After winning the duel again, the third young master walked back with joy with his subordinates.

Although the duels were made of wooden weapons, the cavalry was too strong when they collided, and both sides suffered casualties. The dead soldiers could get a pension of ten silver coins. As for the dead pack horses, it was also a good military ration to make them into jerky meat.

In the past, my father always thought that the elder brother’s philosophy was right, but now, the third young master clearly felt that his father was more interested in his philosophy.

Sure enough, victory is the best way to convince a person.

The third young master waved his hand to the eldest young master with a little smugness, regardless of the latter's quick fire-breathing gaze, first let most of the cavalry return to the camp, and then he took a small team of cavalry on another road. Of course, he had to share the happy things with important people, but as he walked, he found that there was a person in front of him blocking the way.

If ordinary people dare to block the army, the third young master will step on the cavalry without saying a word and crush the man into flesh.

But the man in front was wearing a magic robe with light patterns flowing on it.

He immediately pulled his horse and looked at the young man ahead.

"Who are you and why are you blocking my way?" The third young master asked with a frown.

It is a consensus that if you can't offend a profession like a magician, you won't offend it. The other party was just blocking the way and didn't seem to be too hostile. The third young master resisted his unhappiness and tried to make his tone look calmer.

Beta said, "Give me a pack horse."

When the third young master heard this, he smiled: "It's no problem to give you a pack horse, but as a spellcaster, you actually robbed me. Isn't it a bit of a loss of identity?"

Beta said with a plain expression: "Last night, my horse was stolen by your subordinates. I don't know where your cavalry were taken to, so I can only come directly to ask you for one."

The third young master is quite smart. When he heard this, he realized that it must be the one below who took the initiative. Facing the spell caster, they did not dare to be a tough person, so they could only use such shameless means.

The third young master was only half right. When Beta was sleeping yesterday, he did not wear a magic robe, but only wore ordinary clothes. The soldier thought he was a little nobleman who was traveling and did not dare to offend him openly, so he found a way to steal the pack horse. If he knew Beta was a spellcaster, they would definitely not even dare to steal it.

"I'm sorry, I apologize for the soldiers' recklessness."

The third young master dismounted, bent down slightly, and then scolded the soldiers in his heart. Who wouldn't provoke him? He actually dared to provoke a spellcaster. Isn't this trying to harm him?

Fortunately, this magician looks easy to talk to.

A soldier pulled a pack horse to Beta and then retreated.

Beta was about to ride a horse and leave, when the third young master suddenly said, "Your Excellency, can you sit on my manor?"

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry."

Beta refused the other party's invitation, rode a pack horse, and turned around and left. He went back to the hotel to pay the rent, and did not need to pack up anything, so he rode a horse and left. As soon as he left the city, he saw a cavalry blocking the intersection in front.

However, they did not stop Beta, because they saw Beta from afar and took the initiative to make way for half of the road.

The identity of the spellcaster is very useful no matter where it is.

Beta continued to move forward. As it approached, both sides nodded to each other and indicated their friends.

Seeing that Beta was about to pass through the group of people, Beta suddenly moved his mind and stopped, and his eyes fell on someone.

This small action naturally aroused the other party's vigilance. Most of them immediately pressed their hands on the hilt of their waists and looked at Beta with a fierce look.

Beta noticed a young man, who looked a bit similar to the third young master.

"Is there anything wrong with you?" the young man said first: "We don't seem to know each other."

"I'm Cook Green, a dragon vein warlock." Beta's eyes moved to the other person's face: "I'm sorry to bother you."

The Dragon Vein Warlock, when hearing this, the young subordinates became even more nervous. Many people's weapons were half unsheathed. In everyone's hearts, the warlock was surprisingly strong, especially the Dragon Vein.

The young man started his hand and pressed it down with a graceful manner, so that his subordinates would not be excited. Then he looked at Beta and asked curiously: "Dear Lord, what are you doing to me?"

"Can you show me the ornaments around your waist?" Beta pointed.

There was a square ornament hanging around the other party's waist, with strange patterns on it, and a faint magical luster flowing.

"Okay. My name is Rees-Sorin." The young man took off the ornament from his waist and handed it to Beta: "This magic item is strange. It is our ancestral object. It is usually handed over to the eldest son to wear, but no one knows its purpose."

"Well, I know you. I saw you just duel with someone else's cavalry, too." Beta took the Pearl and looked at it while saying, "Although you lost a lot, I still had a deep impression on me."

"Sorry, I did make a fool of myself just now." Reese smiled bitterly.

After taking the thing in his hand, the system sound of "beeping" sounded. Beta thought and found that an orange epic mission appeared in the task system bar: the national treasure.

This is definitely a very precious thing.

Beta felt the texture of the ornament with his fingers, then looked at the patterns on it. After checking it over and over again, he confirmed that this thing was indeed the entrance key to the tomb of the ancestors of Francis. He had seen it in the game. The Silver Winged Union got this thing for some reason. They looted all the tombs of the ancestors of the Francis royal family, and then posted the process and mission props on the forum.

Of course, the Francis Royal Family also knew about this, but it was already the middle and late stages of the game. A large number of legendary professions appeared among the players. As the second largest guild, Silver Wings were naturally very strong. Francis Kingdom, after repeated measurements, did not issue a clone order, and held this matter back in his stomach.

What Beta wondered about... how could such an important thing be in the hands of this young man?

"This thing is worth studying. I'm very interested. Can you sell it to me?" Beta asked while returning the thing to the other party.

Reese shook his head: "Sorry, this thing was given to his ancestors by a strange spellcaster more than three hundred years ago... In short, it is quite precious."

Seeing that Fang was unwilling to reveal too much about the key, Beta didn't care. He said: "I am very interested in the magic patterns on this thing and the magic knowledge involved. Can't I really sell it?"

