A Sorcerer's Tower was known as the symbol of a Sorcerer's status and wealth. It was no wonder that Theresa was so obsessed with having her own Sorcerer's Tower. The female Sorcerer was still sharing a Sorcerer's Tower with her mother.
"Theresa still can't forget about her own Wizard Tower. I remember that she always used whether or not she could come out and have her own Wizard Tower as the basis for her independence." Laing held Veronica's hand in the snow. The two had just finished looking at the vineyard. The wine expert from Vanford's palace was truly a master. Under his care, the vineyard's grapes were well maintained. It was estimated that good wine would be produced next year.
The two returned to the vicinity of the castle. Veronica wanted to choose a place for her tower. She had a few requirements for her tower. First, it had to be close to Laing's castle. Then, it had to be hidden enough that it wouldn't be easily disturbed. Lastly, it had to be relatively easy to enter and exit.
As for the Wind of Magic, there weren't any requirements. In the prime material plane, the Great Whirlpool restrained the Wind of Magic. Therefore, there was no such thing as a place where spiritual energy gathered for cultivation. The Wind of Magic was complex and unpredictable. Magi had to rely on themselves to cultivate.
"… I really don't know what kind of drug Trovic fed you. Why do you always remember the good things about him? " Veronica held Laing's hand and complained. Kasenberg and Gaspaton left with their men to deal with their own matters. Since they were near the castle, they didn't have to follow the lord.
Only Laing and Veronica were left. Veronica enjoyed the feeling of holding hands. However, she didn't like Laing's topic. "Don't you remember the unpleasant memories Trovic gave you?"
"Veronica, I'm a Holy Grail Knight. I can't possibly keep harping on Theresa's shortcomings. It's her first time out on an adventure, and her performance is already considered passable. Based on what you're saying, aren't you also leaving me with many bad memories? For example, when I said you kicked me off three years ago … "Laing wanted to continue, but Veronica pinched his arm." Don't talk about that! Didn't I apologize later? Now that you've gotten your hands on me, what else do you want? "
"Alright, alright. What I want to say is that Teresa also told me about building a wizard tower." Laing had no choice but to change the subject. "I'm a little curious. Do you Garlan witches like to talk about this? You've been telling me this ever since you became my partner for two years. "
“？？！！” Veronica's face immediately darkened. Her eyes moved and she immediately asked, "You agree?"
"No. She told me that she wanted to build a new wizard tower and that she wanted me to work harder. I said, what does this have to do with me?" Laing repeated the conversation without taking it too seriously.
"That's right. If she wants to build her own Sorcerer Tower, it has nothing to do with you!" Veronica's eyes flashed with a trace of pride. She held Laing's arm and said softly, "You did the right thing!"
Veronica didn't think so in her heart. She was very proud of herself for taking precautions early on.
In fact, there was an unwritten tacit understanding in the Garlan Council. When a witch talked to a man about her plans to build a wizard tower, it was actually a subtle expression of affection. Veronica was sure that this was what Teresa meant.
But what the sorceress didn't know was that Veronica had long since given Laing a heads up. After the relationship between the two of them was confirmed, the sorceress would often emphasize to him that when a witch talked to him about a wizard tower, it was because they wanted to borrow his financial power and strength. In this matter, he had to be cautious and vigilant. Except for her, they were all bad people!
So Laing didn't notice Teresa's hidden meaning at all.
After looking at a few places, Veronica took a fancy to an open space about five minutes away from Laing's castle. This open space was close to the Oracle Bone Inscriptions Mountain Range and the mountain path behind Baron Jean's territory. There was a forest on the side of the open space, and a small path led directly to Laing's castle. As long as a section of the city wall was built, it would be connected to Laing's castle.
After deciding on the location of the Sorcerer Tower, the snow outside was getting heavier and heavier. So Laing took Veronica back to his castle and the two of them sat around the fire to admire the snow. In the free time of winter, Laing and Veronica snuggled together. Both of them felt very warm.
"Master, the gift you requested has been sent out." There was a knock on the master bedroom door. Dark Elf Olica walked in with a cup of black tea. Olica placed the gift on the small table. Laing took her hand and said, "Olica, let's go together."
"Okay." The dark elf blushed and sat down. She took off her black boots and sat next to Laing. Her long legs in white stockings were very dazzling, and they contrasted nicely with the witch's black stockings.
Veronica looked at the dark elf with interest and didn't say anything, but there was some hostility in her eyes. Similarly, dark elves also had some hostility towards witches, but they kept it hidden.
"Have the gifts been sent?" Laing asked softly while holding Olica's hand.
"Yes, they have. Knight Hexus personally brought the gifts to Winford and delivered them to Sir François," Olica replied. The dark elf's face was very calm.
"Good." Laing gave gifts to the few nobles he was close to, such as Duke Bodrick of Bordero, Duke Berchemund of Bastogne, Duke François of Winford, Marquess Connery of Ascot, and Marchioness Suria. Exquisite venison, wood elven jewelry, silk, and fruit wine formed Laing's gifts. They weren't priceless, but they were rare.
Just as Laing thought, on this snowy day, the Winford Duchy welcomed two distinguished guests.
In the majestic castle of the Duke of Helenhilde, a tall statue of a white pegasus was spreading its wings. The sky in the distance was gloomy, and snow filled the entire castle. At the top of a tall tower, three Brittany nobles in silk clothing were drinking and admiring the snow at a small round table. Apart from them, there was no one else on the tower.
François of Winford held a wine glass in his hand and smiled, "Although the wood elven fruit wine Laing sent can't compare to the best wine in Winford, it's still very rare. I haven't had it in almost ten years."
