Departure

At the gate of White Flower City, a Black Horse stood beside the gate, while two people were talking nearby.

"Elan, good luck."

Finley looked at the man in black robes before him, his heart filled with complex emotions. He knew that he had become a lord entirely because of the man's help.

Without his opponent, he might have been defeated by the two knights in their first duel.

He also knew that, given the other party's strength, they would never be content to stay in his White Flower Territory as a knight living a leisurely life.

Therefore, after becoming a lord, he didn't even try to persuade him.

Fran smiled and said:

"Finley, may your lands also be secure."

At this moment, Finley suddenly said:

"By the way, Elan, do you have a way to get your hands on that thing Stefan gave you during the last duel? I've already sent people to Gede Town, but we still haven't found it."

Fran scratched her head. After the last duel, Finley had been very interested in the Spear that she had specially given to Stefan, and kept asking her what it was.

At the time, she only said that she bought the item from the Alliance.

This Spear is a custom version made by Fran, who engraved a magical rune on it that resembles an explosive flow of air.

When in use, it will directly release a [Steam Jet].

However, just like Magic Scroll, it's a one-time use item. After each use, it needs to be re-engraved for it to have any effect.

Furthermore, the Spear fires five bullets directly; she didn't even design a reloading function, the bullets were simply inserted before it was even made.

So that Spear was a disposable item. Fran had made it beforehand, and only gave it to Stefan because he couldn't do anything else.

So Fran said directly:

"I'm sorry, Finley, I obtained this from a mage in the Alliance. Since you couldn't find it, it means it's that mage's personal creation. Even I don't have that mage's contact information."

Finley stroked his chin and said:

"Alright then, if this kind of thing had been sold publicly a long time ago, the impact on the Battlefield would have been too great."

Finley accepted the fact that the item hadn't been found, and then he continued:

"Then good luck."

Good luck to you too.

After saying this, Fran mounted her horse and headed towards the Northern Territory.

At the Northern Territory Pass, the Blood Wolf Knights stationed there were now filled with resentment.

If they weren't all First Order Profession, after staying here for more than a month, they probably wouldn't even have any resentment left; they would have been frozen to death.

This past month has been the most unforgettable one for them since they became official members of the Blood Wolf Knights.

Every day was just eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating, and when it was my turn to stand guard, I would stand guard for a while. That's how I lived this monotonous life.

It's not that no one has considered practicing swordsmanship here, but after a few people tried it, the idea fizzled out.

Each time, they had to brave the cold and find a spacious place in the wind to practice.

After only a few swings of the sword, my hands were freezing.

Even if I managed to persevere, the physical exertion forced me to eat two more pieces of black bread that were as hard as rocks.

The cold air alone made them extremely uncomfortable, so no one suggested doing any extra exercise.

These knights now secretly curse their leader when he's not looking.

Although they dared not disobey their commander's orders, the suffering they endured still caused them to harbor considerable resentment towards him.

The perspective shifts to the other side, where Connor, the leader of the Blood Wolf Knights, holds Tracking Bug and looks at the mage before him.

The mage was wearing a purple robe, and judging from the patterns on the robe, he was an Elemental School.

He had black hair, a high-bridged nose, and eyes full of impatience.

"Have you finished checking? I still need to go to the Northern Lands Society."

Connor looked at the Tracking Bug, which had just been fed the enhancement drug and was still unconscious, unable to effectively track what they wanted.

"Search."

Connor waved his hand, and several knights on guard rushed forward, pinned him to the ground, and began searching his body.

"Hey, what are you doing? This place is so close to the Alliance, how dare you do this...?"

His scathing rebuke did not deter anyone; the knights extracted a great deal of information from him.

Connor unfolded the paper and saw the registration information of the sorcerer in front of him.

"Dorian Sloan, Formal Mage from the Highland Province, belonging to the Elemental School, applied to join the Northern Lands Society ten days ago..."

Dorian himself knew that the knights in front of him were members of the Blood Wolf Knights, and that if things went wrong, they might really kill him.

Therefore, he only offered slight resistance and dared not make any further moves.

Finally, just as the knights were practically turning his underwear upside down, the Tracking Bug came to life and slowly circled the bottle.

This indicates that Dorian is unlikely to be carrying the item they want.

"Let's go, kid."

Another knight called out to him.

Dorian could only suppress his frustration, stuff his belongings into his pack, and head towards the Northern Territory.

After taking a few steps, he turned around and cursed the knights.

"You wait, once I reach the Northern Territory, I'll have the Northern Territory Battle Mage Corps deal with you."

After saying that, he quickly walked into the canyon and never dared to look back.

The knights were unmoved by these words, for they had already heard them from their captain.

"Why would the Northern Territory Battle Mage Corps come for something so trivial? Even if they killed us all, what they got from me wouldn't be enough to cover their losses coming here."

Connor continued to gaze at the distant horizon, a sense of unease creeping into his mind: why were there so many more mages passing through this area lately?

During the first thirty days of their stay here, they did not encounter a single mage, but in the last ten days, this was already the fourth mage they had met.

What happened in the Northern Territory that sent so many mages there?

Connor shook his head, no longer thinking about it. He wasn't a mage himself, so there was no point in thinking about it.

He quickly estimated in his mind that there were only three days left on his original date.

This made him frown, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end it all turned into a helpless sigh.

This was the first time he felt a little insecure about his persistence; his mind was now filled with the thought, "Am I wrong?"

Just then, the sound of hooves came from afar. It was a Black Horse, and a person dressed in a black robe was sitting on it.