Chapter 404 Let’s see who can beat whom!

The dinner at the Abundant Castle was dull and depressing.

The red dragon cast a shadow over everyone. Although the latter fled in panic, the atmosphere in the castle was still heavy.

The servants were walking on thin ice, afraid of making mistakes, and dared not look directly at the dark clouds on the lord's face, lest they would attract thunder and wrath.

Tashina looked at the situation and left.

She was very ambitious, and it was impossible for her to follow Roman step by step. That was not called a princess, that was called a servant.

After dinner, Roman took the plate and took Shasta back to the bedroom.

The petite girl was lying on the soft big bed, her face was bloodless, and her lips were delicate and pale like winter snowflakes. The soft thin blanket covered her body, bulging like a hill, but her expression was like falling into a nightmare, as if she was whispering something.

The arrival of Roman and Shasta woke up the sleeping girl.

She woke up from a deep dream, looked sideways, and saw Roman walking sideways. The candle flame in the bedroom fell behind him, setting off his figure vividly. He was strong and upright, with strong features, light and dark, and deep lines. The red eyes reflecting the candlelight were particularly bright. I can't forget it, and I will never forget it in my life...

"Eat something." He put the plate on the bedside table next to him.

Margaret suddenly found that he cared about her, cared about whether she was hungry, and would bring her food. He had her in his heart.

This sudden and unexpected discovery made her heart beat unnaturally, as if it was disturbed by an unknown bird feather, and it was a little itchy.

"Your Highness, I'm sorry..."

"What's sorry?"

"I didn't kill her."

"Mary, this is not your fault."

"We had a chance. I missed. Idene lifted my spell, but if I chased them..."

None of them could escape. The red dragon and the witch Ego would be dragged into hell by her.

"If the price of pursuit is your life, then you'd better lie in my arms." He handed the spoon to Margaret's mouth.

Roman had no doubt that Red Dragon and Idene had the ability to counterattack. Any high-level unit has the instinct to fight bravely and fiercely. Once forced into a desperate situation, it will definitely drag someone down with it.

The result of exchanging pieces is that both sides will suffer. Unless it is a frontal battlefield, the chess player will not choose to exchange pieces.

Because they all believe that the value of their own pieces is higher than that of the opponent's pieces.

"I can do whatever I want." Margaret closed her eyes, and the touch from her head was comfortable and reliable. She said so, but would there be such warmth in that world?

Every time this thought came up, she was afraid, afraid of losing, so she became timid.

"Your duty is to protect my safety. Dragon slaying is not your mission." He reached out and tucked the scattered bloody hair behind her ear. His rough, calloused fingers brushed across her face. He spoke softly, and his gentle attitude seemed to be afraid of scaring her, a delicate girl lying in bed.

But she knew what she was.

A human-shaped disaster eager to kill, an evil curse that brought death, and a scarlet witch chasing the shadow of the netherworld.

Idne. The witch Ego dissolved her spell, but also opened a door to the underworld.

The prophet forbade her to explore the netherworld. Lord Thunder believed that the magic power came from oneself, and the world believed that it was an illusion after the caster drank the medicine.

But she really glimpsed it, and her whole body trembled to excitement, and the scene in the dream became deeper and heavier.

Thousands of scarlets, swimming dragon shadows, and the deeper secrets behind the dragon shadow.

That was something that was invisible in the past. The earth was changing. Some horrible truths were about to be exposed. Those dragons came for this. It was a sign of the Dragon King's wrath.

"Your Highness, do you want to learn magic?" Margaret looked at the scroll Roman had inserted in his waist. It was the Silver Moon spell she had seen before.

"Not bad."

"Then let me teach you." Shasta said.

"Okay." Roman agreed. There was no better candidate than them in this bedroom.

It was not easy to master magic, even if he had browsed many magic scrolls. He needed a guide.

The first magic that Roman had to master was not the Silver Moon spell, but to learn "meditation", which was a basic spell.

Witches are good at using hand seals and spells to enhance the effect of meditation.

But it was difficult for knights. It was difficult for any knight to endure this boring meditation process. It took a lot of time, and the spells mastered would not be very strong. They were only basic spells.

"His Majesty Ionus has a very high level of magic attainment." Shasta told him, and Margaret listened quietly and obediently beside him.

Roman knew this. Ionus could not simply be considered a master of magic, but could only be said to be a kind of rule spell that suppressed all the knights of war.

But he wondered in his heart, how did Ionus do it?

—— Anyway, those seat witches don't have this ability.

In the end, Roman could only attribute it to the fact that he was worthy of being the greatest knight in the Black Iron Age, and it was understandable that he had his own special features.

The knights of war were purely violent war units.

And the essence of fighting was very simple. Kill the opponent with the simplest action and the fastest speed.

If there was no matching system with themselves, the efficiency of knights of war in mastering spells was extremely slow, so they never deliberately pursued the power of spells.

Those shallow spells were useless even if they were mastered, and would only waste time.

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Roman emptied his mind as Shasta said, and he gradually felt the energy surging in his body.

With the rhythm of breathing, with the rhythm of heartbeat, with the flow of blood...

Energy is the breath of the body. When he concentrates, he can also swing the sword to hurt people from a distance. Although the power is not strong, it is the body's instinct to use energy.

"I feel it." Roman opened his eyes and said.

Shasta was a little doubtful and looked at Margaret, but saw that the latter was very calm.

"Are you sure?" She asked, it was only a few minutes later.

People who are new to magic usually regard some instinctive body reactions as the flow of energy. Even newly awakened witches will be confused and make wrong judgments.

"I'm sure." Roman was sure. He now understood why the higher the level of the knight, the easier it is to master magic.

Because they have abundant energy in their bodies, which is easy to mobilize.

One, two and three are low-level knights, four and five are mid-level knights, and only the sixth level is considered a high-level knight.

The sixth level is a threshold. The Dawn Knight Keddon who intercepted Green was a sixth-level knight. Even if he didn't know how to cast spells, he could guide the energy in his body through extraordinary equipment.

Some white knights were also high-level knights, so they could actively swing the sword light instead of instinctive skills such as sword strength.

"It's incredible..." Shasta murmured. She grew up with the prophet. During the conquest period, a fifth-level knight would take several days to sense energy.

Because energy itself is a very mysterious concept, it is impossible to empathize with it. Because knowledge is difficult to spread, the knights of the expedition only learn useless things such as combat, etiquette, loyalty, and emblems, and it is difficult to form a unified concept.

You said the city gate tower, he understood it as the hip axis, which is like a blind man touching an elephant.

In comparison, her master's entry speed was too fast, as if he didn't encounter any obstacles and stepped over them in a breath.

When Shasta realized this, she felt a strong joy and was excited. "You will definitely become the second Conqueror, His Majesty...even better than him."

"Of course, I am the destiny. I will create an era greater than the Black Iron Age, a glorious eternal era!" Roman accepted all the praises and boasted about himself without hesitation.

For him, doing well is normal, otherwise he would be unworthy of the title of destiny.

In the past, he was busy with government affairs and had to review all major and minor events. He had no time and foundation to learn spells - even if he learned spells, he didn't know who to improve skills for.

It's different now.

Let's pull out a group of Silver Moon Knights first.

Isn't it just a roll!

Let's see who can roll better!

One by one, I'll crush you all! !