Alsey and Dodd were both speculating on the meaning of "new era" in Orlando's mouth. Finn, who was left aside, couldn't help but remind him that he hadn't taught him spells yet.

If it weren't for the venue and situation, Link really wanted to be a standard frustrated body forward.

"Orlando, come and judge. This kid just learned to perceive elements and wanted to skip the most basic single-body fireball technique and directly learn range spells like firewall technique or meteorite rain."

As a spellcaster, Orlando understood where the depression in Link's words came from. He solemnly told Finn not to want to run before he could learn to walk.

"It's useless to deal with the undead single-body spells." Finn had never been exposed to spells before. According to his understanding, there was not much difference between single-body and range, but the demand for magic is different.

"That's why I have to use walking as an analogy. You are barely considered an apprentice now, which is equivalent to a newborn baby. It is the toddler stage. No matter what you think, it is impossible to reach the running stage before you learn how to stand firm." Orlando asked Finn to put a fireball technique first to see how the results were.

"He hasn't taught me how to set fireballs yet." Finn looked at Link with his eyes squinted.

"You didn't plan to learn well at all, right?" Link sighed to the sky. He didn't think that Finn was so stubborn before. He didn't agree to be his teacher. It was indeed the right choice. Anyone who would be angry to death by him.

"Is this going to let me take over his teaching?" The bard's spell is mainly assisted, and it doesn't matter if some basic experience is, but if Finn's target is a mage, Orlando can't teach it any further.

"I'll do it anymore. Anyway, it's the basics. His brain's circuit is different from that of ordinary people, and you may not be able to accept it." Link asked Finn to recondensate elements and still started with the Fireball Art.

After holding back his energy, Finn only gathered a small number of them, less than one-tenth of them just now.

"What's going on? The amount has become smaller?"

Orlando knew the reason, but he couldn't say it in front of Elsie and Dodd. Link is a son of nature and has a strong control over elements. Maybe it's physical contact or subconsciously commanding the elements. That's why Finn succeeded in one go. There were very few geniuses who could learn without a teacher without guidance. The physical fitness of people in other worlds is not stronger than that of Edgar's natives. The most important reason why they are favored by the gods is that they cannot be predicted.

Link also realized that the sharp decline in the element may be related to him. Like Orlando, he did not want to explain the reasons in front of Elsey and Dodd, so he took this opportunity to fool Finn, who refused to learn from the basics.

"Look, the performance is so unstable that you can't even get enough of a fireball technique. You also want to play range spells."

Finn, who was hit, closed his eyes and meditated, and repeated the steps Link said, and the gathering of elements was still pitifully few. Frustrated, he carefully recalled the process of sensing elements just now, and compared the differences between the two times one by one. Finally, he thought of the first time Link put his hand on his head.

Did I succeed in one go and gather so many elements because of the son of nature?

"Practice meditation first, wait until you can be proficient in perceiving elements and reach the level of the first time. I will teach you the fireball technique. Oh, I don't have a magic book on hand, so I have to get one." Calculate the time. It's almost time to leave. Link took the excuse of going back to the bookstore to find a magic book suitable for Finn to read and prepared to leave.

"How do you plan to resettle him? It's not safe to stay in the library. I heard that there are some weird things there recently." There are only mages and scholars who can enter the library. Orlando plans to ask Link to keep Finn in the craftsman area so that he can take care of him nearby and give him some magical foundations. The most important thing is to be able to aid Elsie and others' hearts. Hostages are always safer than a vow that doesn't have much binding force.

"Stay here, it's not convenient to take him." Link couldn't take Finn everywhere, so he could only throw him to Orlando for care.

"Wait! Tell me the trick of casting spells first, and I will think about it slowly by myself." I know that coming to Waolet has a special purpose. Finn asked Link to tell himself how to cast spells first, so that he would not run away and sit and wait wither.

"Is it a trick..." After glanced at Elsie and Dodd, Link thought it would be okay to let them know. Anyway, elemental sensing is related to physical fitness, and some people are born not favored by elements.

