After winning the duel again, the third young master walked back with his subordinates happily.
Although all wooden weapons were used in the duel, the force of the cavalry collision was too great, and both sides suffered casualties. Dead soldiers can get a pension of ten silver coins. As for the dead pack horses, dried meat is also a good army ration.
In the past, my father always felt that the eldest brother's ideas were correct, but now, the third young master clearly felt that his father was more interested in his ideas.
Sure enough, victory is the best way to convince a person.
The Third Young Master waved to the Eldest Young Master proudly, ignoring the latter's fire-breathing eyes, let most of the cavalry return to the camp first, and then led a small group of cavalry to go the other way. Important people share, but walking, only to find that there is a person blocking the way.
If ordinary people dared to block the way of the army, the third young master would step over without saying a word, and the cavalry would just step on them and grind them to a pulp.
But the person in front is 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 a magician, it is already a consensus that one should not be offended if one can do so. The other party was just blocking the way, and it didn't look too hostile, so the third young master held back his unhappiness and tried to speak calmly.
Beta said: "Give me a pack horse."
Upon hearing this, the third young master laughed: "It's no problem to give you a pack horse, but as a spell caster, you actually robbed me, isn't it a little disrespectful?"
Beta said with a flat expression: "Last night, my horse was stolen by your subordinates. I don't know where it was taken by your cavalry. I just came to ask you for one."
The third young master is very smart, once he heard this, he knew that the people below must be making decisions privately again. Facing the caster, they dare not come hard, so they can only use this kind of shady method.
The third young master only guessed half right. When Beta went to sleep yesterday, he didn’t wear a magic robe, but just ordinary Chinese clothes. The soldier thought he was a little nobleman traveling, and he didn’t dare to offend him, so he tried to get the pack horse stole. If they knew that Beta was a spellcaster, they wouldn't even dare to steal it.
"Sorry, I apologize for the recklessness of the soldiers."
The third young master got off his horse, bent down slightly, and scolded those soldiers in his heart. He dared to provoke a spellcaster without messing with anyone. Didn't he want to harm him
Fortunately, this magician seems to be quite easy to talk to.
Some soldier pulled a pack horse up to Beta, then backed off.
Beta was about to leave on horseback when the third young master suddenly said, "Your Excellency, can you sit on my manor?"
"Sorry, I'm in a hurry."
Beta rejected the other party's invitation, rode on the pack horse, turned and left. He went back to the hotel to pay the rent, and he didn't need to pack anything, so he rode his horse and left. As soon as he left the city, he saw a cavalry standing in front of him at the intersection.
But they didn't stop Beta, because they saw Beta from a distance, so they took the initiative to get out of the way.
The identity of the spellcaster is very useful no matter where it is.
Beta continued to move forward, and when they approached, the two sides nodded to each other as friends.
Seeing that Beta was about to pass by the group of people, Beta suddenly stopped, and his eyes fell on a person.
This small action naturally aroused the vigilance of the other party. Most of them immediately pressed their hands on the hilt of their waists, staring at Beta.
The one Beta noticed was a young man, whose appearance was somewhat similar to that of the Third Young Master.
"Is there anything you want?" The young man spoke first: "We don't seem to know each other."
"I'm Cook Green, a dragon vein warlock." Beta moved his eyes to the other's face: "I'm sorry to disturb you."
Dragon Vein Warlock, upon hearing this word, the young subordinates became even more nervous, and many of them had their weapons half unsheathed. Warlocks are surprisingly strong in everyone's hearts, especially dragon veins.
The young man graciously raised his hand and pressed down, telling his subordinates not to get excited, then he looked at Beta and asked curiously: "My lord, what do you want from me?"
"Can you show me the ornaments on your waist?" Beta pointed.
A square-shaped ornament hung on the waist of the other party, with strange lines on it, and a faint magical luster flowing.
"Okay. My name is Rhys Thorin." The young man took off the jewelry from his waist and handed it to Beta: "This magic item is very strange. It is our ancestral item. It is usually given to the eldest son to wear it, but no one Know what it's for."
"Well, I know you. I watched you duel with someone else's cavalry just now." Beta took the adornment, looked at it, and said, "Although you lost badly, you still left a deep impression on me." .”
"Sorry, I really made a fool of myself just now." Rees smiled wryly.
After getting the item in his hand, the system sound of 'beep' sounded, and Beta thought about it, and found an orange epic task: National Treasure appeared in the task system bar.
This is definitely a very precious thing.
Beta felt the texture of the ornament with his fingers, and then looked at the pattern on it. After checking again and again, he was sure that this thing was indeed the entrance key to the tomb of the ancestors of Frans. He had seen it in the game. The silver wings The trade union somehow got this thing. They ransacked the tomb of the ancestors of the Frans royal family, and then posted the process and quest props on the forum.
Of course, the royal family of France also knew about this, but at that time it was already in 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 strong. After weighing it over and over again, he insisted on not issuing another order, and kept the matter to himself.
Beta was surprised...how could such an important thing be in the hands of this young man.
"This thing is worth researching. I'm quite interested. Can you sell it to me?" Beta asked while returning the thing to the other party.
Reese shook his head: "I'm sorry, this thing was given to the ancestors by a strange spellcaster more than three hundred years ago... Anyway, it's quite precious."
