..." Xinjie was interrupted again before he finished speaking. "I said no need to say this! Did you do it on purpose? Answer me quickly. What are you doing in the arena?

"Find Desol." Although he did not know the identity of the other party, the original residents of the Kingdom of France were still "adventurers" like him, but Xinjie did not care.

"Are you looking for that old Disol?" He noticed the long sword around Xinjie's waist and suddenly realized, "You're not here to work as a swordsman, are you?"

Xinjie nodded, "That's right."

"Hey, I didn't expect that there were still people who would like to work as swordsmen now. I thought everyone would run to be archers!" There was obvious disdain in his voice, "Huh, archer? Isn't it based on a random shot? That guy Shavat made a lot of money from this. One day I will let him admit that his random shooting is not as good as my Qigong bullet!"

The other party seemed to be dissatisfied with the archer, shaking his hand vigorously, and his voice became louder and louder:

"Hmm! My name is Hud, remember it well! One day, I will make everyone in the Kingdom of France remember my name and the skills I created!"

Hard talked for a long time, but when he saw that the other party didn't seem to intend to cooperate with him at all, he had to stop and said, "Hey, how much do you say? What's your name?"

"Xinjie."

"New Jie? It seems that it's the 'others' who came here by those old men, and now they can't go back... Hey, Xinjie, are you listening to me?

Xinjie thought for a moment and suddenly asked, "Who are you?"

"Who am I? Didn't I tell you that my name is Hard? I'm a friend of that old guy Disol. Now I'm here to help him. Forget it. I don't have the mood to talk anymore. I'm not enthusiastic at all. Disol is inside. You can go in and find him.

Waving to Xinjie with some interest, Hud left, obviously dissatisfied with Xinjie's cold attitude to the audience.

Xinjie looked at Hard's departure back and tilted his head to think about it. It seemed that the other party had just said something terrible... But it had nothing to do with him. After shaking his head, he walked towards the room that Hud pointed out.

I knocked on the door and heard someone in the room say, "Come in." Xinjie opened the door and went in.

With a long figure, long hair over the shoulders, a pair of star-like eyes, coupled with the long broad sword at the waist, looks heroic. Such a man made Xinjie have the idea that "he must be the chief swordsman" at first sight of him.

"I'm Disol, the chief swordsman." Sure enough, as Xinjie thought, the man sitting in front of him opened his identity and said in a gentle and friendly tone, "Are you an adventurer from another world? What can you do for me?"

Xinjie took out the letter of recommendation from his arms, and Disol's eyes swept over the letter in Xinjie's hand and was slightly surprised, "Are you here to work as a swordsman?"

Xinjie nodded and handed the letter of recommendation to Disol. After receiving the letter, Disol read it carefully, then put the letter on the table and gently tapped the table with his right finger. After pondered for a while, he said, "Since there is a recommendation from Boroughmian, it shows that you have indeed passed the trial. Congratulations, from today on You are a trainee swordsman. I hope you can carry forward the fine tradition of our swordsman, practice hard, and become a formal swordsman as soon as possible.

Then Disor bowed his head and wrote something on a document, then took out a badge and handed it to Xinjie, "This is a symbol of the identity of a swordsman in the Kingdom of France." Disor paused slightly and then said, "Congratulations on becoming a swordsman again!"

Xinjie took the badge and looked at it. On top was the special emblem of the Kingdom of France - a full map of the kingdom composed of three islands and a long sword. The sword represented the sword, and Xinjie put it away.

"I will be your mentor from today. If you have any questions, you can ask me at any time. Okay, do you have any questions?"

Disol's problem is just a routine. Generally, the other party leaves directly, but he didn't expect Xinjie to be very "cooperative" and said, "Yes."

Disole's lowered head raised again, and a trace of surprise flashed from his eyes, "What's the problem?"

"What exactly is magic?"

This is a problem that Xinjie has always wanted to figure out but has not figured it out, because the people he met know little about this problem, but Disol, as the chief swordsman, should be able to explain it clearly, Xinjie thinks so.

"This question should be answered by Dilciadame, right?" Disol said with a wry smile, "I hope she won't blame me for stealing her job."

Disol's tone was obviously joking. Xinjie didn't say anything and listened quietly.

What is magic? Well, this question is a little abstract. That's how I explain it. Magic is the power of human survival. The power of survival is obtained through food, and it is the power given to people by God. This idea exists in the hearts of the people of the Kingdom of France - including me. In addition to being a physiological energy source, food also has various primitive powers, and the people of the kingdom call the source of this power 'magic'.

Although it is not certain whether this power exists or not, everyone in this country is convinced that 'it is not good to do anything if you are hungry'. At the same time, the country respects chefs with superb skills more than knights.

After saying that, Disol added with a smile, "Sometimes I even think that I should become a senior chef."