For the time being, there is no external incursion, and the town is calm these days.

Thomas got up in the morning and forced himself to run around the town twice, exhausting his excess energy, and then picking up his books, in which case the astronomical figures that had been a headache for him could get into his head smoothly.

Whenever he saw this, Penny felt a little jealous.

Compared to mediocre people, people who are naturally wise are clearly at home on the arcane path.

But...... Is it as simple as that?

Penny, who had just woken up with a headache, rubbed his temples.

This simple movement was just a habit, and it was of little use, because now no matter how painful his head or any part of his body was, could not interfere with the functioning of his mind.

This is the mind that belongs to the mage.

He walked back to his desk and sat down, flipping through the magic tome.

After yesterday's events, Penny suddenly realized that as the only type of cultivator who relied on knowledge to obtain supernatural powers, the mage's path was much more tortuous and vast than he had imagined.

The biggest problem is that he hasn't clearly gotten a glimpse of the trajectory of this path.

"To advance to the Fifth Ring, you need a real name, and what is a real name?" was the answer he had from some arcane texts, but there was very little specific description of this real name, most of which meant that only when the mage reached that level would he know the meaning of his true name.

That means Penny doesn't have that qualification yet.

So he didn't think about it anymore and concentrated on studying the spell of the fourth ring.

The efficiency of learning spells amazed him again, he originally thought that the mind strengthened by divine power was superhuman enough, but compared to the arcane thinking ability he had now, it was still like a child.

Now if he wants to learn to cast spells from a magic scroll, he only needs to guide once, and then record the information fed back to his mind by the magic net in the spell book, and that kind of accurate recognition and memory does not even need more corrections.

This ability was enough to stun any mage on Faeron.

A cognition emerged in Penny's consciousness: perhaps every mage who had been in direct contact with Yuanhai would have this ability.

However, it is clear that there may not be too many mages who can survive this kind of contact by luck, and even the sheer amount of information contained in the completely natural Source Sea can cause great damage to the mind.

It's like a person with low spell casting ability forcibly connecting to a higher level of magic net.

Whenever he recalls his encounter in the abyss, a large amount of cold sweat breaks out on Penny's back.

He knew how lucky he was in the abyss.

If he had the ability to get in touch with the source sea more deeply, it would have been difficult to get out at that time, it would mean that he would be directly impacted by the will of the abyss when he was in close contact with the source of the abyss, and I am afraid that the spell of 'mechanical mind' would not be able to save him, and to some extent, it was his weakness that allowed him to escape his doom.

But things have passed, after all, there are no dangers, and there are many benefits, and no amount of superfluous aftertaste is meaningless, Penny takes this lesson to heart, and devotes himself to the bookcase.

Studying the Alpha, the government affairs, his schedule is full, and he can't find much leisure at all.

The town's business is on track.

By the time the slave miners walked to the mine, the apprentices had already blasted open the mine with fireball scrolls, a luxury in Faeron to assist in mining with spells, but in order to save time and calculate the cost, as an overseer, the Serl Knight Diqi sent his men to guard the slaves to deliver cartloads of ore to the smelter on the riverbank of the town.

Charcoal and ore are thrown into the furnace, and the choking smoke from the bellows makes people know that this concept of industry and green protection is 100% insulated, but there is no way to destroy the environment in order to survive and develop.

The smoke above the furnace became thicker and thicker, and the walls of the furnace were also hot because of the high heat, and the dwarves cheered and took out the red iron embryo and simply forged it, removing the slag and charcoal in it, and put such a rough embryo on the mold forging anvil by the river, and the water-driven mold hammer struck several times from the high altitude, and the metal of the mold on both sides was magically strengthened, extremely strong, and the iron embryo quickly became a dense semi-finished armor plate under this high-strength forging attack.

Some townsfolk helpers from the militia assisted the Grey Dwarf craftsmen in quenching and assembling the plates into cuirass, but for most of the day, some rough cuirass took shape on the assembly line, leaving the black knight Lannelu Ferrandlin stunned.

"Well, it's a pity that the materials are limited and there are not enough skilled workers, otherwise the production speed will be faster. The gray dwarf Ruric pulled his beard next to the black knight with a body of smoke, his expression was a little regretful, and he said loudly: "It's a pity, it's a pity, the quality will definitely drop a little if you pursue speed like this." ”

"Even if it is such plate armor, if it can arm an army, it is a good legion. If this process can be widely promoted...... That's right. The Black Knight turned to the Grey Dwarf, "This method was invented by Lord Sean?"

"Uh...... Not bad, including this way of partial processing. Ruric looked at the craftsmen and assistants on the construction site, and a look of admiration appeared on his face: "He is indeed a genius, the elder is right, it is difficult for us to win in the end against the surface people with such genius." ”

"Genius ?......" The black warrior lowered his head slightly, looking at the craftsmen who had already begun to clean the surface of the plate armor, not far away, several waterwheel-driven instruments were working, not only forging anvils, but also rotating iron saws, through which the lumberjacks could process logs into wooden fences with very little effort.

It was just the beginning, but it was enough for her to understand that it really didn't take much time for this town to become a heavily armed fortress.

"My lord, do you still have to train as usual today?" A soldier walked up and looked at the craftsmen by the river with some envy, they had only gained enough capital to wear the chain mail on their bodies through hard fighting, but the plate armor by the river that could produce more than a dozen pieces in one furnace was not necessarily worse than their chain mail in terms of protection.

