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As the summer wind blew through the small pavilion, Laing began to think about Morgiana's suggestion.
The Lady of the Lake had given Morgiana a unique training method for griffins. This training method would allow griffins to possess magical abilities. Just like François's pure-blooded elven pegasus could gather energy and spit out white light, this young griffin only needed to be trained according to the Lady of the Lake's method and fed with the Lady of the Lake's divine power. With the help of Laing's psionic power, it could become a powerful griffin capable of using magical attacks.
This was the gift from the Lady of the Lake. Lilith would need a lot of divine power to train such a magical creature, but for a knight, a good mount was worth any price. Laing did not hesitate and immediately nodded. "Then I'll leave it to you."
"Yes, the Lady of the Lake has arranged everything." Morgiana took out a gem that contained great divine power. This was given to her by the Lady of the Lake to accelerate the growth of the young griffin and help it awaken its magical abilities.
Laing smiled and nodded. He picked up the young griffin and stuffed the delicious venison into its mouth. The young griffin squeaked and ate the venison in a few bites. The little guy pecked Laing's face, then flapped its wings and flew back to the pavilion.
"It can already master the ability to fly very well." Teresa only felt that Morgiana's eyes were strange and unfriendly. The sorceress could not stand it anymore. She found an excuse to come out of the pavilion and walked to Laing's side.
The sorceress was wearing a classic aquamarine cinnamon floral print dress. The hem of the dress only reached her knees. She had a white rose pinned to her long black hair. Her long white legs were exposed, and she wore soft white sandals. Her toes were painted with red cardamom nail polish and looked very attractive. She walked to Laing's side. "By the way, I've chosen the location of my wizard tower."
"Where did you choose?" Laing led a mixed-blood elven warhorse over and carefully groomed its mane.
"I've chosen a valley in the Chalon Forest. It's not far from your brother's hut. The environment there is good, and it's quiet." Teresa's face was full of resentment. "I'm going to lay the foundation before your wedding. The dwarves have already taken this job and are ready to start work."
"It's a good place. It's very safe." Laing nodded. Teresa really knew how to pick a place. He was relieved that the sorceress' Sorcerer Tower was built there. Just as he was about to say something, Grape stuck out its tongue and licked Laing's face, making his face full of saliva.
"Grape! Of all things, you just had to be a bootlicker! " Laing was speechless. He frowned and stepped back. Grape was happy to see him in such a sorry state.
"Hahahaha!" Teresa and Morgiana laughed when they saw Laing in such a sorry state. The sorceress took out a towel and wiped Laing's face. "Grape is trying to be friendly with you."
Grape was a headache for Laing. This pure-blood elven warhorse was very arrogant. After following Laing, it became even more arrogant (I've also been ridden by the Chosen One). When it got angry, it would kick people. Many serfs were often kicked a few meters away when they served "Master Grape". Grape knew how to behave. It knew that Laing's men would not kick them to death. However, the serfs had to rest in bed for a few days.
It was said that the soldiers and squires in the castle were secretly betting on who would be the next coachman to be kicked by Grape.
When Suria came, Grape made Suria's pure-blood elven mare, Richter, pregnant. Laing and Suria did not know whether to laugh or cry.
Laing had to ask the Wood Elves for help in breeding elven warhorses.
It was not without reason that he asked the Wood Elves for help. When the second generation Knight King Louis negotiated with the Wood Elves, they agreed that the Wood Elves would provide the Brittany with the help of breeding elven warhorses.
The Wood Elves were very effective. In just a year, Grape had a lot of children and grandchildren. The stable was almost filled to the brim.
The hybrid elven warhorses were inferior to the pure-blooded elven warhorses in terms of explosive power, endurance, weight resistance, and intelligence. The earliest batch of pure-blooded elven warhorses were captured by the Bretons when they crossed the Grey Mountains. These pure-blooded elven warhorses were abandoned by the retreating elves and were freely reproducing on this land. They were captured by the Bretons.