"Feel sorry."

Beta thought for a while and said, "Then I'll trade with you with other things, such as, to make your cavalry regiment beat your brother."

Reese's eyes lit up and he seemed very moved, but he shook his head with difficulty.

Beta realized that the other party did have the idea of ​​trading, but was afraid of losing.

When dealing with people, it depends on who can't hold back first. The key to Wangling is indeed very important, but Beta believes that people who know what this thing is and what its function should be gone except themselves.

Since that's the case, he is not in a hurry. Anyway, there are many means to get it in the future, such as... finding an opportunity to steal it.

"It seems like you don't want to, that's a pity."

Beta left a sentence and turned around and left. After walking a few steps, Reese finally couldn't hold back and shouted Beta: "Your Excellency, please wait, would you like to chat in my manor?"

"no problem."

About ten minutes later, Beta sat in Rees' study.

"Although this thing itself has been handed over to the eldest son for custody, it is not a proof of the successor." Under Beta's curious questioning, Rees talked about the origin of the key: "I don't know the details. I just heard that this thing was given to our family more than 300 years ago. It was said that it was for us to keep it. One day, someone would come to take it away. The caster helped our family a lot, so this thing was passed down from generation to generation, but no one has ever asked about it in the past three hundred years. You are the first..."

Beta thought about it, and he suddenly felt that there was a hint of weirdness in the story.

"Are you the one who came to take it away?" Rees looked at Beta curiously.

Beta shook his head: "It should be an accident. I am just simply curious about the magic patterns on it."

"That doesn't matter. For so many years, you are the only one who speaks. Is it okay for you?" Reese smiled and said, "So, can you tell me how to defeat my brother?"

Reese spoke and pushed the key to Beta.

Beta did not take away the key, but said, "In fact, your heavy cavalry is impossible to win when facing your brother's pack horse cavalry regiment. Light cavalry is born to restrain heavy cavalry."

"The most powerful part of heavy cavalry is the impact infantry formation, not used to deal with light cavalry."

Reese knew these things, but he did not stop Beta from speaking, but listened quietly.

"It's not too difficult to deal with your younger brother, as long as you are willing to spend some time." Beta tapped the table with his fingers and said, "First of all, you have to cut the weight of the cavalry and war horse armor. The war horses and people are only equipped with frontal armor, and the armor behind them can be removed, which can reduce the burden on the horses."

Reese was moved, but asked: "In this case, will the cavalry's back be vulnerable to attack?"

"The cavalry was attacked on the back. Whether there was any armor or not, it was dead."

Reese nodded, feeling that Beta was quite reasonable.

"The second is that you have to strengthen the endurance of the military horse."

Reese shook his head helplessly: "The military horses I have cultivated are already the best in the world, but lack of physical strength has always been their weakness."

"It's magic that ordinary means can't do." Beta's finger gently stroked the table, and a miniature magic circle appeared on the table: "This is a magic circle that can be engraved on the war horse to strengthen the endurance of the horse."

Reese's expression was obviously surprised: "How much can it be strengthened."

"At least at the same level as a pack horse."

In the game, many magicians can carve this magic circle, both military horses and pack horses can be engraved above, so military horses are still not as physically stronger than pack horses.

But in this world, Beta felt that not many people would, otherwise, as Rees' identity, his elite military horses would have this thing engraved on them.

"But what if the enemy captures my military horse, they will learn this magic circle?"

"Don't worry, there are many magic traps in this magic circle. If they are not drawn in order, and the method of injecting magic power is wrong, they will fail. Most people have no way to imitate it. Therefore, you need Lord Ris, to find a trustworthy magician to learn from me."

"No problem, so please stay here for a few more days."

Beta nodded and agreed. Reese took a magic circle from Beta, posted it to a military horse for an experiment, and then found that... the effect was indeed obvious.

Then at noon, Beta met the caster who planned to learn from him the magic circle, the 3 magician.

"This is my lover, Shera. She has a lot of research on magic circles and should be able to learn it."

The endurance-enhancing magic circle is not too profound, but if anti-copying methods are added to the magic circle, it will become profound.

The young woman studied with Beta for seventeen days, and when Beta was almost out of patience, the young woman finally learned the magic circle.

Reese seemed extremely embarrassed. He brought a bag and said, "Sorry, I've been delaying so much time for you. This is my little intention. Please accept it."

The bag contained some beautiful gems, and Beta smiled and took them away, then left the city with the key.

To go to the Holy Land, you must pass through the royal city of Frans, Frans.

When he was about to reach Frans, Beta saw a auxiliary carriage suddenly rushed over from the front of the road. The carriage was very fast, and it was bumpy on the not-so-flat road, making a loud noise, making people feel that the carriage would fall apart in the next second.

The carriage was well-made and of excellent quality, and it was not disbanded, but someone was thrown out of it, fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and then two arrows shot from afar, and two swishes, accurately hitting the person on the ground, and died directly.

This man is more than a hundred meters away from Beta, and even if Beta wants to save it, it will be too late.

Then the carriage stopped, and the coachman staggered to the side of the deceased, picked him up, and shouted in grief: "The Seventh Prince..."

Then he was shot in the head with one arrow.

I'll go... This is Beta's first reaction. He can encounter such palace fighting and revenge on the road.

He suddenly felt something was wrong, and touched his body and found that it was Wang Ling's key that was heating up.

While Beta was frowning, he kept chasing the five black men riding in horses behind the carriage, walked to the two dead, and surrounded them. After confirming that the two were dead, they turned their eyes to Beta.

"Magic? Kill."

Even if the other party was covered with his face, Beta could hear it. The person who spoke was very old.

Beta sneered in his heart, and a gold coin was already in his hand.
Chapter completed!