From Red Moon Calendar year 193 to 205, it was a special period that produced a large number of magicians, especially those proficient in ice magic. According to the core secrets of the Magic Guild, the reason why the Ice Wishing Tower produced 30 magicians in less than ten years—a number about a hundred times that of ordinary times—is mainly due to the intervention of a military man who completely cannot use magic.
This person is the famous
Lelek Haber recorded in the list of famous magic figures of a hundred years.
In this world, wherever there is a continental highway, one can definitely find a treehouse tavern. This is no exception even on the ice-sealed Frozen Continent.
There is only one fork in the continental highway of Longya Mountain. Going north connects to the capital of the Kingdom of the Hami people. Going east leads directly to the Kingdom of the Hami people. Going west leads directly to the Empire of Amy and the Holy Church. On the north side of this fork, there is a thick big tree. It seems to be a kind of silver-leaved needlewood. With a diameter of about five meters, at least ten people are needed to completely surround it.
At a height of ten meters from the ground is the famous treehouse tavern.
Under the tavern, there is a square bluestone. Guests who wish to enter the tavern only need to stand on the bluestone and will automatically be added a teleportation magic. The destination of the teleportation is the door of the treehouse tavern.
The treehouse tavern, which serves as the office locations of the Magic Guild, the Mercenary Guild, and the Thieves Guild, will never lack guests.
Just like all treehouse taverns on other continents, several beautiful pixies flutter their blue transparent wings and serve drinks and food to the guests.
"Guest arrives, guest arrives." A cute monkey-like orc at the door said while jumping high and taking the snow-covered hat from a middle-aged man who had just entered.
At first glance, this man should be an imperial noble. This can be seen from his very polite greeting to the monkey-like orc waiter. Only nobles will never lose their manners at any time, and only true nobles will be willing to sincerely greet such lowly races as orc waiters.
The noble slightly turned his body and pulled out a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy from behind him.
As the noble and the boy walked towards the counter, more and more people in the tavern stopped chatting and turned their gazes to the boy's back. The boy was carrying a two-handed sword almost as tall as him. If it were made of iron, this sword would weigh about the same as a two-handed axe or a knight's spear. Moreover, what's even more curious is that this sword is not sharpened.
This boy also has a very good temperament. Just like the noble, or more like a young scholar. Dressed in snow-white snow bear leather from top to bottom, with a faint smile on his lips. He nimbly weaves through the tables and chairs.
Most of the regular customers in the tavern are mercenaries. Perhaps out of curiosity about that two-handed sword, a big mountain berserker extended his leg at the moment when the boy passed by. The timing was very good. In the tavern, such tricks that always work are too common. Most people have already imagined the scene of the boy being tripped and then being pressed down by the big sword.
Obviously, the boy didn't notice the change under his feet either. While walking, he was observing every corner of the tavern.
But at the moment his leg was about to be tripped, his foot stepped on empty air very naturally and then stepped over the trap. The people around who were ready to burst out laughing couldn't react for a moment at the boy's nimble movement. The initiator of the prank was also stunned, holding his large cup of wine.
"Hi, that sir, come and sit here." A woman in a bright red open-front blouse greeted Chi Hanfeng coquettishly.
Seeing that there were still several empty seats in front of her, Chi Hanfeng pulled Amy and walked towards the woman.
"How annoying, little brat. What are you looking at?" The woman rather proudly puffed out her snow-white chest towards Amy.
Poor little Amy was already stunned by the dazzling expanse of white. Chi Hanfeng took the initiative to rescue him: "Miss, don't misunderstand. My nephew is only fourteen. This is his first time out. In our village, there are no naturally beautiful women like you, and even fewer wear such fashionable clothes as you. This is probably the first time he has seen a beautiful lady's chest. I wonder what the texture is like."