To the north of Am, just a dozen kilometers from the Esmere River, stands a three-story mage tower, originally built by the Ronorr family to train family mages and make magical items, potions, and scrolls.

However, everything has changed since Henry took possession of the area, the most obvious point is that the local residents are no longer so afraid of and disgusted with the power of demonic magic, and even a market has been established not far from the mage tower, some daring merchants have built a hotel here, and a small number of shops have appeared on both sides of the road, like the prototype of a trading town.

As Amelia recruited more and more people, the small mage tower could no longer accommodate too many people, and many wealthy apprentices and mages were reluctant to squeeze into small rooms with others, so they often studied and worked in the mage tower during the day, and went to the hotel to stay at night, anyway, they all wore face towels when they went out, so they didn't have to worry about being recognized.

Of course, in response to this situation, Amelia has already begun to work on the capping of the Mage Tower, and now that the entire top floor of the Mage Tower has been cut off, a large number of craftsmen are piecing together the stone slabs with adhesive. According to the plan, she was going to add at least six floors, after all, the number of resident mages in the tower had exceeded twenty, and the number of apprentices had exceeded sixty, so it was really not enough to add a little more space.

In addition, the riots that have been raging a few days ago have also had a certain impact here, and although the residents of most of the villages and towns in the northern part of the Esmir River are doing fairly well thanks to the policy and low taxes, there are still many speculators who are ready to take advantage of the opportunity.

In order to ensure the perimeter security of the Mage Tower. A knight of Sennick appointed by Henry as the military governor of Am's domain. A noble private army of three hundred men was sent to be stationed nearby. The captain is a warrior who believes in Heim, the god of guards, and patrols the surroundings meticulously every day, and no one dares to act rashly for the time being.

You must know that even Anomen was extremely careful when passing through this land, and no matter how tired or hungry he was, he did not dare to rob it, because he knew very well that there were two thousand five hundred elite soldiers stationed here, and five hundred of them were cavalrymen who came and went like the wind, and if there was a little vandalism. Then the roaring knights can crush their rabble in an instant.

Although the cavalry on the continent of Faeron is not very useful for monsters such as ogres, giants, and large beasts, it is quite effective against orcs, humans, elves, dwarves, and halflings of normal size.

The impact of a horse galloping is powerful enough to knock a man with less strength into the air in an instant, and the horses that follow closely behind him swarm and trample them into a pulp in a few strokes.

Looking at the peasants and merchants shouting in the market, and then at the mage tower under construction in the distance, Henry hid under the hood with a wry smile on his face, and muttered to himself, "No wonder...... I said that there was such a big error in how to teleport the spell, and it turned out that the mage tower was expanding. ”

He originally planned to teleport directly to the mage's interior, but who would have thought that due to the removal of the top of the mage tower, the overall magic structure was unstable. Therefore, there was a deviation in the process of positioning, and it was accidentally teleported to the river three kilometers away. Fortunately, he was still relatively familiar with this area, and he finally arrived at his destination after walking for more than 20 minutes.

Although it is convenient to teleport magic, it is not small at all, and accidents may occur anytime and anywhere, like the current situation is not bad, if you fall directly into the deep sea and get stuck into the rock, it will definitely be ten deaths, even the legendary mage is no exception, honestly drill into the pre-prepared clone and resurrect it.

After secretly sighing that he was really unlucky, Henry lowered his head and walked straight towards the mage tower.

Perhaps due to the hectic nature of the construction, or perhaps due to the sheer number of mages and apprentices coming in and out, he entered the interior without any hindrance, passing through a narrow passage hidden behind the wall, and soon saw Naivagia, covered in bandages and studying spells with a book in hand.

It was evident that he had been doing well since he left the gloomy tomb, with a large number of test kits on the table, countless notes piled up on the side, two sapphire rings on his hands, and an evil amulet made of the skull of a humanoid creature hanging around his neck.

The ancient mummy, who still retains his memories and intelligence, is now over fifteen at the casting level, and his two ruby-like eyes emit a strong halo of light, revealing the magical energy contained in his master's body.

Henry looked at the undead who was completely immersed in his own world, shook his head slightly, and called softly, "Naivagia, I have a task to give you now. ”

"Who?!" The Ancient Mummy suddenly raised his head, and then asked in a slightly delighted voice, "New ...... New owner...... Naivagia ...... anytime Listen to your ...... Command......"

As an undead creature, he didn't rely entirely on his eyesight, he could tell who was coming by his sense of magic fluctuations, and no fifth person knew about this secret passage except Amelia, the lich Oleg, Henry, and himself, so even though Henry was wearing a hood, he was still recognized at a glance.

