Before he had uncovered Devonshire's true nature, Velin would only treat him as an ordinary Chief Knight Instructor and would not allow him to participate in the territory's development.
He set a two-year period. If the man proved to have no problems and was willing to swear loyalty to him, Velin would spare no effort in cultivating him.
Half a month later, one afternoon, a party of more than twenty people slowly entered Qixing Territory.
The leading Arcanist sensed the surrounding mana environment. Compared to the central region, it was a tier lower.
He did not feel repulsed by a low-mana region.
At the advanced age of one hundred and thirty, he had less than thirty years left to live.
Having entered his twilight years, his soul had begun to decay, and there was no hope of breaking through.
He knew his own talent well. He had already given up hope of reaching Gold-grade, so he had voluntarily requested a transfer to the borderlands and entered the service of the count's son in exchange for an opportunity for his most talented grandson to enter the royal capital's Mage Academy. It was all worth it.
"Teacher, Qixing Territory lies ahead, Young Master Velin's territory." A Mid-Bronze Tier Arcanist holding a staff and wearing a gray Mage Robe bowed to the Arcanist.
"Prepare to greet our new Liege Lord." The Arcanist glanced into the distance before entering the carriage.
The Mid-Bronze Tier Arcanist withdrew and slowly followed the carriage on horseback.
The moment this peculiar party entered Qixing Territory, Velin received word of it.
He had received information about the nine Silver Mages sent by his family six days ago and knew this party's caliber well.
Their combat power was not particularly strong, but they possessed sufficient teaching ability and abundant magical