After the Brittany was founded, the ban on the export of pure-blood elven warhorses was included in the national policy. It had not been changed until today. Laing only had to sell a few hybrid elven warhorses to make a lot of profit.
Count Glamorgan wiped his face clean and handed the reins of a hybrid elven warhorse to the sorceress. "My dear Teresa, this is for you. It will be your mount in the future."
This was a brown hybrid elven warhorse that was almost two meters tall. It was not fully grown yet, but it was already very tall and mighty. It had a majestic aura, and its mane was especially long. There was a white spot on its forehead.
"Only I have it?" Teresa pulled the reins and admired her new mount.
"I'll give it to you first. I think you need it the most." Laing did not say anything. He put down the towel and said, "Let me know if you have any problems … Oh, by the way, is there any problem with the funds for the construction of the wizard tower? Do you want me to lend you some? "
"Lend me? How am I supposed to pay you back? " Teresa rolled her eyes at Laing. "Don't worry. I raised some myself. Mother gave me some. In the end, I borrowed some from the Garland Council. Veronica also lent me a helping hand."
"Veronica?! She actually helped you?! " Laing was shocked. He stopped what he was doing and said, "That's unbelievable."
"Oh, that's between us. You don't have to know." Teresa said in a huff. "You should continue preparing for your marriage with Marquess Suria."
Laing nodded awkwardly. He knew why Teresa was willing to leave Garland to build a wizard tower in his territory. "I'm sorry. If you need anything, just tell me. I'll arrange for someone to help you."
"I have money and people, so I don't need much. By the way, I'm going to take Emma to Bordero to buy something. Do you have time to come with me?" Teresa looked up at Laing, her silver eyes full of anticipation.
"Today?" Emma was Teresa's new apprentice. There were many apprentices in Laing's territory now, so the residents were used to it.
"Yes, today." Teresa saw that Laing's tone had changed, so she continued, "We'll ride there today and stay there for a night. We'll ride back tomorrow. It won't take too much time."
"Hmm …" This was a very normal request. If she brought Ryan along, she would be able to get a 20% discount at all the shops (Holy Grail Knight's special discount). Ryan began to think about what he had to do today and whether he could go with Theresa.
"Miss Trovic, I don't think you have that much time to go shopping in Bordero!" A cold voice rudely interrupted the two's conversation.
Morgiana, who was wearing an off-shoulder pleated lily-colored petticoat, walked over. She had a golden corolla on her head, and her feet were bare. The beautiful face of the Lake Goddess was filled with anger and impatience. "You're still not up to standard in learning High Gothic. For the rest of the day, you must quickly master the sixth and tenth battle of the twelve battles of Arthur's founding. Repeat them to me in High Gothic before sunset."
"Your Highness Morgiana, but isn't today's lesson already …" Teresa found it strange and immediately tried to defend herself. "… already over?"
"Since you're learning High Gothic from me, I have the final say in the lesson. Miss Trovic, you clearly didn't meet my expectations, so please spend more time!" Morgiana reprimanded the sorceress in an unpleasant tone.
Morgiana then glared at Laing who wanted to speak up. The count had no choice but to shut his mouth. In this kingdom, Morgiana's authority was unquestionable.
"Come with me, Miss Trovic!" Mademoiselle Trovic. "Morgiana motioned Theresa back to the summerhouse. The break was over.
"Yes, Your Highness Morgiana."
… …
While Morgiana was teaching Teresa how to use High Gothic, Bordero, Bordero, Mannan Docks.
A medium-sized dwarven ironclad warship was docking at the port.
An old dwarf with a full white beard stepped onto the land of Bordero, surrounded by dozens of bearded dwarves and hammer-wielding dwarves.
His face was as hard as a rock, but when he saw the prosperity of Bordero's docks, he sighed softly. "It's been five hundred years. The outside world really has changed."
"Grandmaster Clark, we've arrived at Bordero. The human who invited you to forge the weapon is inland. We still have a long way to go," said a dwarven runemaster. A dwarf rune craftsman with a long white beard said. This dwarf was over 400 years old, but in front of the old dwarf, he was as respectful as a child.
