The next day, at dawn, the first thing many people in Langdon City did when they got up was to see what the messengers from all over the city had to say about the commotion last night.
The messenger is a profession that is responsible for loudly announcing important events that happened yesterday at major intersections in the city and around the bulletin board at the city gate. It is also the first choice for ordinary people in the city to understand the decisions of the lords and nobles.
The battle last night was really big.
There were already many people working in the inner city, and these people rushed to the inner city early in the morning. As a result, all kinds of undistinguished gossip spread, making the entire city even more panicked.
At around nine o'clock, the messengers finally arrived, with solemn expressions and black cloth strips wrapped around their bodies - I bet they were late to receive the black cloth strips.
The messengers began to announce in "affectionate" tones: "The protector of the people of Langdon, the eighth Duke of Langdon, was summoned by the Lord last night! His Highness Bruce Langdon will become the new Duke soon!" Grand Prince Wayne Langdon will assume the role of Commander-in-Chief of Langdon’s army as a paladin.”
This news is even more explosive than the news last night.
After all, the opposition between the eldest prince and the second prince has always been one of the topics of conversation in the city. People in the streets often argue about which of the two princes can be the duke.
The result was good. When he woke up, the second prince was about to become the new duke, and the eldest prince didn't know when he became a paladin!
Paladins have no inheritance rights, just like monks.
All of a sudden, the streets were filled with conspiracy theories.
Immediately afterwards, the recruitment order was issued, and the people in Langdon's territory were in an uproar. Not to mention the young people in the city, even the elderly in their fifties and sixties have not been drafted. They remember that going to the police corps to receive military training was only used to offset taxes and corvee labor.
Big bells were ringing everywhere, and the caravans who were having fun in the city yesterday were busy setting off. A strange atmosphere called war enveloped the ancient city.
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The king opened his eyes only when he heard the bell.
The first thing he did when he woke up was to frown and touch the back of his head. He found that it was a pillow. The straw-filled pillow felt hard and uncomfortable.
Wang: "Huh? I remember that yesterday I was sleeping on something nicer. What was it? Velvet?"
"Don't think about it." Marika, who was sitting by the window, said, "I moved you to the bed, but I put the lady in another room. You don't think I would put the lady on your bed, do you? ?”
Wang snapped his fingers and sat up: "I remembered. What time is it now?"
Marika: "It's almost noon. The catman said you were hit by a debilitating ray, so I didn't wake you up. If you start memorizing spells now, we might be able to catch up for lunch at the castle."
Wang got off the bed, stretched, let out a long yawn, and then touched his pocket——
Marika took out the dimensional bag: "I don't know how to return this to you. If I put it on you, it will come to me."
Wang: "You have to make the return action when I am awake. Otherwise, you can only wait until the time is up - or you die. If you die, it will return to my hands immediately, and if I die, it will return to my master." Uncle’s place.”
As he said this, Wang took the dimensional bag from the drow elf and immediately frowned: "How do you feel... there are a lot more gold coins?"
Marika: "Yesterday's battle affected the treasury, so I took some without being discovered. I didn't take too much, after all, it was time for Langdon to spend money. I recycled all the dwarf weapons. In addition, I didn't take too much. I also bought a new bow. Didn’t Catman’s bow fall into the ditch? She is still holding the goblin’s bow that she picked up.”
The king nodded and took out the spell book from the dimensional bag.
Zhuoer asked curiously: "Is the spell book you are holding now the Book of Infinity?"
"yes."
"I suggest you get another spell book. Anyway, you can only cast three-ring magic now. Just get a spell book with three-ring commonly used magic and prepare your magic." Marika suggested seriously.
Wang: "Yeah, that's reasonable. In fact, I have a spare magic book, but I just take out the Book of Infinity out of habit."
After saying that, he put the Infinity Book back into the bag and took out a new magic book.
Zhuoer: "Why do you feel like touching the magic book is like taking out toilet paper?"
"How can you compare a magic book to toilet paper?" Wang frowned, "The pages of the magic book are very hard and will scratch the door."
The drow took a step back with an expression of admiration.
However, the mage didn't explain much at all and sat down to prepare today's spell.
Marika stood silently guarding the mage - at this time, although the mage would have the remaining spells from yesterday to defend himself, the battle yesterday was so fierce that there probably wouldn't be much left.
Fifty minutes later, the mage closed the book and let out a long breath. When he turned around, he found that not only Marika was in the room, but also Elizabeth, who came in at some unknown time.
"Good morning -" Wang turned to look out the window and changed his words, "Good afternoon."
Elizabeth said softly: "Good afternoon. It's really inconvenient for mages. They have to prepare spells every day."
Wang: "It'll be fine once you get used to it. Just prepare some snake oil spells at ordinary times, but it's more troublesome when you plan to participate in a mission. You have to predict the situations you will encounter today in advance and prepare the corresponding spells."
Elizabeth: "A snake oil spell today?"
"Yes. It covers life-saving, detection and some combat spells." After speaking, the king pressed his stomach with his hand, "I'm hungry, is there anything to eat?"
Elizabeth picked up the basket of baked potatoes, cheese, and dry bread on the table, stepped forward, and placed it on the table in front of the king.
The king picked up the bread and asked Elizabeth while wiping the cheese: "Is it chainmail or whalebone today?"
"Whale bones and chainmail don't expose so much skin, you know?" Elizabeth smiled and patted the mage on the head.
Marika watched all this from the side and raised her eyebrows.
While eating breakfast, Wang said: "I heard that whales are very huge sea monsters. I really want to see them if I have the chance."
Elizabeth stood behind the king and replied absently: "Yes. Let's go see it together later."
Her fingers looked like they wanted the hair of the Whispering King very much.
At this time, the mage suddenly smiled and said: "I really want to travel with you. If I didn't have impure thoughts about you, I would have found the legendary love."
Elizabeth, who was still hesitating, suddenly made up her mind and gave this guy a hard blow: "Don't say such dirty jokes so early in the morning!"
"Ouch, it hurts. It's normal for you to be angry. I know women don't like to be joked about like this."
"You know nothing!"
"Stop fighting, I'm eating. Have you eaten? How about eating together?"
"Eat your food quickly! We will enter the inner city later. There are a lot of things waiting for us today!"
"Just say stop fighting!"
Marika watched the interaction between the two eighteen-year-olds, and the 200-year-old elf couldn't help but laugh.
