Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 213 Disposing of the Family Heirloom

However, things are not that simple. The training of any regular cavalryman begins from childhood, gradually introducing them to relevant knowledge and training, and also cultivating a close bond with the horse or foal.

All skills are not acquired overnight; they require adaptation, familiarity, and refinement.

When I shared these concerns with Gallas, I only got a glare in return.

“That’s true, but much of the basic training for cavalry is actually about how to care for the horses and the bond and coordination between rider and horse. Do you think your big guy needs to learn that?”

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuan paused for a moment, then asked in return, "Does that mean Münster only needs the unique cavalry tactics and techniques of mounted combat?"

"It's pretty much the same, I'm just offering a suggestion." The old man said and left on his own, then suddenly turned back.

"Hey, where's that possessed moon elf? Did you hide her away, kid?" The old man said, giving the mage a look that suggested he was a scoundrel.

Zhang Yuan, whose innocence had been unjustly slandered, was naturally not happy. He hadn't even gotten to eat the chicken, but chicken feathers had already flown over.

“The elf is in the carriage. She’s been unconscious ever since that parasitic demon was expelled.” He simply pulled the old man over and showed him the motionless figure lying in the carriage.

After examining the situation carefully for a while, Galas said to the mage waiting beside him, "Being possessed by that guy Grando will inevitably cause soul trauma, which will take time to heal. However, the residual abyssal aura that would have existed has been purified. Did you do that?"

"It was made by my summoned creature," he answered vaguely. Zhang Yuan then asked, "So what are we going to do with her now? Will you send her back to the Moon Elf tribe in the forest?"

Galas shook his head and rejected the suggestion: "This month, the elf seems to be a ranger captain in her tribe. In this operation, she should have been at the forefront, but at the most crucial moment, she turned around and ran away. She won't get away with it."

"This must be the effect of the suggestion and fear spells cast by that Tanari, right?" Zhang Yuan speculated on the possibility at the time.

"So what if it is? So what if it isn't?" Garas retorted. "The mistake has been made, and it's all in front of everyone. There's no way to deny it. Do you think those old fogies of the Elven race would understand the plight of a deserter?"

"She's going to die?"

"At least he'll be guilty for life, what? You can't bear to part with him, you've got lust after him?" The old man looked at you with an air of "I saw right through you," his sidelong glances full of amusement.

Cursing under his breath at the old scoundrel, Master Zhang tried his best to appear as a gentleman: "I'm just showing tenderness to a beautiful woman; it's gentlemanly conduct. You can't confuse me with those vulgar people."

"Cough~ Ptooey!" The old man didn't say anything, but spat out a mouthful of saliva.

Zhang Yuan's eyes twitched, his face darkened, and he stared intently at the other person without saying a word.

"It's nothing, I just have a tickle in my throat, nothing else. Don't misunderstand, I'm just looking down on you." Galas was breathing heavily as he spoke, almost choking Zhang Yuan.

Before Zhang could refute, the old man pointed at him and laughed, "You think you can hide your little bit of skill from me? Do you think my legendary perception is just for show? I can observe your heartbeat and blood flow clearly."

Having said that, he stopped joking and went straight to the point: "If you admit that you've been lustful and have feelings for her, I'll give you face and let this female elf stay in your party as atonement. That should be enough to explain things away." "If you don't admit it, fine, I won't care. In the end, she'll just have to go back to the tribe and confess." As he spoke, Garas stared at the mage's face.

A real man, a true hero, should be courageous and responsible. Zhang Yuan gave his answer without much hesitation:
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Flowers may bloom again, but youth never returns." The impassioned Master Zhang suddenly changed his expression: "Hehe, thanks, old man, I really don't mind picking up a family heirloom for free."

???

Just moments ago, Gallas was slightly moved by that poem, but when he heard the word "family heirloom," he didn't quite understand what it meant until he pondered it for a moment!
The old man, realizing what was happening, turned pale and raised his thin arm, pointing at Zhang Yuanzhi with trembling fingers, like a chicken claw that had gone mad.

"You beast! You genius! How could you come up with such a shameless argument? Aren't you afraid of being beaten to death by those immortal beings?" Galaston pounded his chest, heartbroken.

"How could such an upright person like Tyrantil have taken on such a shameless disciple as you? It's a disgrace to the family, a disgrace to the family!"

"Hehe!" The mage didn't take it seriously. Instead, he shamelessly stepped forward and put his arm around the old man's shoulder: "Isn't it because the teacher isn't here? Don't you see how well we two match?"

"Who the hell is a good match for you?" Garas rolled his eyes at the little brat, then gave him a thumbs up: "Kid, you seem to have some potential. Have you considered cultivating the Way of Nature as well?"

Zhang Yuan was taken aback upon hearing this. After pondering for a moment, he shook his head and refused: "The paths of arcane arts and martial arts already require a lifetime to explore. To also study the path of druid would be too greedy and try to do too much."

Garas pulled out his pipe, lit it, and nodded, "That's true. Your aptitude for arcane magic is indeed much stronger than your affinity for nature. I was just being nosy."

"Does that mean I have a talent for the Way of Nature? In what way?" Zhang Yuan became a little curious.

"Hoo~" The old man took a deep drag on his pipe, swallowed the smoke, savored it for a moment, and then exhaled, the billowing smoke revealing Zhang Yuan's expectant face through the white smoke.

"Mating~"

Having been thoroughly disappointed, Zhang Yuan eventually followed the old man's instructions, hoisted the Moon Elf onto his shoulder, and rejoined his teammates.

The survivors then brought the three carriages back together, and the caravan was about to set off for the nearby inn.

The road was peaceful, and the hotel was just a short walk away, so there was no need to worry about the safety of the convoy.

It's impossible for the great demons of the abyss to suddenly turn into goblins scattered all over the wilderness, right?
After bidding farewell to the departing caravan, the Canaanites gathered around the cloud giant and Garas, awaiting their instructions.

"Gentlemen, I'll take my leave now. I'll leave the teleportation to Lord Wrath of the Sky!" So-Kouhu greeted Galas before turning to the Canaanites and waving goodbye. "I'll be waiting for you all at the Cloud Tower. Farewell."

Like a storm whipping up clouds and mist, a white whirlwind enveloped the giant's entire body. When the wind and clouds dispersed, the leader of the cloud giants was nowhere to be seen.
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