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Salin's Metatlin Mercenary Team's equipment was changed from the main force. Under Ainphent's lead, they set off for the border of the Rhine Duchy. Most of the equipment of the soldiers in the city were flashy but impractical. Fortunately, the Church could not organize another expedition in a few months. Otherwise, they would only reach the north after winter.
In the areas controlled by the Metatlin Kingdom, once winter came, marching would be a nightmare.
Salin did not mobilize the ten thousand Bitter Water County soldiers in West Town. He had already contacted Rex, and Rex agreed to work with Salin to divide the land in the north of Phoenix. She had kept these soldiers for this purpose. If Salin directly intervened in Phoenix, the nobles of the Qinyin Empire would resent him. If he worked with her, there would be no need to worry.
Salin had enough troops in the north, and Rex could provide a reason. Both sides would take what they needed.
When the battle in Phoenix started, these ten thousand soldiers could be transferred over to fill in the gaps.
Salin only realized how difficult it was to make equipment on a large scale after he tried it. Rex's mages were familiar with this, but the requirements for what Salin wanted to create were too high. As a last resort, Salin gathered the Great Mages around him to make high-level parts, and let the low-level Mages and apprentices make low-level parts.
Fortunately, the equipment Eleanor designed were all of strict specifications. Making them separately could increase speed. But Salin did not have enough materials.
His Thundercloud Wood and Celestial Cherry Wood could not only be used on the Elven Alchemy Crossbow and Elven Wings. Other equipment needed these two rare materials too. As a last resort, Salin sent the Winged Skeleton and Nelis out to continue salvaging the sunken ships.
The gathering point to calculate the route of the sunken ships mentioned last time had not been explored yet. Salin did not dare to leave Metatlin for the time being, and could only endure.
It was very difficult. The only thing Salin felt was that it was very difficult.
In the past, when he faced life and death, it was only him alone. But now, he had more than a hundred trusted aides by his side, and there were also more than a hundred nobles who were firm in their beliefs. The subordinates of these people, the people who had sworn to follow them to death, added up to several thousand. If everyone wanted to have a future, they needed his backing.
It felt good to be needed, but at the same time, it was also a kind of burden. Salin had to persevere. There was no way out. In the past, he could run if he could not win, but now he could not abandon Metatlin, the city that bore his name.
Shika was also very busy and rarely came to the temple. He stayed in the Southern Courtyard, training the Gaugass soldiers. The mages of Seriger Island and Kushui County had all gone to the alchemy factory to craft equipment day and night.
The residents of the city, on the other hand, were in a state of peace. There were still competitions in the arena every day. The people of Metatlin City were already used to watching the competitions. Similarly, there would be one or two lucky people who would receive prize money every few days. Although no one had won the highest prize of 100 gold coins, the citizens were still very interested.
One day, Salin came out of the alchemy factory and went to the docks with Eleanor to relax. When they arrived at the docks, they saw that the prosperity there was already unimaginable. There were hundreds of ships in the harbor, and the metal tracks on the docks were filled with vehicles. Giant puppets, under the guidance of apprentices, moved boxes that weighed thousands of kilograms. The creaking sounds sounded like gold coins rubbing against each other.
Salin looked up and saw the lonely white mountain on his left. His heart moved, and he said to Eleanor, "Let's go up and take a look."
Salin did not enter through the teleportation formation. Instead, he brought Eleanor and used the Cloud Walking spell to fly to the peak. The soldiers below recognized Salin's skill. In the entire continent, only Salin could use this flying spell.
"Sir!" Magician Truman, who was guarding the peak, saw Salin's cloud flying over from afar. He stood up and respectfully greeted him at the cave entrance.
Salin flew into the cave within the white mountain, dispersed the cloud, and looked around. The area of the cave was not small. It was cut into a hexagon, and its diameter was about 20 meters.
Six turrets, each facing an opening. Only the turret facing the port had the miniature magic cannon.
"Eh?" Salin's gaze landed on Truman again, and he asked in surprise, "You've become a Great Magician?"
"Yes, Sir." Truman stood with his hands by his side, and replied in a neither servile nor overbearing manner. He was slightly older than Salin, and when he came out from Serrig Island, he was only a level-three magician.
It was relatively easy for the level-four and level-five magicians under Salin to advance. They had accumulated a lot on Serrig Island, and in the elemental rich environment of the Temple. With Salin's guidance, almost all the Great Magicians had advanced.