"Yes, just follow the directions given to you and it's done." Clark Grimmer, the head of the dwarven runemasters' association, nodded. He carried his doomsday anvil and hammer and walked towards the shore.
Hundreds of dwarves followed closely behind him.
"This … dwarf … sir, that … at the port …" Duke Bodrick's tax collector smiled as he followed behind the dwarves and whispered, "You have to register your name and … pay your taxes before you come ashore here."
"Hmm?" Clark Grimmer stopped and glared at the tax collector.
The dozens of bearded dwarven warriors and hammer warriors all raised their weapons and looked at the tax collector.
"Uh … I mean, dwarven brothers, welcome to Bordero!" The tax collector straightened his back and said loudly, "I hope you have a good time here!"
"Hmph!" Clark Grimmer could barely understand what the human was saying. He nodded and walked away.
"Chairman! Look over there! " The dwarves had only taken a few steps when one of the runemasters pointed at the shore. "That's …?"
A huge ship appeared on the horizon. This ship was about 130 meters long and 23 to 24 meters wide. The flag of the High Elf Kingdom of Safray was painted on the ship's sails, and a phoenix was flying along this huge ship!
"It's a pointy ear! That's the high elf's ocean-going ship! How unlucky! Why did I meet these pointy ears as soon as I came down the mountain?! "Clark Grimmer said, but he stopped.
The dwarves saw this and stopped as well.
The High Elves' ocean-going ship was extremely fast. It only took about ten minutes for the ship to reach the shore. The approach of the ocean-going ship pushed away many merchant ships that were about to reach the shore. It docked at the dry dock of the Mannen Dry Dock rather domineeringly.
The cabin door opened, and groups of High Elves appeared. The first to appear were a large group of High Elven archers wearing feathered crowns and robes, as well as High Elven pikemen wearing pointed helmets and scaled skirts. They quickly and fiercely took control of the dock, and then signaled for everyone to move aside!
As the humans on the dock were chased away, more High Elven soldiers poured out of the cabin. They were armed with elven bows and carried cross spears and shields on their backs. They were dressed in blue and white High Elven half-body plate armor and armor skirts. They were lined up neatly in a column. Their every move was as gorgeous as flowing water, full of moving art.
Then came the elite high elf soldiers wearing pointed feathered helmets and red and white enchanted armor. They were the last to appear, and their aura was the strongest. It was worth noting that there were not many of them, only less than a hundred of them. However, each of them had a Legendary-level aura, which meant that these less than a hundred high elves were all Legendary-level powerhouses!
Each of these elites was holding a huge sword! These huge swords were all more than 1.2 meters long!
All the humans on the dock were dumbfounded. The tax collector appointed by Duke Bodrick of Bordero had a pale face. He didn't know what to do. Why did the High Elves' army appear in Bordero?!
Can I still be a tax collector at the dock?
The dwarves were standing in the distance, watching the commotion. The tax collector could only grit his teeth and step forward. In his broken Gothic language, he said, "Erm … Mr. High Elf?"
Dozens of high elf spearmen and archers all stared at him. The tax collector was so scared that his legs turned to jelly. He took a few steps back. "Erm … What business do you have in Bordero?"
"…" A few high elves looked at each other. They did not understand what the human was saying, so they just ignored him.
The tax collector was very embarrassed. He could not retreat, but he could die if he went up. He could only repeat his words loudly. "What business do the high elves have in Bordero?"
He was lucky that someone understood him.
"Thud, thud, thud." Finally, a person came down from the high elf ship.
He was wearing Savry's War Crown, holding Lilith's Moon Staff, and wearing the blue and white high elf mage robe. He walked down from the ship step by step. The high elves swayed like waves, making a path for him.
Obviously, he was the leader of this army.
This person walked up to the tax collector at the dock and spoke in fluent Gothic.
"I am High Elf Savry, Tegris of the White Tower Great Mage Council … Who are you?"
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