"Walkmas, did you see me make a move? I didnât touch a thing." Trist spread her hands, her beautiful face looked innocent as she spoke.
"You..." Walkmas couldnât help but blow his beard and widen his eyes, just as he was about to say something.
Suddenly, Trist waved her hand, stretched lazily, revealing her exquisite curves, and said, "Walkmas, letâs consider it settled this time, but next time may not be the same. Tell him not to come to the Beverly Mountains again."
Trist knew that reaching this level was already the current limit.
If she acted again, she feared she would touch the old manâs bottom line.
Besides, she was confident in the power of her recent spiritual shock; even a third level crystallization wizard caught off guard by her spiritual shock would be severely wounded.
The young human boy in front of her may be exceptionally talented, but his strength definitely hasnât reached the level of a third level crystallization wizard. If he was struck by her blow, he wouldnât become a fool, but he would spend decades healing.
A genius had basically fallen.
Since that was the case, her purpose for this trip was already achieved.
...
"Rein?" Anna asked anxiously.
Rein shook his head, though it was still throbbing with pain, he seemed to be able to endure it.
Only that feeling of suddenly being hit by a heavy hammer naturally felt uncomfortable.
Rein watched Trist depart, his eyes slightly narrowed.
He believed he wouldnât take long to return to the Beverly Mountains, then heâd have a good talk with this Wind Roc Queen about todayâs events.
"What you just experienced was one of Tristâs special talent abilities, a spiritual shock. Wow? I didnât expect you to recover so quickly; it seems your willpower is extraordinary." Walkmas looked at Rein, surprised.
He thought that the young sword bearer Rein would be severely injured.
You must know, mental wounds are more difficult to heal compared to physical ones.
Unexpectedly, this young man Rein surprised him again, the other partyâs will seemed extremely resilient!
"Rein, judging by your appearance, you shouldnât be over twenty, right? Truly a rare genius. By the way, did you say youâre from Mingster?"
"Yet looking at you, you donât seem to be a descendant of young Ferrela (Duke of Minterâs real name)." Walkmas showed a trace of puzzlement, muttering to himself.
"Lord Walkmas, the Duke graciously cared for me, he is a respected elder." Rein smiled as he spoke.
"An elder? Hahaha, by the way, are you planning to head back to Mingster first? Remember to send regards to young Ferrela for me; the last time I saw him, he was just a fourteen or fifteen-year-old lad." Walkmas laughed heartily, his face showing reminiscence.
"Also, Rein, if you go to the Imperial City, make sure to visit the Steady Family sometime; this is Pascalâs scale."
Walkmas smiled as he spoke, while handing a silver dragon scale to Rein.
"Certainly, thank you Lord Walkmas for your help this time." Rein accepted the silver dragon scale respectfully.
Meanwhile, he was astounded by Walkmasâs age in his heart.
The other party actually called the grandfather generation Duke of Minter âyoung Ferrela,â the time span since their last meeting was at least forty to fifty years ago. Is this the time concept of a high rank wizard?
How old must this Guardian Lord be?
Soon after, Rein and Anna bid farewell to the Imperial Guardian Walkmas and set off again, heading towards Mingster.
Half a day later.
"Look, Rein, the Hammerfall Mountains!" Anna pointed with her fair hand at the gray and black daunting peaks ahead, exclaiming with surprise.
"Yes, once we pass through Hammerfall Fortress, we will be close to Mingster." Rein smiled and nodded.
Last time when he passed through Hammerfall Fortress, there was some trouble due to the lava creature riot; along the way, he had slain many molten lava snakes and two-headed molten lava dogs.
Who knows if this time, everything will go smoothly.
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