NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 22: Legend 1
In the private library, Isabella sat upright at the table, flipping through a thick magic book . In the air around her, hundreds of magic books were floating at the same time, some were closed, some were open, and some had certain pages standing upright with text or graphics on them, waiting to be selected. When the Legendary Archmage needs it, it will fly in front of her, then automatically turn to the specified page and adjust the angle to display the content on the page in the easiest way to read. She frowned and flipped through the pages quickly, occasionally making a few corrections on the papers in front of her.
This area was nominally a private library, but its seventy rows of seven-meter-high bookshelves were filled with all kinds of magic books . Its scale was comparable to that of the libraries of the Grand Duchy. A beam of light shot down from the curved crystal of the dome, leaving a huge spot of light at the focal point of the semi-circular library. And Isabella sits in the spotlight.
At this time, the half-closed door of the library was gently pushed open a little, and a dwarf mage with gray hair and beard tiptoed in. Seeing the Legendary Archmage working hard at his desk, the mage immediately slowed down his steps and called out in the softest and gentlest voice possible: "Your Highness..."
"I'm busy!" Isabella replied unhappily without even glancing at him.
dwarf mage was immediately startled, but thinking of the importance of reporting the news, he weighed it in his mind and finally whispered: "Your Highness, Duke Solam 's son has arrived and is waiting for your audience..."
Bang!
Isabella slammed the table heavily, blocking all the words that the dwarf mage said. She finally raised her head this time, but her face was full of frost, and her tone was unquestionable: "I said, I'm busy! Let him wait!"
"But..." The dwarf mage finally swallowed the rest of his words, and only said softly after gently closing the door of the library: "Okay, let him wait, let Solam 's son wait. He only waited for three hours, and the time you specified was originally two hours ago."
The door of the library suddenly opened, and a magic book that was almost half the height of the dwarf wizard flew out and hit the dwarf on the back with a bang. He immediately felt his internal organs churning and almost fainted. The dwarf wizard was sure that Isabella really had something very important, so important that she was willing to offend Duke Solam .
Another full hour passed before the dwarf mage was summoned. He immediately rushed into the library, and the slightly tired Legendary Archmage threw him a densely scribbled paper, told him to do it, and then walked to the reception area. As the unhappy expression of being interrupted from work was still on Legendary Archmage's beautiful face, the dwarf mage kept the most humble posture and the most repentant expression and watched her walk away, and then carefully read the contents of the paper. He was quite curious about what the Highness valued so much.
On the paper was a recipe, including 112 ingredients and 28 dishes, with the amount accurate to one tenth of a gram and the eating time accurate to the minute. The recipe was prepared for Eldrin, but the time period only covered one month. What took the Legendary Archmage more than four hours on the Prime Plane to prepare was only Eldrin's recipe for one month?
After seeing this paper, the dwarf mage who originally thought that Eldrin could only be a junior Artificer now felt that the claim of "future Saint Forgemaster" seemed to have some chance of success. After all, if a Legendary Archmage wanted to spend several hours of his precious time to tailor a monthly menu, an ordinary Artificer was not qualified.
In a magnificent small reception room, the young man was standing in front of the French window with his hands behind his back, admiring the magnificent Floating Ice Bay. Although it was already spring, the north was still cold, and scattered floating ice could still be seen on the sea, mixed in with the fleets entering and leaving the port, like white sails. They might just be a large piece of floating ice, but there might also be huge floating icebergs hidden underneath. Although Deepblue was an ice-free port, ships still had to be careful for half a year to avoid hitting floating icebergs.
Looking out the French windows, you can see the majestic Everwinter Mountains stretching far to the right. Steep sea cliffs and majestic mountains wrap around the north side of Floating Ice Bay. The south line is much flatter, with only a few undulations and covered with large tracts of dense coniferous forests. There is a deep-water port on the southern coastline. Although it is winter, more than half of the twelve berths are full of ships. There is even a magic ocean-going ship that is nearly 100 meters long and more than 30 meters high. The dock is bustling with people and various loading vehicles are lined up in long queues. It doesn't look like the off-season at all. A busy port means prosperity, opportunity, and a lot of wealth.
A fluttering flag appeared faintly on the distant horizon, and from the many masts and sails that appeared afterwards, it could be seen that another ocean-going giant ship had arrived.
The young man stared at the port, the faint smile on his face disappeared, and turned into a thoughtful expression. In the living room, besides him, only Minnie was there. The girl was curled up on a sofa, flipping through a magic book. But she looked a little absent-minded. She had been waiting here for four hours, which was beyond her limit. But considering the close connection between the two families, she was the only one who was suitable to accompany the young man here, after all, the young man's subordinates would not be allowed to enter here.
"What a spectacular view!" the young man suddenly exclaimed.
Minnie replied coldly: "Randolph often says that, too."
When the young man turned around, he had an impeccable smile on his face: "I am Stevenson, and he is Randolph. The biggest difference between us is that I only say this, and he only says this."
"It sounds like he's very powerful." Minnie stretched her arms lazily, showing off her beautiful body that had just grown up, and inadvertently showing off a bit of charm. Her eyes did not leave the magic book, but her attention was diverted by Stevenson's words. "However, Stevenson from the Duke of Solam seems to be a Dragonblood Sorcerer. Although it is very rare, it seems to have nothing to do with Artificer!"
The smile on the young man's lips did not change at all. "That's why I want to get personal guidance from Her Highness Isabella. Master Saint Cruz is not without the ability to make me an Artificer, but it will cost me to give up my bloodline ability. I believe that Her Highness has enough ability to solve this problem."
Minnie nodded slightly . In fact, Warlocks are already quite rare among mages, and they are mainly casters who rely on their bloodline abilities. Generally speaking, the amount of magic they can learn and master is very limited, but their power is much higher than that of mages of the same level . And Dragonblood Sorcerer is one of the rarest and most advanced branches among Warlocks. Even the most basic green dragon bloodline has at least the potential to become an Archmage . It is indeed a difficult decision to give up the ability of Dragonblood Sorcerer and become an Artificer. On the other hand, this actually also shows Stevenson's special status. The Holy Tree Dynasty recognized that Stevenson was the most promising person of the next generation of the Solam family.
"The teacher may not agree to accept you because you are too old." Minnie told the truth out of habit.
"Your Highness will definitely accept me because I'm paying for it myself." Stevenson elegantly blocked Minnie's question with the same truth.