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Chapter 53: The Wizard's Traces, the Forsaken

In a maple forest between Peter's Territory and Frank's Territory, an old man and a young boy were walking in it, with mummy-like bandages tied around the upper parts of their right arms.

Apart from that, their attire was not much different from that of the people from the Storm Kingdom.

The girl asked the old man. "Teacher Gu Ke, is there really something here that can save our elves? By the way, it seems that some kind of battle has taken place here, and different magical powers are entangled in this land."

"Am I right, teacher?"

"A force... doesn't seem to be from a wizard. It gave me a very uncomfortable feeling, just like when I was a child I saw a poisonous snake passing by me. It made me feel like I saw a natural enemy. There was also a magical power... It was so evil and deep, and the magic power was also very strong. It must be the magic power of a wizard."

Gu Ke looked at the girl and said kindly, "Yes. Absolutely. You are indeed a wizard genius. If you lived more than two thousand years ago, you would even have the chance to become a first-class wizard apprentice."

“Even higher achievements.”

"What a shame... Such a shame. People like you deserve better resources. I'm not only looking for the Four Seasons Garden for our source of mana. According to the wizard inheritance I got, there is also a wishing pool in the Four Seasons Garden. If you can soak in it, your wizard talent will be further improved, and your mental strength will also be greatly enhanced."

"I have a way to find the Four Seasons Garden. Because in my wizard heritage, there are records of the types of invisibility spells and mortal retreat spells used by the wizard's remains. As long as you give me some time, I can calculate the location of the wizard's remains."

Old Man Gu Ke said kindly, and at the same time he raised his head slightly, looking coldly at a maple tree in front of him. "Wei Er, don't worry."

"We, the forgotten ones, are unwilling to disappear in the long river of history. We hate humans, we hate our fellow wizards who abandoned us, and we hate the warlock group from two thousand years ago."

"And you will be one of our hopes."

"Although we don't know the identity of the wizard hidden in this territory, since he can't even hide his magic power, it means he is a wild person. Although we Forsaken are down and out, we have a legacy that can be formed. We are not comparable to wild people. He is not a threat to us. And..."

He raised his hand suddenly, and there was a scream from behind the maple tree, and the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Behind the maple tree, I saw a cultist lying on the ground, with countless vines growing out of his mouth, ears, eyes and nose, draining his life force.

Gu Ke smiled and said, "It seems that someone wants to get there first."

"What wishful thinking."

"Those warlocks of the Supreme Cult also want to touch the things of us wizards? You are not worthy."

The cultist was terrified. A tender sprout grew out of his eyeball. There was a sound of his eyeball bursting, and the green sprout quickly blossomed and bore fruit, turning into a rose.

The little girl turned her head away, not looking at the tragic scene. "Teacher, you are too cruel. You actually used the [Minor Growth Spell] like this."

Gu Ke glanced at the girl in surprise, and then his expression returned to a kind one. "Haha, it turns out that you, little girl, are not used to fighting. But kid, fighting is like this, it's either you die or I live."

The girl shook her head and said, "But this will pollute my magic. You also said that it is best not to kill anyone before I become a first-class wizard apprentice. The more blood on my hands, the more trouble I will have in the future."

Gu Ke glanced at the girl and thought: "That's for geniuses like you. People like us, why should we care about these things?"

……

In Peter Castle, Sunan summoned Solon, who believed in the Lord of Fire.

The Lord of Fire is also a member of the Order God system, and his importance is even higher than that of the Lord of Beasts. He even ranks slightly higher than the God of Storms.

It is only in recent years, with the establishment of the Kingdom of Storms, that the importance of the God of Storms in the pantheon of order has greatly increased.

Solon was originally from the [Ambrose Golden Republic] on the [Boot Peninsula] in the west, but he seemed to have offended the lord of the Ambrose Republic, and was framed for plagiarizing other people's artistic ideas. In the end, he left his homeland in a very miserable state.

