Pivot of the Sky

Thirty years ago, when the Egyptian Empire learned that Bel had crossed the border of Cape Town State and fled across the Syrian desert to the Valley, it not only mobilized a group of magicians and samurai from Lower Egyptian to pursue him, but also, through official correspondence, asked the Kingdom of Hati to assist in the pursuit of Bel, particularly in the towns near the Valley.

So the Kingdom of Hattie issued a decree, symbolically sent everywhere, which was somewhat of a setback, saying that warriors were sent everywhere to hunt for Bell, but not to say what would happen if no one was sent. Adults everywhere know that sending someone to hunt down a Level 9 Great Magician, not to mention whether or not they can find it, even if they find it, is almost as good as looking for death. It's none of their business. At best, there is a newsletter.

Duke Town also received decrees on how they could have heard from Bell, much less sent a blacksmith to hunt down the Great Magician, so there was no initiative at all, and of course no one would be held accountable.

Later, the Temple of Isis declared that Belle had been annihilated by the Virgin Onion, but the official passage of the matter was so profound that no one would ever mention the name Belle again, and even if it were over, it would become history. The deviation also left a tail unnoticed, and the Kingdom of Hati had issued a decree that would never be revoked, and had forgotten to do so afterwards. In fact, nobody has to do anything anymore. It's all over. Nobody's going to have anything to do with hunting down a great magician who's long gone.

More interestingly, the town of Duke received only an order to assist in the pursuit of Bell, and the Egyptian Empire did not subsequently inform the Kingdom of Hati that Bell had been eliminated, nor did the Kingdom of Hati naturally forward announcements unrelated to itself throughout the country, which in theory was unknown to the town of Duke.

And in fact, the people in the town of Duke really don't know anything about it. Thirty years ago, the ordinance didn't even know who Bell was, except for the old lunatic. Today Dusty overturned the decree and announced it publicly, and it is still in force!

The townspeople are surprised. Who's Bell? What the mayor said seemed to be a magician, a magician who had the Ecumenical Empire and the Kingdom of Hati jointly ordered him to be pursued. That must be a very difficult man to deal with. Are there so many magicians and samurai who need to send men from the small town of Duke? Lord Mayor, why are you so enthusiastic, even if you think about it, you don't have to do this kind of work?

Everyone was looking at each other and whispering, and the old lunatic Nietzsche asked, "Mayor, you said there was such a warrior in this town. Who is he? ”

Somewhere in Dusty's faceless finger crowd: “We all witnessed the miracle with our own eyes, knowing how the Guardian God blessed him, which is Amon. ”

As soon as Amon heard the mayor read out such an order, he immediately understood what was going on, which was that the old lunatic and Grey had negotiated with Dusty last night to find an excuse to get him out of Duke or expel him. But no one else understood, and immediately someone shouted, "What, Amon? Lord Mayor is sending a child to destroy the Wizard? ”

This is ridiculous. This is ridiculous! Without talking about hunting down a magician, even sending a child into the vicious jungle is nonsense. If it hadn't been for the Mayor of Dasti, people would have scolded him for his blood.

Mayor Dasti asked coldly, “Oh, so you're sent? ”

This phrase dispelled most attempts at questioning, but a man came out trembling and knelt down to the mayor: "My lord, please send me...”

This man is Amon's father, and today he rarely drinks too much. Mayor Dusty looked at him and said with no expression, "Are you a warrior? Have you ever had the special attention of a guardian goddess? I'm sorry, I've made up my mind. Send Amon! ”

Amon's father's lips clasped and wanted to say something more. Amon and the old lunatic had lifted him up, whispering a few words in his ears. He was obviously shocked to hear it, but eventually nodded.

It was so decided that Amon, as a warrior sent by the town of Duke, went deep into the jungle to hunt down the evil archmage Bell and execute the decree of the kingdom. The mayor of the town gave Amon only one hour to go home, pack up and leave immediately, and did not allow anyone to leave town.

As a supervisor, Dusty personally accompanied Amon home after letting the people disperse. In Amon's impression, the mayor walked into his own yard for the first time. Amon is a “warrior” who was “chosen” by Duke Town and deserves honor. The Mayor's office gave him a purse of money and a knife in the name of the whole town.