"I don't know what the orthodox fireball spells are, but my mage friend once said that spells are nothing more than controlling or manipulating elements to achieve some effect. To put it simply, fireball is to condense the fire elements you sensed together and throw them at the target you want to attack. It's so simple." Link wanted to wait until Finn's perception of the elements was stronger, and then tell him how to use imagination to assist casting. After all, he was not sure that it was 100% effective. "I really should leave. The nobles and mages must have sent people to follow me. Staying here for a long time will inevitably arouse their suspicion."

"After night, the Craftsmen's District will impose a curfew. Don't come here at night." Elsey shouted to Link who was leaving. When his figure disappeared completely, the mercenary leader left Finn alone in the living room and brought Orlando and Dodd upstairs.

"Tell me honestly, who is that guy?"

"Can't say it." Orlando shook his head, "You know that there are some secrets that cannot be said even by the closest relatives."

"Where are you?" Elsey turned his gaze to the assassin who made people shudder.

Due to the faction and the gods, Dodd met with Orlando through Elsey, and their relationship was just a common friendship. However, in terms of Link's identity, the two of them had a rare attitude: "It's confidential. The only thing I can tell you is that the man is not small and got information from the City Lord's Mansion. Earl Sinil's attitude towards him is very unusual."

"So, does the mage know that he is related to the nobles?" Elsie became more and more confused. The nobles and the mage were privately like fire and were both wary of each other. How could they accept a scholar who had a close relationship with the nobles?

Dodd spread his hands, "Then I don't know. I belong to the thorn of the shadow, not the spider web. If you want to investigate more detailed information, you have to find them."

"Tsk~ Whoever wants to find those vampires will speak loudly every time. As long as he is in the city, his identity will be revealed sooner or later." Elsie's eyes fell on the boy in the living room on the first floor. "I would actually take in a mage apprentice, tsk~ If the undead had not retreated to the storm Sea, I wouldn't have to worry that the conflict between the nobles and the mage would intensify due to this short truce."

When it comes to the undead, the atmosphere between the three people has also changed from suspicion to depression. Regardless of faith and organization, the undead are their number one enemy.

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Although the architecture of the Craftsman District is not as luxurious as the aristocratic district, the book collection area is regular and staggered, with many workshops and shops. People come and go on the streets and alleys. In addition to the alchemy and inscription shops related to the wizards, there are also cobblers, tailors, and various daily grocery stores. After all, it gathers two-thirds of the population of the entire city, and it is also the human settlement that Link has seen the strongest atmosphere of life since he traveled through time. No wonder most people want to come in. Compared with the chaotic times outside, this place is indeed a paradise far away from the war.

Attracted by the shops facing the street, Link temporarily threw the idea of ​​returning to the bookstore to find a spell book for Finn. He entered a tailor's shop to buy himself a pair of soft cloth gloves to cover Malik's holy emblem.

After walking for a long time, Link discovered a strange phenomenon - there was no blacksmith shop.

Because of his mage robe, people along the street kept their distance from him intentionally or unintentionally. Even if Link wanted to find someone to inquire about information, they would immediately dodge far away as soon as they approached. Thanks to this strange situation, he noticed that someone was following him, and more than a group of apprentices pretending to patrol the city and apprentices pretending to shop. Whenever Link stopped in front of a certain shop, they would stagnate, repeating this several times. With Link deliberately paying attention, it was not difficult to find these people. In contrast, the third group's techniques were much more secret. He kept changing people all the way, and even the guards and apprentices who were stalkers did not find them.

Just as he was wondering whether to go back to the bookstore, leaving only the stupidest and easiest apprentice, Link finally saw the blacksmith shop, which was larger than other street-side shops. He originally wanted to buy some materials to make some self-defense equipment for Finn, but after entering, he found that the store actually brought together a large number of dwarves and dwarfs. Everyone wore the same collar on their bodies, as if they were slaves.