Berchemund of Bastogne also tasted the wine. Unlike François, Berchemund sighed, "My homeland doesn't produce red wine like yours. I can only drink this kind of wine in Kurona sometimes. Laing sent me ten bottles this time. I'm going to treasure them."
"Haha, Berchemund, you're in luck. I've just finished making a batch of the best wine, Lysarius. You can take a barrel with you when you go back." François only smiled and said to the other person in the tower, "You can take a barrel with you too, Duke Louis?"
The last of the three was wearing a red and blue silk noble costume. His cloak was embroidered with a leaping lion. Unlike the usual coat of arms of the Duchy of Connecticut, the leaping lion was holding a golden Holy Grail in its hand.
Actually, all three dukes had the holy grail. Berchemund's red dragon claw was holding a holy grail, and François's white pegasus was also holding a holy grail. It was clear that they were Grail Knights.
"It's indeed rare, but I'm no longer a duke. Please don't say that." The former Duke of Connet, "Upright" Louis, said in a relaxed tone. He looked like he had just put down a heavy burden and was very relaxed. "Lauren has taken over my position. I'm now just an ordinary head knight of the Grail Knights who is about to go to the Lady's Cathedral. I was just passing by to see François. I didn't expect to see Berchemund here too."
Yes, "Upright" Louis was no longer Duke of Connet. After his son, Lauren, completed the trial of the Grail, he officially put down all his worldly duties and prepared to go to the Cathedral of the Lake Nymphs in the Duchy of Kacasson. From now on, he would guard the holy land of the Lake Nymphs for the rest of his life.
"Helenhilde will soon be covered in snow, so I hurried over to take a look." Berchemund didn't say much. The Red Dragon Duke asked Louis, "You're that confident in Lauren? He's an excellent knight, but he's not necessarily an excellent duke. "
"It doesn't matter. I've already handed over the affairs of the duchy to him. He'll decide what to do next." Speaking of his son, Louis didn't look happy about Lauren's completion of the Grail Quest. There was only a sense of relief on his face.
François and Berchemund both knew that the relationship between Louis and his son, Lauren, was not good.
Lauren was born of Louis's legal wife and could be considered his son. However, this son of the legal wife lived a dissolute life when he was young. He especially liked to go out and mess around. At a young age, he had an illegitimate son with a lowly mother. This matter was regarded as a great humiliation by Louis. That illegitimate son was abandoned in the wilderness by Louis. Since then, the relationship between Louis and Lauren became extremely bad.
Fortunately, after this incident, Lauren also understood the mistake he had made. Thus, he grew up from a dissolute knight-errant and gradually became an excellent knight of the kingdom. Then, after being inspired by the Lady, he decided to embark on the Grail Quest. As a knight on a mission, he started his own Grail Quest.
Five years later, Lauren, who had failed his first Grail Quest, returned to Connet. Compared to a knight on a mission, this son of the duke's legal wife was more like a beggar. During a grand banquet, he entered the venue in ragged clothes and mud. He asked for help from his father and the duchy's knights. A necromancer had summoned an army of the undead to overthrow the country.
Under the onlookers and discussions of countless distinguished guests, Duke Louis felt that he had lost face and was even more furious with his son. However, his virtue as a knight of the Grail told him that he should help his son. Perhaps the Knight King Kingdom was indeed facing the threat of the undead, so he suppressed his dissatisfaction and asked who among the family knights was willing to follow Lauren to fight against the undead.
So when Lauren left the Duchy of Connet again, he changed into a new set of equipment and took away sixteen family knights who were willing to follow him. From then on, there was no news of him. A few days ago, he announced that he had completed the Grail Quest and returned to the Duchy of Connet alone.
The Knights of the Holy Grail were also humans, and they had their own likes and dislikes. Even though the Fairy of the Lake recognized Laun's virtue and strength, and Louis had nothing to say, Louis still handed over the Duke's affairs to Laun early and left by himself.
These were all secrets between the great nobles of the kingdom. Only the dukes, Bohemond and Francois, knew about the conflict between Louis and Laurent. Since they could not get along with each other, and they were both Knights of the Holy Grail, Louis decided to leave the duchy as soon as possible. Out of sight, out of mind.
"Forget it, let's not talk about this." François shook his head and changed the topic. "What has our king been doing recently?"
"Richard? He's really under pressure from the debt collectors of Marlin Castle. " Berchemund proudly shook his goblet. "The contract is in black and white, and there are two gods as witnesses. He really can't deny it. It's said that he's temporarily borrowing from Her Highness Morgiana with the tariff of Le-Angouland as a guarantee to pay part of the short-term debt first to solve the urgent problem."
"Haha …" François knew why Berchemund was so proud. In the War of Knighthood this summer, his third son Berchemund was active in the war and seized a lot of money. Berchemund took the opportunity to pay off a large amount of debt from Marlin Castle and took the opportunity to eliminate a few bandit lairs, accumulating a lot of wealth.
François was the same. In this matter, both he and Berchemund owed Laing a favor.
"Speaking of which, Casfern recently did something stupid. He saw that Laing Macado actually had the ability to establish a trade relationship with the Wood Elves and earn a lot of money, so he sent people into the Asoloren Forest to trade with the Wood Elves. Our Duke Palawon thought that he could get the approval of the Wood Elves if his conditions were better than Laing's, but what happened?" Francois laughed out loud. "His trading team and knights were shot full of holes by the wood elves. Only one of them was left alive, and he returned to Palaon with a reply from the wood elves. Guess what the message was?"
"What was it?" Louis and Berchemund both asked with interest.
"That was …"
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