Seeing that Fang was unwilling to reveal too much information about the key, Beta didn't care. He said, "I'm very interested in the magic pattern on this thing and the magic knowledge involved. Can it really be sold?"
"Feel sorry."
Beta thought for a while and said, "Then I will trade with you with other things, for example, let your cavalry regiment beat your younger 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 he was afraid of losing money.
When dealing with people, it depends on who is the first to be impatient. The Royal Tomb Key is indeed very important, but Beta believes that there should be no one who knows what this thing is and what it does, except himself.
That being the case, he is not in a hurry, anyway, in the future, there will be more ways to get it, for example... find a chance to steal it.
"It seems that you don't want to, that's a pity."
Beta left a word, turned around and left. After not taking a few steps, Reese finally lost his composure and called out to Beta: "Your Excellency, please wait, would you like 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 a proof of the heir." Under Beta's curious questioning, Reese talked about the origin of the key: "I don't know too much about the details, I just listened to Said, this thing was given to our family more than 300 years ago. He said it was for us to keep it, and one day, someone will come to take it away. The caster has helped our family a lot, so this thing is It has been passed down from generation to generation, but in the past three hundred years, no one has ever asked about this thing. You are the first... "
With a thought in Beta's mind, he suddenly felt that there was a bit of weirdness in this story.
"Are you the one who came to take it?" Reese looked at Beta curiously.
Beta shook his head: "It should be an accident, I'm just curious about the magic pattern on it."
"That doesn't matter. For so many years, you have been the only one who has spoken. Is it okay for you?" Rees smiled and said, "Then, can you tell me how to defeat my brother?"
Rees spoke, and pushed the key in front of Beta.
Beta did not take the key away, but said: "Actually, your heavy cavalry, facing your brother's pack horse cavalry regiment, is impossible to win. Light cavalry is naturally restrained by heavy cavalry."
"The most powerful part of the heavy cavalry is to attack the infantry formation, not to deal with the light cavalry."
Reese knew these things too, but he didn't stop Beta from speaking, but listened quietly.
"It's not too difficult to deal with your younger brother, as long as you are willing to put in some thought." Beta tapped the table lightly with her fingers, and then said: "First, you have to reduce the weight of cavalry and horse armor, horses and people, They are all only equipped with frontal armor, and the rear armor is removed, which can reduce the burden on the horses."
Reese was moved, but still asked: "In this case, the back of the cavalry is not easy to attack?"
"The cavalry was attacked on the back, with or without that layer of armor, they are all dead."
Reese nodded, feeling that what Beta said was quite reasonable.
"Secondly, you must strengthen the stamina of the military horse."
Rees shook his head helplessly: "The military horses I have cultivated are already the best in the world, but their lack of physical strength has always been their weakness."
"Magic can do things that ordinary means can't do." Beta gently swiped his finger on the table, and a miniature magic circle appeared on the table: "This is the magic circle for strengthening endurance, which can be tattooed on the horse to strengthen the horse." endurance."
Reese's expression was obviously surprised: "How much can it be strengthened."
"At least on the same level as a draft horse."
In the game, many magicians know this magic circle, and both army horses and pack horses can engrave it, so army horses are still inferior to pack horses in terms of physical strength.
But in this world, Beta felt that not many people would know how to do it. Otherwise, as Reese, his elite army horses would all be engraved with this thing.
"But what if the enemy captures my army horse, will they also learn 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. There is no way for ordinary people to imitate them. Therefore, I need you, Your Excellency 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, pasted it on an army horse for experimentation, and found that... the effect was really obvious.
Then at noon, Beta saw the caster who planned to learn the magic circle from him, the magician of 3.
"This is my lover, Sheila. She has a lot of research on magic circles, so she should be able to learn it."
The stamina strengthening magic circle is not too advanced, but if anti-copying means are added to the magic circle, it will become more advanced.
The young woman studied with Beta for seventeen days, and when Beta was almost impatient, the young woman finally learned the magic circle.
Reese looked extremely embarrassed. He presented a bag and said, "Sorry, I have wasted so much of your time. This is my wish, please accept it."
There were some beautiful gems in the bag, Beta accepted it with a smile, and left the city with the key.
To go to the sanctuary, you have to pass through the royal city of France, the city of France.
When he was approaching Frans, Beta saw a carriage rushing towards the front of the road. The speed of the carriage was very fast. It will fall apart in a second.
The workmanship of the carriage is very good, the quality is excellent, and it did not fall apart, but a person was thrown out from inside, fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and then two arrows were shot from a distance, and they hit accurately. The people on the ground died immediately.
This person was more than a hundred meters away from Beta, even if Beta wanted to save him, it would be too late.
Then the carriage stopped, and the coachman staggered to the side of the deceased, picked him up, and only shouted angrily: "Seventh Prince..."
Then he too was shot in the head with an arrow.
I'm going... This is Beta's first reaction, how can I encounter this kind of palace fight and vendetta on the road.
He suddenly felt something was wrong, touched his body, and found that the key of Wang Ling was hot.
When Beta was frowning, he kept chasing after the five men in black on horseback behind the carriage, walked to the side of the two deceased, surrounded them, and after confirming that the two were dead, they turned their attention to Beta.
"Magician? Killed."
Even if the other party is covering their face, Beta can still tell that the speaker's voice is very old.
Beta sneered in his heart, and a gold coin was already in his hand.