"If no one wants to go, then just skip this one."
Standing in front of the huge round table, looking at the apprentices in front of him, the old man in red robe nodded slightly and turned directly to the next page of the book.
"A large number of scavenger wolves have appeared in the Xilalar Mountains. There are more than 500 of them. We need to send people to suppress them..."
Looking at the pages in front of him, the old apprentice read them word by word.
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A period of time passed quickly. After these things were dealt with one by one, the old apprentice in the red robe in front closed the book in his hand.
"That's all we have for the time being. From now on, you can do as you please."
He looked at the apprentices in front of him and said, "If you have something that you want to leave early, you can leave now."
As soon as these words fell, several apprentices around the round table nodded and walked straight out the door.
"Is this the end?"
Standing there, watching the figures around him leaving one after another, Athir felt a little confused.
"What else?" Radel's voice sounded in his ears.
He looked at Athir standing beside him and explained to him: "The Southern Alliance is originally a loose organization, and the main responsible persons are still the heads of several families."
"For people like us who don't like these things, we only need to come here once in a while."
Standing there, Radel smiled and said, "But there will be an exchange meeting next, and many wizards will participate. If you have time, you can go and take a look."
"Exchange meeting?" After listening to Radel's words, Athir asked with interest: "Are there many wizards there?"
"Quite a lot." Radel nodded. "Most of the wizards from our Southern Alliance will be here. In addition to our third-class wizards, there are also many second-class wizards and representatives from some wizard families."
"After all, we have scarce resources here, and each wizard is usually busy with his own affairs. It would be nice to have an opportunity to gather everyone together."
"That's true." Athir smiled.
He looked around and found that most of the apprentices had left, with only a few left.
"Let's go too." Looking at the scene around him, Athir said.
Radel was very familiar with this place and had obviously been here more than once. After listening to Athir's words, he took him directly in a certain direction.
After a while, they walked into a hall.
In the hall, dozens of people were walking around, most of them were apprentices, and there were very few ordinary people.
In front of each apprentice, there is a counter with the items to be traded placed on it, which is very clear at a glance.
Looking at the counters around him and walking around casually, Athir couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.
There seemed to be a decent number of apprentices here, but the materials they traded were mostly not very good. Many things that were once ubiquitous in the academy became rare goods here.
After casually walking around a few times, the only things Athir gained were some materials unique to the local area and a spell template that a second-class apprentice took out for trade.
This little gain is really not as good as the ancient armor city that Athir had visited before. At least there are several wizard apprentices with a long history taking root there and can provide some unique resources.
"How does it feel?"
The disciple walked out of the door, where Radel, dressed in a black robe, was already standing there.
"I have to say, I'm a little disappointed." Looking at Radel in front of him, Athir spoke directly without any intention of hiding it.
Radel was not surprised by his words. He just shook his head and said, "This is the situation here. The resources are too scarce, and there is no strong wizard organization taking root. Many resources cannot be cultivated."
"Even if there are some good things occasionally, those people will not take them out for trading, they will just keep them to themselves."
After saying this, he paused, then continued, "After a while, when this party is over, it will be time for me to leave."
"What's wrong?" Athir was a little surprised when he heard Radel's words.
"Thanks to your two Kinnain leaves, I have made up for some of the life I lost in the past."
Turning to look out the window, Radel said, "I plan to leave here and return to the academy in another month once the family is stable."
"A month, huh?"
Athir nodded: "In a few months, after I finish dealing with things here, I will leave here too."
"Haha, let's meet again someday!"
Hearing what Athir said, Radel laughed, looked at him and spoke.
They chatted for a while, agreed to contact each other later, and then left in different directions.
Outside, Sidlu was already waiting with his men. Judging from the slightly excited expression on his face, he was obviously very satisfied with this harvest.
After a while, Athir got on the carriage and headed in the direction he came from.
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Three months later.
In the early morning, the sun shines on the earth.
In a spacious training ground, Sidru was sparring with another middle-aged man.
