Why is the high-sequence information of the Spellbreaker path missing?
Griffith looked through the other chapters.
Spellcasters, paladins, assassins, demon hunters... almost all extraordinary characteristics known to be absorbed by humans have the possibility of being promoted to Sequence 4. Although the knowledge and conditions for high-sequence promotion will not be written in books, only spellbreakers have no clues about high-sequences.
"What happened in the First Era?" Griffith asked Sauron standing aside.
"Hmm?" Sauron was stroking the trainee knight's sword, and it took him a while to react. "That's taboo history. No one knows about it. Don't explore it."
Well~ didn’t it happen more than a thousand years ago? Maybe there are still a few elves alive from that era. Griffith regretfully continued to turn the pages of the book.
According to the common knowledge of occultism, Sequence 9 to Sequence 7 are called extraordinary ones. Life forms that are more advanced than them are also collectively referred to as Extraordinary, but for the sake of distinction, they will be respectfully referred to as "Extraordinary" on certain occasions. Beings who have reached this level will be far superior to extraordinary people in their understanding and use of mysterious power.
Griffith's commander in the army, Valkyrie, is said to have broken through the bottleneck of Sequence 7. She is only a few years older than the trainee knight. Other extraordinary beings of the same rank are also famous figures. It is said that one of the conditions for the appointment of a formal professor at Homemon Watts is to be promoted to Sequence 6.
The most powerful and mysterious among the extraordinary ones is Sequence 4, who controls a mysterious power that is almost demigod. Their numbers are so small that even their names are not known to the public.
Speaking of which, the promotion and characteristics of extraordinary people are important research directions in occult science. Every year, many crazy researchers die in failed experiments, and even become monsters and real madmen more tragically than death.
The illustrations in the book record the twisted and chaotic figures of some poor people. As an extraordinary person, Griffith felt shuddered just after looking at these crawling and curling shadows for a while, and quickly turned the page.
its not right!
Since there are so many people who are not afraid of death and are willing to devote themselves to the occult, um, volunteers, why is my promotion path still unclear? Even if we use human lives to pile up, we should pile up the results!
Since leaving the army, one thing I couldn't figure out happened one after another. Looking back on each of these issues, Griffith felt that the mythical creature Beamon he encountered not long ago was not that shocking. If he encountered it again now, he would definitely not be as panicked as before.
The occult is so fascinating!
Unknowingly, the morning light had passed through the glass and sprinkled on the table. Griffith came to his senses, hurriedly said goodbye to the kind Mr. Solon, and hurried back to his room.
As Shutoral, he still didn't know what kind of work and challenges he would have every day, so he had to seize the time to take a rest.
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During lunch, Teacher Heinz, who serves as the training director of the Reserve Armored Cavalry, once again came to Earl Larmore's house and discussed some parliamentary proposals with the Earl. After the meeting, the director summoned his student to see if he survived the first meal in the nobleman's house.
"I heard that you made an impressive speech and ate all the dishes without any common sense? You're a loser!" Director Heinz said quickly, completely ignoring the surprised Griffith. , "Don't be surprised, there are no secrets in this place. What happened last night has already reached my ears."
"If possible, I hope they can allow me to go to a street restaurant for dinner for twenty sous." Griffith muttered to the flag captain, "The rules here are overwhelming, and dinner is better than Attacking the orc horde still makes me nervous."
"Tsk, twenty sous, why do you eat so much?" the flag captain said with half anger and half a smile: "Those who want to enter the higher education academy as Shutoral are queuing up! Several judges and scholars have been lining up over the years. You have been serving the Earl diligently, just so that their young descendants can have opportunities like you..."
At this moment, a slight noise came. Nolan and Miss Sonia appeared at the door of the library. The elder brother held a lot of books on magic and potions in his hands, as if he was preparing a reference book for his younger sister to enter school.
"Hello, Your Excellency, Flag Captain," the count's eldest son greeted the two with a smile. The earl's daughter beside him gently lifted the hem of her skirt to the two people who hurriedly saluted, took down a book from the shelf and left quickly without giving them a chance to speak.
"Well, this boy has quite a bit of self-esteem. Maybe he won't mess up my plan!" Sonia walked out of the study lightly, feeling that her mood was much better, "It's just that he ate more."
Have you been heard... The two people who were chatting just now were a little embarrassed. Director Heinz looked like he was being disrespectful, and left after chatting for a few words, leaving Griffith and the earl's eldest son staring at each other.
"Good afternoon, trainee knight," Nolan's face was as pale as last night, and his eyes were dark like a bear in the mountains of the east. It looked like he stayed up very late last night. He smiled and pointed to the seat opposite him, motioning for Griffith to sit there.
"I wanted to ask you last night, what does it feel like to chop off your head with a single blow from a long sword?" Nolan asked thoughtfully, "Do you enjoy this feeling?"
"..." Griffith, who had just obtained the life of Beyeland, was speechless.
"Are you satisfied with this world?"
"I haven't thought about it," Griffith shook his head.