Warriors also need to pay to go out and have weapons. This knife given to Ammon by the mayor is naturally a very good fine iron knife that is sharp and tough and resistant to wear and tear and does not break easily. It's just a little smaller, less than a foot long. Instead of hunting down the Great Magician, it's better to skin the prey and cut the meat.

Amon didn't have much, he only brought the branch and two leather bags, a small leather bag to hold valuables in his arms, and a large leather bag to carry a lot of things on his shoulders. He left the twenty stones in his hand to his father, who insisted that he take half of them, and would certainly need money outside.

Mayor Dasti stood aside: "The money Amon needed to get out of the house should have come out of the town, and I have already delivered the purse. ”

Amon's father opened his wallet and found five sacred stones, five gold coins, ten silver coins and dozens of bronze coins inside. Amon took a glance and took out the five stones: "Father, leave these for you, I'll bring the rest. ”

Father shook his head straight: “You still bring all the Divine Stones, bring some more Divine Stones, so it's convenient. ”

Dusty couldn't help but say, “Old drunk, you don't know much about the outside world. In a country pub in many places, you only need a bronze coin for a drink. If you pay for a magic stone, you can buy it even at the pub. Coin must be brought so it's convenient and not easy to get into trouble! ”

A magic stone is equivalent to twenty baht of gold, and each gold coin that passes through the mainland weighs one share, and each silver coin and copper coin weighs half baht, each gold coin is worth twenty silver coins and each silver coin is worth a hundred copper coins. Conversely, if somewhere a glass of wine sells a copper coin, and Amon drinks a glass of wine and pays for a magic stone, the tavern has to find him 39,999 copper coins!

Amon's father's mouth was wide open. He needed a silver coin to buy a bottle of wine in Duke Town. He could only pour five cups of his own small cup. He stunned for half a day and said: "Son, you really should go outside the world! ”

Mayor Dasti left, Amon shared the money with his father, and eventually Amon only took the wallet the mayor had given him, leaving all twenty of the stones at his disposal to his father. And when my father listened to Dasti, he took another 30 silver coins, and he had to carry them with him. This is the money Fayor gave me last time.

Both the old lunatic and Amon told the alcoholic that the mayor was just looking for an excuse to get Amon out of town, because Xiao Gu wanted to get revenge on Amon and let the child go out to hide, everything was arranged, nothing to worry about, wait a while to come back. After only two fathers and sons were left in the house, they didn't know what they were saying goodbye, and when Amon left, there was another bottle of wine in his backpack, which was his best wine.

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The townsfolk of Duke sent Amon to the eastern entrance like a warrior, watching him walk into a winding trail among the mountains. This trail is usually left behind by hunting and gathering wild vegetables and vegetables on the edge of the mountains close to the town, and then going deep into the mountains and hills, the vegetation covers the heavens and the earth. The underwater river crosses through the deep mountains, about 200 miles from the town of Duke.

There are cave wildlings in the deep mountains, and cave wildlings are also known as dwarves in the Kingdom of Baron, but Amon listened to the old madman say that cave wildlings are not really different from the inhabitants of Duke town, nothing more than living in a harsh environment and in an uncivilized state, so most people seem shorter.

Amon knows that the old lunatics are right. In fact, there are cave wildlings in Duke Town. They come out of the mountains to exchange things with the townspeople. They are often able to collect the best iron ore and the finest fine iron ore. They also know that these things are the favorites of the townspeople. Cave wildlings who come to town in exchange should be the smartest, they speak the language of the continent, but not many words.

The mines in the north of Duke Town even hire strong cave wildlings to help mine the ore, who are good miners and have learned a lot over time, almost no different from the townspeople in Duke Town, not like "wildlings” at all. But the vast majority of caveman tribes in the deep mountains are still in a rather barbaric and obscure state, often attacking other tribes and past people, sometimes very dangerous.

The townspeople go hunting in the eastern mountains, rarely go deep into the mountains, and no one has ever reached the banks of the river except the old lunatics in 100 years. Amon didn't know where he was going, and what the old lunatic told him last night was just an excuse to get him out of Duke Town to get out of trouble, but following this path would only get him into the deep mountains.