"Training?!" as if touching something, Lannielou Ferrandlin read the word, and gradually became distracted.

A genius realm chief, although the surname seems weak, but according to her observations, this weak surname does not affect his decision-making, if there are many genius actions, it can create a miracle like defeating the griffons, and even run this town that was once abandoned by her grandfather into a strong enough fortress.

Although that hasn't materialized yet, Penny has shown her that she is capable of enough.

A calm, wise, and wise leader.

I wonder if it's a hypocritical charity...... The black warrior licked his lips, and a little heat grew in his heart, if he could use it properly, would he be able to gain higher power?

Climbing up to higher power is the creed of most Bane believers.

Although she was given by Bane, she also knew that behind the charisma was the exchange of interests between the Bann Church and the Red Robe Mage Society, and she could not be valued by the Red Robe Mage Society - although the Mage Council could forgive her once or twice because of her background, but in the end, she was destined to become a vassal of the Red Robe.

As for the Bane Church, it simply excluded her, a benefactor, and was nominally a holy warrior, but even the Holy Hall refused her entry, although she was respected by low-level believers, but her power was almost none.

This awkward position annoyed her.

But she knew that she didn't have the capital to break up, and if she lost Bane's divine grace and the family's protection, the fate would be obvious.

"Power and Power ......"

Two glimmers of light flashed in her charming eyes.

What a fascinating word, and behind that is the ambition to master the ship of destiny.

"If you do have the capital to make me follow, I certainly don't skimp on my limited loyalty. The black warrior chanted in a low voice, his eyes dreamy: "However, you must not let me down, let alone taste defeat easily, the so-called loyalty, compared to life, is really cheap and worthless~......"

"My lord?!" The soldier did not wait for the black knight's order for a long time, but when he heard such words of unknown meaning like a dream, he felt a little weird, and whispered a reminder, but he was met with a burst of angry glare:

"What are you waiting for? Won't you even be able to go out often? Train harder!"

"Yes! yes!" the soldier fled.

The black warrior smiled heavily, and after glancing at the hot construction site, he suddenly felt a little bored, and wanted to find something to adjust his mood.

For example, beautiful women or something.

Fiancée or something the most annoying, limited loyalty, of course, does not include innocent love.

She grinned as she walked towards the temple of Waujin in town.

A few of the small merchants who had come with him were still living in the town - they did not dare to wander around knowing that the surrounding trade routes had been blocked by bandits, and their task was to establish a market here under the commission of the Church of Waukin, so they often came to the temple to help with simple tasks.

Dressed in a junior priest's robe, Hiccol was dressing the idol in style, and when she saw the Black Knight enter, her body trembled visibly.

Although she hadn't been bothered for a while, she still remembered the fierceness of this black warrior.

"Baby, did you miss me?!"

Lanew didn't give her a chance, but put her arm around her and carried her into the depths of the house.

The businessmen looked at each other and finally chose to remain silent.

Anyway, no one will die, their lives matter, so don't take risks easily.

The power of the female black samurai, they have seen it.

"Miss Ferrandrin!woo~" In the face of an evil god warrior with great power, the fragile priest's resistance was obviously futile.

"Baby, I can't wait...... Don't resist, there's nothing missing anyway. Lannilou chuckled, her fingers slowly running over the girl's clothes, the buttons on which were slowly unbuttoned, revealing snow-white skin.

As if staring at his prey, the black knight's eyes narrowed into two beautiful slits, and his palm caressed the girl's cheek.

"Help~Help~~" Hiccol's face turned crimson, and this cry for help was as intermittent as intermittent gasps, but it inspired the enthusiasm of the large beast to invade.

Lannie Lou's breath also became short, and she giggled, "Scream, the more you call me, the more ...... I become"

Bumper Bumper!

There was a knock at the back door, and at the same time a familiar man's voice came in: "Hiccol, are you there?"

Penny Sean was standing at the back door of the temple, and as he was meditating, he felt a strange aura in it, so he put down his work and came to inquire.

An expression of hope appeared on the face of the young priest, and the black knight looked at the girl for a long time, feeling that she still did not have the courage to do such a thing, so she lowered her head and bit Hiccol's ear:

"I'll come back in the evening, you can't escape. ”

...... "How this happened?" Penny couldn't help but laugh when he heard the disheveled girl blushing and finishing the story.

He really didn't know how to react, but there was a sense of absurdity that suppressed his anger, and he felt very awkward.

What's the matter?

"Penny, aren't you her boss? can you make her ...... Don't come and bother me. Hiccol snorted, looking a little angry, and under his flushed face, he looked very cute.

"Boss?" Penny snorted through his nostrils, not knowing if his power would be ignored by the Black Knight, but he also felt the need to stop the daring female officer, at least let her know that this was not the place where she could do whatever she wanted.

Knowing this kind of thing, it is impossible for him not to get angry.

He thought about it, and his expression looked a little gloomy.

"Penny. The girl saw his face and was a little worried.

"Come and sleep with me at night. ”

"Uh?!" As if misunderstanding something, the girl took two breaths, and her face turned redder.

"I'll stay with you tonight. With that, the mage turned and left the house.

Hearing this, Hiccor was a little sluggish again.

(To be continued)