Cyril did not immediately agree to Misha's request.

The plan he made was to arrive in Amasil around June, and in terms of time, he was indeed able to catch up with what Miss Misha called the "Feng Festival".

The Mufeng Festival is a festival used by the elves to thank the great god of nature Nora. It is held every seven years, from the end of June to mid-July. After a refreshing thunderstorm, the Mufeng Festival ends with a showdown between the elves tribes.

The winning elves will receive the "Mufeng Crown", and it is said that wearing the Mufeng Crown on his head can listen to Nora's oracle.

And the tribe they belong to will also receive more gifts from nature.

Although Misha used the most seductive thing, Mufeng Corolla, as a condition to invite Cyril, the so-called "oracle" is not enough.

What's more, at that time, it was the critical period when Cyril and his group had just arrived in Amasil and wanted to gain a foothold. If the territory was desolate, they had to be busy building the territory. If there were monster nests, they had to clean up the monsters first.

And there are also troublesome things like dealing with other nobles. It is really not easy to cater to those nobles with a smile and engage in diplomacy. Although Cyril has some understanding of the nobles in the Amasir region, that is also the information a few years later.

Now in the east, he still has to reorganize first-hand information and distinguish between friendly parties and "enemy", which is also a big project.

Thinking of so many things to do, Cyril felt a little overwhelmed. He felt increasingly that he needed to find a helper, who was knowledgeable, worked hard, and could work hard without paying a salary. Of course, it was a joke. He must have enough money. If the other party was bored, he could not stop him from leaving.

Of course, the best thing is to pick one out of the existing team, but he looked around the people "under the command": Miss Mia wants to stay in the capital and directly exclude it. Caroline and Nerora, one big and one small, are essentially children, and can only be ruled out.

The dwarf Crane looked like a not-so-smart type, her mind was full of unicorns' butts and she couldn't take on the heavy responsibility. The remaining Alina aimed to be an excellent thug, and the blonde girl didn't seem to have received enough education.

Finally, there is Misha Ashvan, our Elf Miss. But the Elf’s identity is very complicated, and the other party is still just a fellow traveler and cannot be considered part of the team. After all, Cyril has not tried to pull her into the team.

He and Misha, there is not enough interest to maintain this relationship.

However, if Mishara really joins the team, with the elf's long lifespan and unique insights, she might be able to cultivate it in the direction of a staff member.

But the premise of all is to win the title of the East first.

From the perspective of the eldest princess, awarding this title to Cyril is definitely better than granting Darren Sheli, but the southern nobles themselves have a strong influence, especially in La Rochelle in wartime, the influence of the southern nobles must be doubled.

Fortunately, the capital itself also has the power to oppose the southern nobles. It had previously given the southern nobles additional power. At this time, the southern nobles demanded the title of the Southeast Adelaide area. This behavior of gaining momentum would not agree even if it was a faction that would calm the people.

After all, it depends on Cyril's own performance.

The next morning, Heloise came to Mia's manor again.

This time she came to find Cyril, and was about to take him to collect the armor he wanted.

When they left, it was time for the college to go to school. At night, the empty streets were scattered with students in groups. The two horses could not accelerate under such road conditions, so they could only move forward slowly.

The faces on the roadside that seemed a little tender and youthful, were attracted by the two of them.

It's not their fault - even if Heloise and Cyril's 100% look back, the handsome appearance from the elves, the snow-white body and shiny fur under the crotch of the two men were enough to attract their attention - this is a combination of excellent horse breeds from the blood of the wild horses in the western mountains, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are romance of cavalry.

"Are those two elves?"

"It's definitely not. Elfs will not appear here casually. They must be half-elves..."

The whispers came into Cyril's ears. Cyril responded with a mature and cold look, and received a bit of a silly scream and a jealous grinding voice.

And there was a short chuckle that was captured by Cyril-

"His Excellency Treville, is there anything ridiculous?" Cyril bowed slightly and asked Heloise, who was urgently managing his expression and regained a cold expression.

"Nothing, Adrien. It's just that I thought that you and them are of the same age as you, and I feel a little funny... We're here."

The two stopped their horses, turned their heads, and saw an open bronze door in front of them. Many students wearing mage robes were walking into the door. At the end of their sight was a towering white tower. It had not rained before, but there was a magnificent rainbow light around the tower.

"Wang Li's First Mage Academy." Cyril whispered the name of this place - this is the top mage institution in Solconan. The white tower is like the Tower of the North Wind, and it is also a mage tower.

In the days to come, here - this entire Midtown, is constantly transporting talents to the battlefields that explode in La Rochelle's territory.

These young girls with tender eyes at this time will grow rapidly in blood and fire in the days to come. Most of them die early, and a few of them stand high and sacrifice their lives on the land they guard.

The war gave La Rochelle a burst of talents that only existed four hundred years ago, but also destroyed the country's anger. After 1453, many people were fighting for this country. Although he had completely broken and orthodox, many figures were still walking into the fog.

They tried to light new lights and lead those who still have hope.

And what about Cyril?

He only remembered that when he came out of the small dark room with the accumulated deaths again, he saw that the line of the country "La Rochelle" on his panel turned into a blank space, and suddenly he felt that everything was indifferent.

After that, except for joining non-state organizations, he has always been single.

But every month, I just sharpen my heads with thousands of skeleton soldiers.

"Adrien, Adrien?"

"Ah?" Cyril returned to reality and shook his head, "Sorry, I'm distracted."

"It's okay, we're just going to prepare for the teleportation." Heloise smiled.

In front of them, a man walked slowly, tall and walking like the wind, holding a staff in his hand, and a hearty smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

Seeing him, Cyril couldn't help but smile on his face:

Nickel Roderick.
Chapter completed!