It just so happens that southern Jiangsu needs a good craftsman.

Therefore, when Father Louis found out about this, he recommended this man to Sunan, and Sunan also tentatively invited Solon.

When Solon saw Sunan coming down from the castle, he immediately performed an exaggerated Ambrosian etiquette on him. In fact, his clothes were also exaggerated, with bright and eye-catching colors, making him look like a peacock.

But there is no way, the Boots Peninsula is richer than the Storm Kingdom Peninsula, and people there often set trends, so people from other regions may find it difficult to accept their overly open aesthetic style. The Boots Peninsula's obsession with fashion can be traced back to their worship of the Lord of Fire.

The Lord of Fire is also the only deity who, according to church doctrine, requires believers to love knowledge and wisdom.

This also led to the existence of many forms of republics on the Boot Peninsula, and the formation of city alliances to fight against feudal lords and major kings.

Among these republics, such as the commercial republic with lifelong governor, the dictatorial republic, the oligarchic republic, the universal republic, etc., are essentially just larger city-states, or some small republican states formed by larger cities being vassals of smaller cities.

Solon said to Sunan, "Lord Sunan, thank you for trusting me and giving me a job when I was so down and out."

"You know, plagiarism is the greatest indictment against artistic creators."

"By the God of Fire, I would rather be consumed in flames than copy someone else's mediocre ideas, as those fools suggest. Here are the ten hollow gargoyle statues I made for you. They will surely adorn your roof with a dazzling brilliance."

"I also secretly made some minor changes to their appearance, intentionally making their images closer to those of the angels of the God of Storms."

Solon smiled confidently. He was full of confidence in his artistic creation. However, he did not expect that Sunan wanted his works not for decoration, religious purposes or to show off wealth.

But it is to perform a magical transformation on the stone sculpture.

If he had known this, Solon might have refused this good job that seemed to have suddenly fallen from the sky at the most difficult time in his life.

Sunan examined these gargoyles and found them to be indeed magnificent and lifelike. The most important thing was that the proportions of the wings and bodies of these gargoyles were carved strictly according to his own requirements.

This allows the gargoyles - hollow plaster statues with wings more than twice as long as their bodies - to stay aloft.

This means that Solon is a person who can perfectly realize his own requirements and only uses his talents slightly in unimportant areas.

This is enough.

Sunan looked at Solon with satisfaction. In this era, artists are basically all-rounders. Those who can paint rarely do sculpture, and those who can sculpture rarely do house building design, water conservancy projects, etc.

Therefore, supporting such a person is indeed a necessity for me.

Especially the Sacrifice Stone series of potions, which require a large number of statues.

Sunan thought for a moment and said, "Storm Kingdom is not as wealthy as Boots Peninsula, so I will pay you a little less in the early stage."

"Five gold coins a month, okay?"

Solon did a rough calculation and found that this would be 60 gold coins a year, which was a bit low, but he also had to consider the reality of the situation.

Besides, this is the Kingdom of Storms, not the Golden Peninsula where the wealthy Birth Republics and the Papal States of the Order Pantheon are located.

Moreover, Solon has absolute confidence in his own strength. In the future, he will convince Sunan of his aesthetic taste and ask him to pay him a higher price.

Solon smiled with satisfaction and bowed to Sunan again. "Thank you, Baron."

“I want to make a second piece of art soon.”

Sunan raised his eyebrows. "There is just one more thing. I recently got two obsidian statues of the Bulgars. I need you to design two statues according to my requirements. It would be best if they can be used in combat."

Solon blinked, thinking he had heard it wrong. Used for fighting?

Artwork used in combat?

It seems...it's not impossible, it's very avant-garde!
Solon thought for a moment and said, "Then let's get started as soon as possible. Obsidian carving is indeed more difficult, as its hardness is much higher than that of ordinary stone. But it won't be difficult for me."

(End of this chapter)