In The Amber Sword, there was a legend in the south of Grinoires that there was a level 120 scholar living in seclusion on the Needle Forest Avenue between Ankeze and Braggs. This legend had been circulating since the 380th year of the first era, and it had always been a hot topic. But it wasn't until four years later that a player saw this legend for the first time.
Brando knew that person. His name was Tulman.
Tulman? Mithril? Osertan, the master of the Mithril Castle, a great scholar, and an intermediate wizard.
He was the silver leader of the Twelve Circle Spell Society. Later, when the organization was disbanded during the Year of Seven Colors, he left Kanech (a floating city in Buga) and returned to Grinoires to live in seclusion.
In the game, when he was patient enough, he would help some players with the secondary profession of Scholar. Of course, most of the time, he was disturbed by ordinary people and was not in a good mood. Therefore, after the initial popularity, most players returned to the noble library in Braggs Castle. After all, the secondary profession of Scholar only required a little money to register. There was no need to look at the NPC's face, so there was no difference.
However, players were strange creatures. They always tried to find some unknown secrets. Therefore, there had always been people trying to get some benefits from this old man, although Brando didn't know if these people had succeeded. But he had to admit that this time it was his turn.
Anyway, there was no loss. Maybe he would succeed? Besides, Brando had always suspected that the secondary profession of Silver Castle Scholar in the game had something to do with this old man. He just never had the chance to test it out.
Now that there was a ready-made opportunity, he certainly wouldn't give it up.
However, he didn't expect that Tulman didn't live in this village. Instead, he lived on a hillside a few miles away. In the past, he only knew the rough address of Tulman in the game and he didn't expect that this oversight would make him waste almost half the morning in this world.
Doing things half-heartedly would hurt others and himself.
The four of them strolled in the forest. The roads from Ankeze to Braggs Castle were densely populated areas, so the forest didn't have the primitive scenery of Bucce. It was more like a rustic road through the forest. There were rows of wooden fences at intervals on both sides, and fallen leaves covered the gravel ground.
Walking in such a place made people unconsciously relax. Freya stared at the beautiful scenery of the forest in a daze, and Roman followed behind her with his hands behind his back. He looked around as if he found it interesting.
"Batum, are you sure the person we're looking for lives in this place?" Brendel asked impatiently after walking for almost an hour. "Batum, are you sure the person we're looking for lives in this place?"
Batum wiped his red beard and took off his hat: "I'm absolutely certain, my lord. If you were looking for an old man with a long white beard and a habit of wearing a long gray robe that trailed to the ground, he was the only one in the neighbourhood. Don't worry, I'll ask Batum about it. "
Brando nodded.
Batom was still trustworthy. Everything he did for the past month was appropriate. Of course, some of it was done in the way of mercenaries. In fact, Batom himself was used to Brando's orders. He was not as arrogant as many nobles. It was like he knew that Brando was a mercenary leader, so he ordered him around as if he was a mercenary leader.
Batom was convinced and couldn't help but think that this was the standard of a leader.
But the only doubt was the relationship between Brando and his wizard squire. The young man named The Shire would sometimes appear and sometimes disappear, making people feel mysterious.
Sometimes Batom guessed what the master and servant were doing, but in the end, he could only blame it on the unfathomable Highland Knight.
While the two were talking, the forest came to an end. Freya softly exclaimed in front, and then everyone's eyes suddenly opened up. In front of them was a meadow on the hillside, and a dirt road led to a small wooden house sitting alone at the top of the hill.
It was a very strange house. When Brando and the others got closer, they found that it was like half a wooden barrel on the ground. The door was in the middle of the 'barrel', and there were arched windows on both sides. There were potted flowers on the windowsill, purple or silver. Even Brando couldn't name them. But they looked like hyacinths. At first, the young man thought so, but when he saw the Evening Primrose in the flowerbed, he realized that these might be rare magic materials.
Then they walked into the fence outside the wooden house. There was a bell hanging on the arched door, but Brando knew the rules. As long as Tulman wasn't taking a nap at this time, he would have discovered them through a warning spell. Therefore, if the guest rang the bell at this time, it would only make Tulman unhappy.
