Night Crow Master

Sierra, or Marshall Sierra.

Although his last name is Sierra, it is the same as the name of Sierra County.

However, he is only the descendant of the nobleman of the knight class, a distant relative of the current Earl of Sierra for more than ten generations.

His father was not qualified to marry other noble ladies or ladies, and his mother was just a commoner.

Although there are many precedents for adding civilians' names to surnames, it is clear that his parents did not do so when they named him.

Among his names, there are only his name and family surname.

As the heir of the lowest-level nobleman, he didn't have much idea about inheriting the name of the knight and becoming one of the dozens of "Master Serra".

He didn't want to compete with his brother for the position of heir, so he chose to travel everywhere as a wandering wizard.

If you can meet other wizards and nobles and become followers or apprentices of the other party, even if you are just a baron viscount, if you have a chance to be appreciated, you may be able to gain territory.

But it is not so easy. It is not the change of power, and the positions of the nobles have basically been fixed.

Either way, it is a difficult road.

And this time, he came to the county town of Philek, not to meet the earl of Philek.

Not long ago, he had managed to reach the strength of the elementary apprentice. He didn't have the capital to visit Earl Filek. Even if he visited, he had no capital. As a result, he had no good results except being politely sent out by the housekeeper.

Therefore, he just came to the Mercenary Guild with the purpose of meeting other wandering wizards.

Poetry of the Dark Night...

This meditation is terrible.

Because the attribute aptitude only has dark attributes, he has no other choice but to choose this meditation.

Thinking of this, Marshall couldn't help but look at the Mr. Angus in front of him.

Lord Angus’s meditation should be the superior version of the meditation of Dark Night Poetry.

Most of the meditation thoughts are based on the integration of one or several series of spells to adjust a suitable path.

Dark night poetry is the kind that is suitable for illusion and creation spells. If you have the talent of creation and illusion school, and have dark attributes, you will get twice the result with half the effort if you practice dark night poetry.

Especially a series of source spells that construct meditation thoughts.

In the construction, a series of spells were used as templates, and after integration and adjustment, a meditation idea was created.

These template spells are also called interface spells.

The construction of these interface spells, because Meditation has an interface, the difficulty of construction can be reduced a lot.

Marshall sighed in his heart. He learned the Dark Night Poetry and Meditation. Among the interface spells, there should also be creation servant spells.

If it is correct, it is the Shadow Servant.

The Dark Night Phantom is a higher-level dark attribute creation spell than the Shadow Servant, capable of projecting consciousness for manipulation.

Looking at the black violin in Angus's hands, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

It seems to be a spell of the same interface.

For example, the idea of ​​the Heart of Flames passed down from their family is derived from the idea of ​​the Burning Furnace of Count Serra, which is the lower version of the Burning Furnace.

There are several other low-level versions of the Forge of Fire, such as the Scar of Fire.

They have many spells with the same fire attribute.

Thinking of this, he pursed his lips a little nervously. If Lord Angus’s meditation thoughts are the superior version of Dark Night’s poems, then he can get Mr. Angus’s meditation thoughts...

The dark thoughts of Dark Night Poetry are too bad, even worse than their family's Fire Heart.

The several interface spells he exchanged with were very poor.

The shadow psionic ring can only create a weak circular psionic shield, and the blocking area is so small, at first glance, it is a specialized version of the dark attribute of the psionic hand, which can only lift light objects such as hats and clothes.

A little heavier won’t work.

This time I saw Your Excellency Angus, I must find the opportunity to exchange this meditation idea from the other party.

Even if it doesn't work, keep a good relationship, in order to have the opportunity to save enough resources in the future, in exchange for this meditation idea from Angus.

He had not inquired about the superior version of Dark Night Poems for a long time.

It is impossible for him to change other meditation thoughts from different sources. Even if he changes, he will need to pay a great price.

Not only the resources, but the psychic vortex originally cultivated will shrink or even disappear.

Yate didn't expect that this little wizard who he thought was interested in "art" actually regarded his meditation thoughts as the superior version of the dark night poetry meditation thoughts.

He just felt that the little wizard's eyes were a little weird.

It’s no wonder that Yate thinks this way, because he has practiced the dark night poetry meditation and recognized that the other party is the same meditation idea. He naturally thought that the other party also recognized his meditation idea. The look of envy and respect made him think of other aspects.

The envy of a junior wizard apprentice for the strength of the advanced wizard apprentice, and the envy of a junior wizard apprentice who has no creative talent for the creative talent.

But speaking of it...Serra...

Elti’s mother’s surname seems to be Sierra, and another apprentice of the mentor, remembers to be called Viggers Lulse Sierra.

What is the relationship between the mentor and the nobles of Sierra County?