Alas, humans have not suffered enough. When is it still causing hatred? They don’t think about why the dwarves are unwilling to fight the undead together, because the slave trade has never been forbidden. Relying on the power of magic and wanton behavior, they will sooner or later die under their arrogance and arrogance.

The clerk who supervised whether the slaves were lazy noticed a mage wearing a blue robe walked into the store and hurriedly greeted him.

Linking the blacksmith shop with the overall environment of Waolet City, Link's mood suddenly became a little bad. When the clerk led him to the exhibition area where various finished products and materials were placed, Link's attention was immediately attracted by something.

There was a black leather the size of a dwarf, and a small amount of wind element remained on the hole that was wide. Isn’t this the skin of the monster he killed? How could it be here?

"Are you interested in this? This is a monster that is only found in the abyss, Trolopo." The clerk introduced the new product he had just arrived.

Of course I know what it is, the question is how come this thing is here?

Link remembered the group of refugees who went to Waolet to escape from the underground, saying that the underground passage was occupied by the undead. He didn't think much about it at the time. Could it be that Sand City below Grantham Fortress was not spared? If so, why did this thing that should be the spoils of the undead appear in Waolet?

Realizing that one of the nobles and the mages must have colluded with the undead, Link asked the clerk beside him who opened the store.

"You just came here. Most of the industries in this city belong to Earl Sinier."

Earl Sinier, I think I have heard of it somewhere...

It took a while before Link remembered that this Earl of Sinier was the title of the city lord Thurvis.

So, he is the one who is in the enemy of the undead. No wonder he was just mentioned by me, and he was determined to kill himself when he mentioned Krenberg's knights and lichs, etc... The knights are from Krenberg's territory and have no direct relationship with him. They know that I am the son of nature and dare to kill... Could it be that those knights he sent someone to fake?

Clang!

The sound of metal falling to the ground pulled Link back from his thoughts. Not far ahead, a dwarf was pulling the collar that was constantly tightening around his neck. A few iron ingots were scattered beside him. Seeing this, the clerk immediately went up and kicked him hard.

"You guys are not honest!"

The slaves in the entire store stopped their work and glared at the clerk who was still kicking the dwarf.

"Recognize your status! No matter what your identity was before, you are just slaves now!" The clerk was not affected by the murderous eyes at all. When the dwarf under his feet stopped moving, he walked back to Link and smiled again: "It is really rude to let you see such a scene. There is no way. These dwarfs were just sent and have a particularly stubborn personality."

This clerk with a slightly white skin and a lot of freckles is about the same age as Finn, no more than twenty years old. At this age, what he said makes Link feel heartbroken. He is like this city, cold-blooded and selfish.

I guess those collars are not only marks of slaves, but also some means to restrict the wearer. Without them, would this young man dare to treat a dwarf who is far more powerful than himself?

Turning his eyes to the kicked dwarf, Link was shocked again.

The dwarf who was wading on the ground lay on his side, facing him, and although there was blood on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were particularly bright.

He recognized this dwarf, the captain of Sand City!

From the angle of looking up, you can see Link's face clearly even with a hood.

From the bright eyes of the dwarf, Link knew that he had recognized himself, so he accidentally knocked down the iron ingots that were not much weight.

What to do? Will you save him? There are other slaves here. If I ask the city lord, Sevis might agree, but I can save this group, what should I do if the next group? It is not a day or two for humans to force other species to become slaves. In the early days of the Silver Age before the empire, there was a considerable slave trade.

Just as Link was mentally prepared to be called out by the other party, the dwarf calmly picked up the iron ingots that fell to the ground and stood up and left.

Is he not going to ask for help? Do he understand that I can't rescue all of them alone, or do he know that I must have another task when I come here...

Link was in a worse mood than before he came in, staring at the figure of the Dwarf Guard until he completely disappeared into the inner room.

Since he chose to endure, I cannot waste his efforts. Wait until Blade takes over the clergy...
Chapter completed!