However, Truman, a level-three magician, had to guard this turret every day, and had no chance to enter the Temple. Salin had arranged for him to stay here because Truman had only advanced to level-three, and there was still a long way to go before he could become a Great Magician.
It was not that Salin looked down on Truman, but that none of the low-level magicians who followed Salin in the Temple had advanced to become a Great Magician.
This Truman, he had only sent someone to deliver a low-level magic core every day, and with such a little support, he had advanced to become a Great Magician!
"Truman, which Master is your teacher?" Salin thought to himself. This Truman's inheritance was probably from one of the Magic Shooters on Serrig Island.
"I don't have a teacher." Truman answered with some difficulty, and a trace of sadness appeared in his eyes. There were too many magicians on Serrig Island, and to gain the favor of an Magic Shooter, one had to rely on luck. His luck had never been good, and many opportunities had slipped away from him.
"Truman, although I'm only a level-six magician, are you … willing to be my student?" Salin's words were a little abrupt. Although Truman was two levels lower than him, they were both Great Magicians, and their statuses were very close. In terms of strength, it would not be a problem for Truman to be his follower, but as a student, there was no precedent. If a Great Magician were to be the student of another Great Magician, people would definitely think that Salin was arrogant.
Truman stood there with a complicated expression, and it was hard to tell if he was happy or sad. He had been born on Serrig Island since young, and was only the youngest son of a swordsman. This swordsman was the follower of a Great Magician, and he had been influenced since young to become an apprentice. After that, he did not receive any special guidance, and only followed the Great Magician to help with some magic experiments. He could read a lot of books, but he did not receive any guidance.
"I am willing." Truman raised his head, and there was a hint of passion in his eyes.
"Then, let Great Magician Eileen be the witness. Truman, do you know that my teacher is Jason? Statham. From today onwards, you are a disciple of this line. Eileen … "
"Eileen?" Salin called out twice, but saw that Eileen was staring at the magic cannon in a daze, and did not hear his call at all. For an elf, this was a rare thing.
Salin had no choice but to cast a Cleansing spell. The moment the elemental fluctuations appeared, Eileen immediately woke up. She adjusted her posture, and was about to cast an instantaneous defensive spell. Only then did she realize that it was Salin who was calling her.
"This is a magic cannon?" Eileen pointed at the miniature cannon on the battery.
"Yes, from the Second Dynasty."
"I want to touch it …"
"Go ahead." Salin was very helpless. In fact, he felt the same way when he saw the magic cannon for the first time.
Eileen's fingers gently stroked the magic cannon. Salin could see that there were strands of life energy flowing in her hands, wrapping around the magic cannon. The ancient patterns on the surface of the magic cannon contained mysterious laws. Eileen was observing and learning.
After about half an hour, Eileen stopped, and panted tiredly.
"Congratulations, my lord." Eileen only congratulated Salin after catching her breath. It turned out that she had heard Salin's words just now, but at the same time, she was observing the magic cannon and could not stop.
Salin was also very happy. Truman could advance to the level of a Great Magician without the guidance of a teacher. It could be said that his basic knowledge was very rich and stable. Suddenly, there was someone who could continue Master's legacy.
There were no decorations in the cave where the battery was located. There was only a chair, which Truman usually sat on. He would train and wait on this chair.
The ceremony for a Magician was not as complicated as that for a Swordsman, but there were a few things that couldn't be missing. Although Truman was already a Great Magician, he still followed the ancient understanding and knelt in front of Salin.
Salin recalled what Jason had told him before, and slowly said, "Truman, there is only one person in my lineage. Teacher Jason has no other students. I hope that one day, you can become the strongest Magician in this lineage and surpass me. "
As he spoke, Salin took off his white crystal ring and handed it to Truman. "This was given to me by Teacher. At that time, I thought it was just an ordinary white crystal ring, but it turns out to be something that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years. After being refined by a Magician above the tenth level, it can quickly recover spiritual power."
Truman took the white crystal ring and put it on his finger. Salin continued, "Back then, I offended an Earl of Scotia. That Earl was probably a Sword Saint. I had no choice but to escape. I had no choice but to escape. Before I left, my teacher gave me this ring. At that time, I was only a level-one Magician. "
"Teacher?"
"Yes, it's nothing. Truman, from now on, you can go to the Temple and learn from me. " Salin once again looked at the cave where the battery was located. It was really cold and deserted here. The wind blew in from all directions, and it was too much of a test of one's willpower to stand guard here alone in the empty cave.
This kind of loneliness was hard to endure. For a Magician, it might be a form of training, but since Truman was his student, Salin naturally had to give him a better training environment.
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