Ammon walked quite simply, wandering as if waiting for someone to show up. The old madman said he had to wait until he left, and he had not seen the old madman or the Mayor of Dasti in the crowd.

The trail winds along steep mountains and gradually deepens, with tall trees in the distance, shaded even in dull weather. Sunlight spilled on the road as sparse spots, with lush bushes, many with thorns, and wildflowers of unknown colours. It's quiet, but it's always like there's a dangerous aura lurking around, and the occasional bird sounds from afar are so pleasant. A person walks alone in the deep mountains, most likely with this feeling.

After a long walk, Amon has long lost sight of the town of Turk, with lush pristine jungles on all sides and increasingly rugged and illegible roads beneath his feet. Turning around a hill to a small high slope, he saw two people standing under a big tree, and Mayor Dusty was waiting for him with the old lunatic.

"Lord Mayor, Mr. Nietzsche, are you waiting for me? Anything else you want to tell me?” The old lunatic told Amon yesterday not to call him a teacher, so today in front of Dusty, Amon calls him Mr. Nietzsche.

The old madman stared at Dusty without speaking, and squatted beside him to Lazy Schrödinger. Dusty coughed like he was hard on his scalp and took out a thing: "Amon, you are a warrior in this town and deserve a reward. I gave this to you personally and it was inconvenient to take it out in front of others. ”

The old madman added, not cold or hot, "This is a personal gift from Rod Dick to Mayor Dusty as a thank you for the tears of the gods in Duke Town. Mayor Dusty handed it over to you, and I think it makes sense. He received a lot of things, and you only got 30 silver coins, almost chopped off one finger. ”

Anyway, no one else was present. The old madman spoke blush. For the first time, Amon saw the mayor of the town blushed. The Mayor handed over two certificates in a sophisticated waterproof hard cowhide case, personally issued by Lord Dick, Lord Governor and Lord Priest of Cape Ecumenical City.

The documentation is written in high-end Ecuadorian grass paper, flattened with a grass stem cut grown on the banks of the Ronnie River and pressed through multiple processes, making it the most convenient writing material and one of the most important commodities exported by the Ecuadorian Empire to other parts of the continent. This premium grass paper, which Amon sees, is usually used only to write official imperial documents.

Ammon is literate and can recognize one of them as an Egyptian citizen, but the field where the name is written is empty and the signature of Rod Dick at the very end and the seal of the Strait City State are accurate. Whoever gets it, writes his name is equal to acquiring citizenship of the Ecuadorian Empire. Rod Dick gave this to Dusty. It's not precious.

Dusty himself has acquired the citizenship of the Ecumenical Empire, but this instrument is a great gift. Rhode Dick left a piece like this, which can be said to be very thoughtful, and it's none of his business how Dusty handles it.

Another instrument is the border pass of the Ecumenical Empire, which is most useful to businessmen, who need a permit issued by the border city to and from each country, otherwise they may not be able to cross the border and, if they are unlucky, may even be caught as fornicators. Obviously, it's left to Dusty himself to do some personal business with. Dusty gave it to Amon at this moment, either at the behest or under duress of the old madman.

“Son, Wang Du's messenger will be in Duke in three days and will take your decision to punish you publicly. I found an excuse for you to leave. With these two things, your identity will be fine. It's a tough road ahead. Take care of yourself.... don't thank me. In fact, I should thank you. It's not like you mined the tears of the gods. It's impossible for me to receive so many gifts. Even Xiao Gu followed with a fortune.... Anything else, talk to Mr. Nietzsche. I'm going back to town to see if anyone is following me. ”

Dusty left, leaving only the old lunatic and Amon alone. The old lunatic looked at his back and said: "Dusty is a good man, you should thank him! Though he should have given you these because you got a lot of them. There are many things a person can or cannot do, some of which should be done, but at some cost to himself, so long as he does it for you, you should be grateful. Kid, you have to remember that. ”

Amon nodded, “I remember. What else do you have to say? ”

"Take this cat with you, too," said the old madman, pointing at Schrödinger at his feet. ”

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