Compared to three months ago, there were some changes in Sidlu. Not only did the skin on his face appear rougher, but his skeleton also seemed to have become much thicker. Although he still looked the same as before, there had been great changes.
On the training ground, the sound of swords clashing continued to be heard.
White dots of fighting spirit kept emerging from Sidlu and the middle-aged man, directly explaining their identities: they were both extremely powerful knights.
However, although they were both great knights, Sidlu had the upper hand in the battle, displaying his swift sword skills, and not giving his opponent any chance to breathe.
In the corner of the training ground, Athir, dressed in a black robe, quietly watched the fight between the two great knights.
"Name: Sidru Fakus. Strength: 8.8. Agility: 8.4. Constitution: 9.1."
In front of him, Sidru's physical data appeared in an instant, allowing him to observe clearly.
Looking at the data, Athir nodded while standing still: "The physical data has increased by more than half. It seems that the effect of blood transformation is really good."
After three months, Elhua, who had undergone a blood transformation before, has completely adapted to the transition period of his blood. Not only has his broken arm recovered, but his physical fitness has also caught up with those knight apprentices who have been training for years.
After returning from that gathering, Athir performed blood transformation on Duke Arieu, Sidru and others.
Although the blood used for transformation is also the blood of Silver Behemoth, Duke Arie and Sidru are naturally much stronger than an ordinary person like Elhua. Not only can they transform more blood, but the power they gain after transformation is also stronger.
"After the bloodline transformation, due to the influence of the Silver Behemoth bloodline, not only will the lifespan be greatly increased on the basis of the Great Knight, but the life limit itself will also be much higher than before."
Standing there, looking at Sidru in the distance, Athir muttered to himself: "We are both great knights. If the life limit of an ordinary great knight is around 10, then the life limit of Sidru now is at least above 15."
This is one of the changes brought about by blood transformation.
As a powerful creature that can compete with a second-level wizard, the Silver Behemoth's life level is naturally very high. Therefore, after converting part of his blood, Sidru's life level will also be raised, allowing him to reach a higher level.
Of course, strictly speaking, this increase in the life limit does not have much practical effect, it just looks good.
For the Knight System, the Great Knight is already the limit. At this level, even the Knight's Breathing Method has completely lost its effect, and it is extremely difficult to make any progress.
In this case, the increase in life limits does not actually mean much to ordinary people, because they are destined to never reach their own limits; it just looks better.
Compared to this limit improvement, the more beneficial thing about bloodline transformation is actually the improvement of physical attributes and the talent bonus brought by bloodline.
"What a pity."
Looking at Sidru showing off his skills in the distance, Athir stood there and muttered to himself.
As for bloodline, Atier has studied it for such a long time, so naturally he wants to use it on himself.
The benefits of blood transformation are obvious. Not only can you gain blood bonus, but you can also gain a longer lifespan.
But unfortunately, in today's wizarding world, powerful bloodlines are too rare and precious. Even though Athir has the help of a chip that can purify the bloodline to a certain extent, the only bloodline he can have in his hands so far is the bloodline of the Silver Behemoth.
For ordinary wizards, this bloodline is already a very good choice. Even formal wizards would feel excited if they got it.
But for Athir, given a choice, the appeal of this bloodline is not too high.
The Silver Behemoth is a creature that has strong flesh and vitality. With its violent physical strength, it can even briefly compete with a second-level wizard.
Although transplanting this bloodline can gain strong physical fitness and vitality, it will also be affected by the Behemoth bloodline, and the personality will begin to become violent and bloodthirsty, and even lose reason.
The side effects of this bloodline have too great an impact on the path of a wizard who must remain rational at all times, and is actually not suitable for wizards.
The transformation of bloodline itself is an irreversible process. Once a certain bloodline is transplanted, it can no longer be changed, so it must be chosen with caution.
Therefore, unless it is absolutely necessary, Athir would not choose a bloodline like the Silver Behemoth, which has too many side effects.
(End of this chapter)