"We have potatoes, corn, sweet potatoes, and a variety of high-yielding crops that can feed tens of millions of people and countless livestock. We also have flax, silk, rubber, iron ore, and rare gold, which make our lives better than those of trees. The curly-haired baboon on the bed is decent." Nolan smiled and looked into the eyes of the trainee knight he had just met, and asked a question he had never thought of, "Mr. trainee knight, don't you think this world is too beautiful? It's so beautiful. Just right.”
"As a soldier with many broken bones on the battlefield, I'm afraid I can't say that the world is that beautiful," Griffith replied, "but I can understand what you mean. The world offers so much richness and variety. Materials, if there was no war, humans and other races would live in a world like the Kingdom of God."
"Yes, that's what it means. We enjoy this wonderful world and take many things for granted, just like the canary in the birdcage." Nolan grabbed a fragrant pear and took a big bite, " Join me tonight for the ball held by Duke Meyer, the king's favorite, and I will show you what the center of the world is like."
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In the evening, a restrained and noble carriage carried Nolan and Griffith to Duke Meyer's mansion. Although he has experienced the luxury and beauty of the Earl's Mansion, Duke Meyer's mansion is so exquisite that every stone can make the trainee knights stunned.
Fine white sand stretches from the main entrance to the grand front hall, making a pleasant rustling sound as carriages pass by. Exotic plants from all over the world are cleverly placed throughout the courtyard, and the flower pots are carefully buried in the ground without leaving any trace.
"Look, this is Beyeland's new pearl."
"Miss Lavelle is the most dazzling in the spring, as of today. Look at her expression when she takes second place. How strange it is."
"This smile that is priceless, oh, by the gods..."
Many guests gathered in the hall. Griffith saw their eyes sparkle as he walked past them, their expressions of intoxication and adoration almost overflowing.
"What are they talking about?" Griffith asked softly.
Nolan gave him a strange look.
"My sister."
In the center of the dance floor, Miss Sonia de La Mole, who had just turned sixteen, was formally introduced to Bayerland society.
Griffith's eyes squeezed through the layers of people, and when he saw the blond girl, he seemed to see the morning sun blooming in the mist, and the magnificent crystal chandeliers of the Duke's Palace lost their light.
The girl wore a long dress inlaid with star-like crystals, revealing her fair and round shoulders. Her tall figure was charming and shy while dancing. She didn't need to speak, her blue eyes could tell her heart, and she would lower her eyes from time to time, as if to say what kind of obedience and sweetness you would get if you were my sweetheart.
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"Griffith Brandon, apprentice knight," while Griffith was enjoying the wonderful scenery, a footman came over and whispered softly in his ear, "A lady invites you to rest on the second floor. room."
Griffith, who didn't know what was going on, was taken to the second floor obediently. Several maids were busy announcing his arrival in a hurry.
"Griffith~" A voice as clear and sweet as a mountain spring caught the trainee knight's mind and made him see a familiar figure.
There is a pair of beautiful pointed ears in the waterfall-like smooth black hair.
"Does it look good?" Galadia, who hadn't seen her for a few days, took off her ranger armor and cloak, and was waving to him in a long dress with open shoulders. "My companion has been called away. Can you please wait a moment?" Will you stay with me for a little while?"
certainly! Need to ask? When the elf girl stood up, Griffith was almost in a daze.
The well-cut long skirt outlines tall and perfect curves, and the exquisite decoration and embellishment keep the curves from being indecent. There is unconcealable happiness and vitality in his smart eyes.
"Do you think I should put my hair up?" Galadia turned around in front of the tall mirror.
"That's... very good." Griffith struggled to say two words. Charging with a lance is not so tiring.
"Hmph~" The corners of the elf girl's mouth raised slightly, and her chin raised slightly, "It's my fault. I shouldn't embarrass this soldier who is participating in the dance for the first time. Can you dance?"
What? Are you serious? ?
Griffith felt that his heart was about to beat out.
"If I was holding two swords and jumping into a group of orcs to dance wildly, I would still do well, but I have only tried dancing six times."
"Oh my God! Six times! So many!" Galadia covered her mouth in surprise, "Did you really fight well to protect your home and country?!"
"Every time we win a big battle, we will gather together to celebrate." Griffith raised his arm and let his elf dance partner, whom he had not seen for a few days, hold his arm. "There is a trainee nun from the Holy Light Church who is very good at music. She Taught me some.”
Novice Sister Krista... Dancing with her is the greatest reward for many novice knights after the war.
Griffith's tone and expression dimmed a bit as he recalled it.
"Oh~" Galadia tilted her head, shut her mouth obediently, and slowly walked towards the hall with Griffith, "I won't ask anymore."
"Um……"
The two walked in silence for a few steps, and the atmosphere in the quiet corridor became extremely awkward. Finally, Galadia couldn't bear it any longer and leaned close to the trainee knight's shoulder and asked quietly:
"Did she dump you!? Or rejected you! Tell me!"