"Take this and go to Kalinshan to join a spellcaster organization and be resident there as my representative. Remember, don't get involved or interfere with their actions, your main task is to be in charge of liaison and keep a record of their every move. As he spoke, Henry handed over the silver key he had received from Ragon.

This thing is something only found by high-level members of the Talisman Society, several of the master of the rune are golden, and the second-level high-level subordinates and allies are silver, and I don't know if these guys have any quirks and have to enchant the directional teleportation technique to the key.

Respectfully taking the key with both hands, Naivagia immediately tapped his bandaged head: "Understood...... I will...... Spy on them...... Target...... Every move ......"

After finally saying this in a dry and hoarse voice, he packed up a few things at random and directly activated the magic on the key. Open a portal in an instant. Disappear without a trace. Even Henry couldn't see the destination of the teleportation.

Talismans are very skilled at directional teleportation, usually jumping teleportation, that is, one portal is connected to another, when a person activates the portal key, he often passes through not one teleportation, but two, three, or even four more teleportations, even if the prophetic magic is difficult to accurately predict where the destination is.

It is because of the use of such complex and sophisticated technology that the Talisman Society has been able to remain mysterious for so many years. Countless adventurers and paladins were helpless by their stealth abilities.

After completing another arrangement, Henry quietly re-sealed the secret room, and took advantage of no one's attention to go to the second floor. Since Taling was created by him, all the traps, traps, and door locks were useless, and he walked into a bedroom in the blink of an eye.

Amelia was standing up with her bulging belly at the moment, lying on the bed resting with her eyes closed, her quiet face rippling with the brilliance of motherhood, her short black hair had grown a lot, and she was wearing a translucent white silk robe. In addition, there is no more clothing on his body, and his bumpy figure looms. It's very tempting.

Perhaps because of her pregnancy, she slept soundly, not noticing that someone had broken into her room, she just rolled over and continued to dream.

As a legendary druid, Henry instantly felt the new life conceived in Amelia's body, and immediately realized that this was his own heir, and hurriedly took two steps forward, gently stroking the little guy who had formed inside through his nightgown, with a faint smile on his face.

Another boy!

Although he himself does not have too much prejudice against his son or daughter, after all, in the Faeron Continent, even a girl, as long as she is good enough, can also become the leader of a faction, or even a queen, but in the eyes of most nobles and ruling classes, the son is often the first in line to the throne, and the number of sons also represents whether a family is prosperous.

As the first king of the Kingdom of West Hartland, Henry knows very well that the number of his sons directly affects the stability of the rule, not to mention that he also wants to emulate the Terramante of the Netherworld City, and also train his sons to be the city's right-hand men.

"It's a real bonus, it looks like I've got to do something ahead of time for this little guy."

Whispering a word of underestimation, Henry quickly waved his hand, and instantly condensed a large amount of natural energy, slowly through the skin around the baby, so that the little thing could grow healthily, and at the same time, it also moisturized the young mother to prevent a blood collapse like Doris during childbirth.

After doing this, he leaned down slightly, reached into his nightgown and stroked Amelia's delicate skin, gently kissed the forehead, followed by a note on the table, and then took out a map of the Star Swirl Mountains from the room, and walked out of the room lightly.

Amelia, who was about to become a mother, seemed to feel something, a happy smile appeared on her face, and she put her hands on her lower abdomen, and her mouth let out a burst of unexplained muttering.

Standing in the doorway, Henry looked at the intricate terrain of the Star Swirl Mountains and the markings on them, frowning, he now understood why Heim, the god of guards, had chosen this place as a fortress for the evil creatures.

First of all, this area is actually no-fly!

Because of the influence of some unknown magnetic field, there is a strange wind in the air above ten meters in the entire mountainous area, it is like a knife, it can instantly cut something as hard as a stone into minced meat, only the local flying beasts know the law.

Secondly, the magic net in this area is extremely unstable, although it is not enough to affect the normal casting, but most of the teleportation spells have the potential to cause errors, ranging from a few kilometers to a dozen kilometers, and the probability of being thrown directly to the surface of the sea is extremely high.

As for the last point, which is particularly disgusting, that is, the mountains are filled with a large number of dead magic areas, and if you accidentally step into it, all magic and magic will be invalid.

However, no matter how troublesome it is, it has to be a trip, and Henry didn't want any accidents to happen to Apodell and Aamon, so after rubbing his eyebrows vigorously, he immediately cast a precise teleportation and disappeared in an instant......

――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――

Bow and thank LMXY, Arab refugees, bug heroes, I am a passerby, zzyandzzy and other book friends for their monthly votes. (To be continued......)