Brando knew that the bell would only be rung when there was an emergency.
He remembered that the only time it was rung in the game was when a dragon attacked a nearby village.
It was at this moment that he felt Freya nudging his elbow. He turned around and saw Freya with a puzzled face. "Brando, what is this place?"
She realized that Brando was here to meet someone, but who would live in this place?
"It's just an old man's house." Brando looked away and stared at the door of the wooden house and answered casually.
"Old man?"
"Yes, he's a wizard."
Freya let out a low gasp, and the sword in her hand almost fell to the ground as she trembled. In fact, it wasn't just her. Even the knowledgeable Batom couldn't help but puff out his chest when he heard Brando's words. Sorcerers were sorcerers. Although Charles was also an apprentice sorcerer, compared to a real sorcerer, he was much worse.
In fact, in Erouine and even the entire countryside of Wohnde, wizards had always been the most mysterious characters in pillow stories. Many people grew up listening to legends about wizards, and most of the descriptions about them were related to ghosts and gods.
But in fact, Brando knew that wizards were very common in bustling areas, such as large cities or densely populated towns. In particular, the Royal Academies of many kingdoms also nurtured court Magi. Thus, these people were not mysterious existences at all.
Of course, if it was the dark wizards, witches, and necromancers, then they would be the same as the characters in the legends.
Brando turned around and looked at the young Roman. He found that the merchant girl was also a little nervous. He couldn't help but ask, "What are you nervous about?"
"My aunt said that we have to be polite when dealing with wizards. Otherwise, we will attract unnecessary trouble." The Roman answered matter-of-factly.
"Eh —"
Before Brando could reply, an old man's soft voice sounded from inside the house. Then, the wooden door creaked open, "This saying is not just some folklore. Little girl, who is your aunt?"
The old voice seemed to be accompanied by the opening of the door and the old man behind the door. He was wearing a gray robe, a pair of tortoiseshell rimmed glasses, a head full of silver hair, and a snow-white beard that extended all the way to his waist entered the senses of the four people present.
It wasn't just the Roman and Freya. It was Brando's first time seeing Tulman, the legendary level 120 great scholar.
"My aunt is my aunt." The Roman wasn't afraid of strangers at all.
The old man glanced at the others, as if he was sizing them up. However, his somewhat muddy eyes swept past Brando and Batom one by one. He didn't stop, but his eyes fell on Freya.
Finally, he glanced at the young Roman and smacked his lips, "Little girl, I know who your aunt is when I see you like this. Hmph, you've copied her temperament perfectly."
As soon as he opened his mouth, Freya and Brando were surprised. Freya was surprised that the old man knew the Roman's aunt. Brando said that he was a wizard! Brando was also surprised that Tulman knew the Roman's aunt. However, the two of them were surprised on a completely different level.
The difference between a wizard knowing someone and the master of the Mithril Castle, the silver leader of the Twelfth Circle Spell Society, was huge.
"Have you seen the Roman's aunt, old man?"
"You know Aunt Jenny?" The two spoke at the same time.
Tulman was about to turn around and enter the house, but he stopped when he heard these words. At first, he looked at Freya and didn't answer. However, when his eyes fell on Brando, he replied, "Young man, don't you know what manners are?"
Brando coughed. He was used to dealing with NPCs, and he was too shocked just now, so he made a slip of the tongue. At this time, he could only smile and play dumb, "It's shameful to waste one's life. Old man, I was just trying to save time."
Tulman's squinted eyes widened slightly. "So you recognize me?"
"Of course," Brando replied straightforwardly, "the master of the Mithril Castle, the silver leader of the Twelfth Circle Spell Society, how can I not know Lord Tulman?"
Freya was still okay when he said that. The hat in Batom's hand unconsciously fell to the ground. He didn't know who the silver leader of the Twelfth Circle Spell Society was, but the master of the Mithril Castle was a famous wizard. There was a famous legend in the mercenary world. In the past, there was a group of scum in the mercenary world that was half mercenary and half thief. They set their sights on the legendary 'Mithril Hall'. In the end, four to five hundred people and two Ogres went there, but in the end, they were all turned into stone.
