After the holy sword is broken

Chapter 20

"Are you all right?"

The moment he stepped off the boat and stepped on the ground, the legs and feet of Burgess, who was wrapped in a cloak, went limp, and he almost knelt down, but Alger, who was walking behind, quickly supported him.

At this time, Burgess's face hidden in the dark brown hood was pale, and there was still a little water in the beautiful sapphire eyes, which looked very pitiful.

He nestled peacefully in Alger's arms, and didn't even have the energy to reply.

Alger helped him to the seat, squatted aside, let him lean on, stretched out his hand to untie the cloak for him, and took off the hood.

Along the way, both of them wore large dark brown hooded cloaks. Alger's hair and pupil colors were too strange. In order to avoid too much attention, he would choose to cover them up outside the town of Dock.

Borgins, on the other hand, used a cloak as a cover because his appearance was too good to cause unnecessary trouble.But now, it shouldn't be so scruples.

The moment Burgess hood was taken off, there were bursts of breathing sounds from around.

The extremely handsome young man was tortured by the bumpy waterway for a long time, and he was already very haggard, but he didn't look embarrassed, but instead had a pale and fragile beauty.

"It's normal to not get used to taking a boat for the first time. I don't like boats either. After getting used to it, it will be much better."

Argel patted him on the back lightly to comfort him.

Burgess' breathing was shallow and rapid, his head felt dizzy, and his heart was beating in a panic.

Symptoms are somewhat severe.

Alger asked, "Shall I get you some water?"

"No, don't go." Burgess grabbed his sleeve with a light hand, and spoke in a low voice, almost all breathless.

"Then I'll stay here, you sit for a while and take it easy."

Burgess rested his head on Alger's shoulder, and slowly took a breath.

Catastrophe, absolutely catastrophe!

"Why do you insist on following me? I can solve these problems by myself."

Burgess raised his head, narrowed his eyes, and his eyes became sharp: "Do you think I'm not qualified to follow you?"

"No, I just think that, as a blacksmith, you don't need to suffer so much."

"If I were also a fighter, or a mage, or a knight..." He paused and took a breath: "Would you treat me in a different way, treating me as your companion, rather than a person who needs to use honorifics? people?"

"Every profession has its meaning and value. I only use the honorific title because..."

As Alger spoke, he got stuck.

"Because of what?"

Burgess stared at him, his face was still weak, but his aura became stronger.

"I am a high-level, rare, high-value blacksmith?"

"We can't quarrel here, we should find a place to stay first."

Argel avoided the question, and gently helped him up: "Can you go?"

He got a cold snort in response.

Probably can?

"Two rooms are required."

Alger said to the hotel owner.

"It's safer to live together," said Burgess, who had put his hood back on.

This hotel is very old, and there are many people coming and going. If you don't pay attention, it is really easy to get into trouble.

"Then it's a double room." Alger said kindly.

"Twenty coppers a night."

In the New World, the common currencies are only gold coins, silver coins and copper coins. Different races will produce coins of different sizes, grams and formats, and the purchasing power will also be affected.

Due to the development of commerce and trade in the human empire, and the extremely high content of precious metals in the currency, the current currency minted by the empire is the most recognized in the entire continent, and can be circulated in almost all races.

Coins with a dragon head pattern are a symbol of wealth.

Among them, one gold coin is approximately equal to one hundred silver coins, and one silver coin is approximately equal to one hundred copper coins.The specific conversion depends on the political situation, mineral situation, and agricultural harvest at that time, and each region also has different currency prices.

The cunning dwarf businessman likes to gain benefits through such subtle differences.

After paying the fee, Alger asked, "Is there a curfew here?"

"11pm to 5am."

"Thank you."

Stepping on the old stairs, listening to the "creaking" sound, I went up to the second floor and found their room.

"Why do you ask about the curfew?" Burgess looked at Alger and opened the door: "You are a member of the religious order, so you don't have to abide by this rule."

Alger opened the door with a key, made a gesture of "please come in", and replied: "Although the various towns under the empire use the imperial code, they often use different customary laws when it comes to disputes over some details. The rulers have been working hard to unify these laws, but so far there is no obvious effect.

"According to experience, I summed up several sets of common templates, and then found an interesting pattern."

"Areas with the same curfew regulations often use similar customary laws?" Burgess continued.

"Yes."

The two entered the room, which happened to be facing the sun, and compared with the corridor, there was a lot less musty smell.

The whole room is small in size, and the two beds are placed against the walls on both sides.

"Your method of judgment is too empirical, and there is almost no theoretical support at all." Burgess said while unfastening his cloak.

"But useful." And, you yourself like to judge things by experience.

Alger smiled at him, without taking off the cloak on his body: "You take a rest first, I'll go prepare some water, and continue on my way tomorrow."

"Wait a minute, how far do we have to go?" Burgess rubbed his temples, still a little dizzy.

As soon as you close your eyes, it's as if you're back on a bumpy boat, rising and falling with the wind and waves.

Algermer calculated: "It's about two days by water, and three days by land. But this is based on my one-way speed. If it is based on the current speed, it should take longer."

Burgess thought for a while in silence, and then asked, "Then what is this place?"

"It's also a dock town. I can point it out for you on the map."

Dock Town is a very common name. Eight out of ten places with docks and developed shipping are named like this.The boatmen and merchants who come and go often use the most developed trade goods or iconic buildings in these areas to distinguish them.

