The story of the son of the mercenary in the north enrolling in the magic school in the south

Almark's admission to the Nork School of Magic was delayed by two years.

The fires of war were extinguished in the Middle Plains, in the South, more than a hundred years earlier. In contrast, the northern wars showed no sign of stopping.

Various countries disappeared when they were concerned, many people's lives were lost for no reason, and the people of the North nevertheless spent forty-five years in the war without being able to produce a decisive strong nation.

The blood-smelling mercenaries from all over the continent began to gather naturally, to the north.

Almark's father, Reyes, was also in the north as deputy leader of the powerful Black Wolf Cavalry Regiment.

It was not until he was five that Almark first met the College Director's Yologue.

At that time, the Black Wolf Cavalry Regiment, driven by skirmishes between the Kingdom of Filan and the Kingdom of Gil Ba, was marching with its mother corps through the buffer zones of both countries.

There can be no safe march to the north. Having confirmed the dust forward that day, Reyes himself took a dozen horsemen out for reconnaissance.

"Stay away from my mother squad."

Rays instructed his men to take the lead himself.

The other guy knew right away. They were the bandits who used this neighborhood as a roof castle. Is that number something like thirty horsemen?

The burglar was apparently just following an old man on a journey.

They're coming down, Rays shrugged.

It also contains information that the Gil Ba Regular Army is deploying ahead of us.

Let's just kick the burglar and stretch his legs a little further. He looked back at his men behind him with such determination.

"Let's go."

At that time he had no idea what to do with the old man on the journey he was being pursued.

It was only the robbers chasing the old men he was keeping in view, not the old men being chased by the robbers.

The cavalry below Raise launched an ambush from the side of the bandits.

For the first time in a shameless battle against the name of its black wolf, more than three times the number of bandits collapsed brittle.

The fight ended where the Rays cut the seventh.

"Did the rest escape?"

Rays shrugged as he looked around. The bandits left behind a dead body and lost.

So for the first time he turned his consciousness to the old man.

The old man took a rough breath and thanked him uninterruptedly for what was so dangerous.

"That was a disaster, Grandpa"

Reyes said.

"This neighborhood will soon be a battlefield. It's not safe to travel alone."

Then he looks back at his men fishing for the corpse of a burglar, and yells, "Let it go down already."

Counting the number of men who came together, Wenner got fucked, he muttered.

"Stretch your legs a little further. Gil Ba's Regular Army worshipped him."

And where they all rode, looking back at the old man, as I recall,

"If we wait here for a while, our mother squad will come. If you punished me for traveling alone, give me the name Raise and have me put in the carriage. What, I'm worried about you. Mercenaries on the move, some women, some kids. You can come with me to the border."

I said in one breath.

"All right, let's go"

The Black Wolves of the Ten Horse began to run in the hanging of the Rays.