Fallen Bone Demon (Part 1)

War in the lands of the duchies had always begun with the infiltration of elite scholars and warriors, who were dispatched ahead of the large-scale official legions to gather intelligence and assassinate key figures, thereby reducing the resistance faced when the main armies formally went to war.

Whoosh, whoosh.

High in the sky, two black shadows flashed past.

They were none other than [Starfish Touch] Anemo and Reilo, who had strongly insisted on participating in this war.

After spending two months immersed in the tower of the Royal Academician Committee in Gran, Reilo and the old academician had both benefited greatly from their selfless academic exchanges.

"Before we left, His Majesty repeatedly instructed me to ensure your safety. I truly cannot understand why you refuse to stay in Saint Grand Fort, where you would be perfectly comfortable, and insist on coming to this barren, remote place, Dubit Province, to participate in this war. There are countless people trying to hide from it."

Anemo's flying mount was actually a gigantic black object more than ten meters long, formed by enlarging a fine-grade magic staff. It looked like a miniature airship.

This was also the old woman's prized magic tool.

Fine-grade magic tools were so rare that only a handful had ever been created throughout the history of the vast duchies. Even Corleon did not possess one.

However.

In some respects, perhaps it was precisely because Corleon had abandoned such pursuits and devoted all its resources to constructing the Corleon Institute of Biological Research that he had achieved his current accomplishments.

Resources were limited, and there was inherently a balance between the two.

"Have you forgotten, Master?"

Reilo replied wistfully, "My former Solar Energy Laboratory was in Dubit Province."

Compared with the old woman's fine-grade magic tool, Reilo had obtained some Mithril