These stone statues still stood on the desolate beach of the Desolation Sea, for tourists to visit.
Now, the legendary existence appeared in front of Batom, how could he not be shocked? But what shocked him even more was that Brando was still smiling and trying to establish a relationship with the other party. Could it be that his lord had lost his mind?
But what made the red-bearded mercenary leader even more unbelievable was that —
When Tulman heard Brando's words, he was stunned for a moment. Then, he stopped and looked at the young man again. He looked at Brando from top to bottom, as if to confirm whether there was such a person in his memory. Then, he opened his mouth and said, "Young man, it seems that you came prepared. But who are you? I don't remember anyone like you. Whose son are you? "
Brando glanced at the Roman. He didn't expect Tulman to know the Roman's aunt. Then, the connection between them was a bit suspicious. It seemed that the identity of the little Roman's aunt was not that simple. At the very least, she had to be a famous witch.
But there were only a few famous witches in history. Could it be that the legendary Pale Witch who abandoned her position as the Witch Queen and left the Winter Kingdom of Ibelia to come to the mortal world?
For the time being, he buried this suspicion in the bottom of his heart. When he heard Tulman's question, he shook his head and said, "I'm not anyone's descendant, but I came here because I have a question."
"A question?" Tulman was stunned.
Brendel pointed to the shape of his mouth and pronounced, "Stam — —"
The old man was stunned. At first, he seemed to have heard something. But then, he frowned and said, "What do you mean?"
Brando was stunned. He was talking about the creation epic of the Cruz people, the original text in the Pale Poem. In his time, each of these original texts was the cause of the Wizard War. The source of the fighting between the wizards. How could Tulman not have heard of it? He was stunned for a moment, and then he broke out in cold sweat. Could it be that there was no such thing as the 'Terra Slate' in this world?
But the young man immediately reacted. Maybe it was because it was too early, and the Terra Slate had not yet appeared. In The Amber Sword, the growth of Madara was just a branch in the history. Although it had a great impact on Erouine and the surrounding countries, the real main story of that world was the appearance of the Terra Slate.
The outbreak of the Wizard War.
Of course, Brando did not want to bring the Terra Slate into this world so early, but he just wanted to use a single word in it to arouse Tulman's interest.
Although the single word was almost meaningless to the full text, the magic contained in these words of creation should be basically the same. He believed that Tulman should be able to distinguish the mystery.
He looked at Tulman and replied, "Old man, have you heard of the sacred poem that describes the creation of the world, the Pale Poem of the Kirrlutz people?"
Tulman pressed a hand on his beard. He could indeed feel the primal and ancient magic power contained in that word. It was not powerful, but it seemed to be the root of all magic today. At first, he thought that it was an ancient dragon language, or a variant of the Rune Language, or the Wizard Language. But after he carefully searched his memory, he found that he could not find anything.
Tulman did not doubt that the young man would lie to him. To be honest, as a scholar who had spent a hundred years in the sea of books and practice, the ability to lie to him was at least admirable.
"Are you talking about the first epic poem of the Cruz people who claimed to predate the Elven Hymn?" The old man asked.
Brando knew that the Silver Folk had a prejudice against humans. Although the wizards of Buga were human, they were not human. They were of noble blood and had always looked down on the people of the land. But the history of the Cruz people had a long history, which made the Silver Folk jealous and unwilling to admit it.
As a player, he did not mind this and just nodded.
"What does that have to do with the 'word' you just said?" Tulman stopped and asked.
In fact, at this time, the discussion between the two of them had gone beyond the limits of what Freya, Batom, and Roman could accept. The three of them were already confused. As for Freya, she just enlarged Brando's shadow in her heart again, and Batom was already shocked to the extreme.
But God knew that Brando himself was just fooling them.
"That is the original text of the Pale Poem, describing how our world was created by the kindness of Martha. Lord Tulman, I am not lying. You should be able to feel the magic contained in that word for yourself." Brando replied.
Tulman's face changed, and he had already turned back to the house. Soon, there was the sound of books being flipped in the wooden house.
At this moment, Brando knew that his plan was half successful. He turned back and gestured to Freya and the others, asking them to follow. Then he led the three of them into Tulman's house.
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