The place where the Poetry of Truth is stationed is known as the "wharf rich in wine and fruits and vegetables", and then it is simplified into various short names. Sometimes it needs to be further distinguished, and information such as directions and routes must be added.

Burgess took off his cloak, tossed it casually, sat sideways on the side of the bed, leaning against the head of the bed, his long hair tied up was a little messy after the hood was taken off, adding to the casual beauty, royal blue Eyes, stained with a little lazy demeanor because of tiredness.

He waved to Alger: "Come here."

what?

Alger was a little confused.

"Don't think about it." Burgess squinted at him: "Didn't you want to point out the location? Take out the map, and I'll see if there are any familiar mages around."

In addition to being extremely rich, the profession of blacksmith is often very rich in network resources.

Whether it is a priest or a warrior, a mage or a warlock, a combat profession or an auxiliary profession, all kinds of magic items are always inseparable on the road ahead.

Getting acquainted with an excellent blacksmith is undoubtedly of great benefit to personal development.

Therefore, high-level blacksmiths are extremely sought after, and a young legendary blacksmith like Burgess, not to mention his status among ordinary professionals, even the royal family pays special attention to him.

"The person who lives here is an archmage, and he should know basic spells like portals."

The next day, Burgess stood in front of a garden villa with a blank expression on his face.

This is a small town adjacent to the town of Luojiao. This garden villa is also the most beautiful private building in the town. It is used by the owner as a transit point for the external link of the mage tower.

"No... it's not actually a basic spell.

"First of all, it requires the mage to have a corresponding learning path. Secondly, as a high-level magic, it has corresponding pre-requisite requirements for the class. Thirdly, it requires the mage to have a certain talent for space magic. In addition, since this is a conjuration system spells, so the faction of the mage can at least not conflict with the conjuration system. Finally, the correctness and success rate of the mage's spellcasting must be guaranteed."

Alger was not optimistic.

"If you can't, just learn now, if you can't learn, old... I will break up with him!"

Burgess gritted his teeth.

Alger comforted him: "Calm down, everything will be fine, if it's really not possible, we can take a detour and take as few boats as possible."

Burgess let out a soft "sneer", stepped forward and rang the door bell impatiently.

Alger reflected for a moment. The reason why the other party acted so irritable was because he was still unwell because he walked on the waterway yesterday, or because he didn't add honey to the milk this morning.

After thinking unsuccessfully, the door in front of him opened.

Burgess took his head and walked in without taking a second look. The degree of impoliteness was even worse than Alger's entering Dana's mage tower.

The structure of the mage tower is different, but the nature is the same. The inner space is chaotic and changes according to the owner's will. As soon as they stepped into the intersection of the outside world and the mage tower, they came to a reception room.

The old archmage with a gray beard stood in the center and gave Borgins the courtesy of a mage.

"Mr. Burgess. And this—"

"Alger." Burgess said.

"Mr. Alger, first time meeting, hello."

Alger returned the courtesy of a warrior: "Hello, Your Excellency the Archmage."

Burgess did not prevent the two parties from saluting, and only cut to the point after the salute: "I need a teleportation, I wonder if you can help me."

"It's an honor to provide you with convenience, where is the destination?"

Burgess glanced at Alger, and Alger took out the map knowingly and handed it over.

The archmage looked at the circled area.

"The area is too big, is there a definite landing point? And, this has entered the sphere of influence of a religious order, I can only open the portal on the periphery."

"The periphery is also fine." The main reason is to save the waterway, and the land part is all included as a bonus.

"As for the landing point... Let's do another divination, about this Topaz, and the point of the ceremony it is linked to."

The archmage took the box containing the topaz, slowly opened it, took the gem out of the box, held it in his hand and looked at it for a long time, then slowly shook his head: "I'm afraid you are joking, this is not something a mage can do. "

"But the priest next to me, he used to do divination." Burgess expression did not change.

"May I ask, what tool did he use?"

"Pendulum."

"The pendulum is a crude tool, though, aside from the yes-or-no choice, it can also be used to find objects or confirm locations.

"However, as a method of divination, errors often occur in itself. When a certain question cannot be answered, the subconscious may also point to the wrong result. The rougher the tool, the greater the possibility of error."

"Your Excellency, Archmage, I respect you and your wisdom as a mage, but according to my practical experience, when there is no correct result, it will not give any answer."

Alger replied.

"What is concluded from experience is not the absolute truth. On this topaz stone, there is a complex concealment magic. Multiple magic effects interfere with each other and affect each other, not only hiding the strangeness of the gemstone, but also blocking the ritual." Source'. Unless these magical interferences can be eliminated, the 'fate' related to it cannot be explored.

"But if you want to completely get rid of these disturbances, it means that all the magic added to it must be eliminated. At the same time, the 'clues' on it will also be removed, and the gem itself will lose all its spirituality and power. "

Alger nodded thoughtfully, and then smiled: "Understood, then, please set the landing point here."

He pointed at the edge of the area circled on the map, somewhere outside the radiating range of the influence of the two surrounding sects.

"Are you sure you want to use the divination results with a high probability of misjudgment as a benchmark?"

The archmage asked Alger, but looked at Burgess inquiringly.

Burgess nodded: "Listen to him."

"Then, as you wish." The archmage sighed softly.