Before he did not know that the tutor was a duke, the information he found was:

The first lady of the Earl of Mercury was the daughter of Earl of Ludi, but she did not leave an heir to the Earl of Mercury. Later, the Countess died in an accident.

The second lady was the daughter of Count Serra, who was also Elty's mother.

The two counties are married.

But after knowing the strength and background of the mentor, the information didn't feel like it was true.

The mercury maid Aisha is more like the wife of the teacher.

Even if Duke Qiangwei is the mentor's wife, he can believe it, as for the first two...

With his cognition and the information found, it feels more like an apprentice.

Whether Elti is the mentor's biological daughter is also a question, he feels Elti does not look like a half-elf.

As Art's thoughts spread, Marshall called his name weakly:

"Your Excellency Angus? Your Excellency Angus?"

"Sorry, I'm distracted."

The Phantom of Yate shrugged his shoulders and showed a smile, and the others in the Mercenary Guild also heard the conversation between the two.

"What black phantom? What is that?"

"Dark Night Phantom, a kind of clone spell used by wizards, can cast consciousness onto the shadow, forming a clone."

"It's the same as that... servant spell, right?"

"Huh? This is probably the same, right?"

When the mercenaries were talking about it, some of the mercenaries showed some envy in their eyes.

The magic of the wizard is really convenient and powerful.

They could not see that Mr. Angus was a phantom.

Listening to the discussion of the mercenaries around, Marshall felt a little proud.

Mr. Angus...No, Lord Angus’s spells are only seen by him~

Similar to other elemental phantoms, the magic phantom formed by the night phantom should be black with the dark attribute, and the whole person is black, but...

The phantom of Lord Angus, there should be magic items like a mask on his face, right?

He carefully looked at the position of Yate Phantom's cheeks and neck, and saw a trace of black shadow swaying like a flame on the edge of the neck.

And Mary couldn't help but cast her gaze on Yate's phantom.

She didn't realize that "Angus" turned out to be a clone.

At the sight of everyone, Yate just shrugged his shoulders:

"Compared to this, I am almost the same..."

And at this moment, he inadvertently looked at the door, but saw someone he hadn't expected.

...

"It's so grand!!!"

Looking at the decorations inside the mercenary guild, Li Ann, with flushed cheeks, exclaimed with bright eyes: "This place looks much more magnificent than the mercenary guild in Ludi County."

But her exclaiming loudly made everyone in the Mercenary Guild unable to help but cast their sights on the four of them.

The eyes of a group of mercenaries scanned the four of them.

The thinnest man among the four was swallowed by the neat sight, and he couldn't help swallowing, and looked at the dapper man beside him:

"Karov team, captain, what's the matter?"

"Just keep it quiet and be natural." Glancing at the interior decoration of the mercenary guild, as well as the weird eyes with a little contempt in the eyes of others, Karlov quickly understood the situation.

However, Liann didn't notice the eyes of other people, and looked at the beautiful decoration on the wall and ceiling with a slightly blurred look:

"It's really great here—whoop—"

The next moment, she was covered by Bauer.

"It's really different from other mercenary guilds, isn't it?" Bauer smiled awkwardly at the mercenaries who cast their sights around.

However, Haun didn't have such a good temper, and the contemptuous sights around him made him feel very dazzling. He had seen such sights more than once.

Those who are jealous of his extraordinary ability will always look at him like this.

He stopped Liane behind him and shouted:

"Asshole, don't think we will be afraid of you! What to look at! Don't think that you can enter the upper class by changing the decoration. The scum is scum! Believe it or not, I will stuff your weapons into your arms!"

And these rude shouts and swear words made a group of mercenaries frowned:

"Big guy, do you want to die?"

His provocation aroused public anger.

Director Kerbers's face darkened.

Mary also shook her head. She didn't plan to care about the next thing, as long as there were no dead people.

"Come if you have the ability!"

The previous experience made Haun very depressed, and he almost died when he came to Filek County, and the materials were gone.

He drew the big sword from his back and pointed it at everyone:

"I'll speak before you win, scumbags!"

"I advise you, it's better to remove your sword."

Yate, who was going to watch with cold eyes, narrowed his eyes slightly and said.

Because he was standing in the direction that the big man's sword was pointing, and that huge sword could be said to be pointing at his head.

In response to Yate’s advice, Howne looked at his size and stance, and then smiled disdainfully:

"Remove? What are you? Youben beat me beforehand!"

The depression of the past few days needs to be vented. This man does not even have an emblem on his chest, and he does not look like a strong person. As long as it is not apocalypse, what is terrible?

Haun raised the great sword, pointed at Yate's eyes, and provoked:

"Come on! Little dwarf! You—"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a few exclamations--