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A blue bird with a letter on its leg flew to the window of the Haita family's house and was seen by Shi Yichen, who was having a pleasant conversation with Philon.

This bird is the continental magic association's dedicated communication tool, responsible for transmitting information to all registered magicians.

"Lord Shi Yichen, what is this?"

Philon looked at the bluebird, puzzled.

Have you heard of the Continental Magic Association?

Shi Yichen took the letter from the bluebird's feet, and then the bluebird flew away from Haita's house.

"I've heard Mr. Haita mention that the headquarters of the Continental Magic Association is located in the Holy Capital, and it is overseen by several first-level mages."

Since Haita was once the Archbishop of the Holy Capital, he must have had dealings with people from the Magic Association and knew some things, so Philon was also quite familiar with him.

"Yes, this is the letter the Magic Association sent me. Demons have appeared in a certain place, and I need to investigate."

Shi Yichen looked at the letter and saw that the blood-stained war god Livale had suddenly appeared in the Kure region of the Central Kingdoms. Celia wanted Shi Yichen to go and see what his purpose was in appearing there, and told him to just drive him away without killing him.

"So, Lord Shi Yichen is going out for a while?"

Philon looked at Shi Yichen with a reluctant expression.

"Don't worry! I'll be back soon. You must listen carefully to Frilian's teachings."

Shi Yichen got up and rubbed Philon's little head.

"But doesn't Lady Frilian not accept apprentices?"

Philon also overheard the conversation between Haita and Frilian. Haita asked Frilian to take Philon in, but Frilian refused.

"Yes, you'll find out tomorrow. Oh! By the way, please tell Frillie I have to go out for a bit."

As he spoke, Shi Yichen walked out the door, found a secluded spot, and flew towards the location shown on the map.

…………

in the forest.

A short figure was wielding a wooden sword and hacking at the wooden stake in front of him.

Not far from the Warrior's Village, several monster bodies were slowly dissipating, and a few people wearing tattered white robes were kneeling before a man dressed in black.

"You're so pathetic in dealing with monsters. You should learn from Hugh Tortz."

The man in black looked at the people kneeling in front of him with a serious expression.

"He was not only uninjured, but he didn't even get a drop of blood or mud on him."

When the man in black looked to the other side, he saw Schultz, whose clothes were intact and as white as snow. His clothes were not torn from the battle, and his eyes were full of pride. This was the true symbol of a warrior.

"Think it over carefully when you get back! Now, call back!"

The man in black turned and left, and the man named Hugh Tortz followed him.

Village of Warriors.

"The spotless white cloak is proof of the village's strongest warrior. Hugh Tortz, you are our pride."

The man in black said to Hugh Tortz that as his eldest son, Hugh Tortz was very proud of him.

“That’s only natural, Dad!”

The two walked and talked, but their eyes were soon drawn to a short figure.

"In comparison, Shutark is a complete failure. He practices martial arts every day, but he has never had a proper fight with a monster."

"It's raining, let's go home!"

The man in black only glanced at the short figure before leaving, because a failed attempt was not worth his attention.

"I'll go and give my silly younger brother some pointers."

Hectorz looked at his younger brother and walked over.

"Don't push him too far. I'm going back now. Teaching him is a waste of time."

The man in black walked away without looking back.

"Shutark".

Hectors walked over to Hector.

"Oh!"

Shuttalk raised his wooden sword and slashed at the wooden stake. Because of the large movement, he accidentally splashed mud from the ground onto Shuttalz's white cloak.

Hectors stared in disbelief at the mud on his white cloak, a cloak that had remained untouched even during battles against monsters, now stained by his own brother.

"Brother... I'm sorry...."

Shutark noticed his brother's arrival, but seeing the white cloak that he had accidentally dirtied, he quickly apologized.

"You're very focused, you'll definitely get stronger, but your posture isn't quite right."

Hectors smiled and shook his head, not angry that Shutark had dirtied his cloak. Instead, he half-squatted down to be at the same level as Shutark and guided him on the correct fighting stance.

His cloak was covered in mud because he was squatting, but he didn't care and focused on instructing his younger brother.

He firmly believed that his younger brother would become a powerful warrior in the future, but he needed to be properly guided now.

night.

Village of Warriors.

A house without lights on, but wisps of smoke were rising from the chimney.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Shutark went to the kitchen and saw his brother doing something in front of the stove.

"Hamburger steak, is today your birthday? Don't tell Dad and the others."

Hectors smiled as he looked at his younger brother; how could he forget his brother's birthday?

When Hugh Tortz said this, he didn't notice his father standing outside. After standing there for a while, he left.

the other side.

"The aura of the demon race can only be found in one person, Livale."

Shi Yichen sensed that the lingering aura in the air was indeed that of Livale, but why was he here? He had crossed the northern kingdoms and appeared in the central kingdoms, which was truly puzzling.

"Why didn't Celie come herself? Why did she have to call me? You could have called the teacher! The teacher could easily beat up Rivale~_~."

While criticizing Celia, Shi Yichen followed Rivale's aura. Rivale must have come with a purpose; it couldn't have been just a vacation!

Now, Flame is more powerful than ever before. Without the constraints of time, Flame is constantly cultivating.

Flame's talent can be described as legendary, even surpassing Celia's. The title of the founding father of human magic is not just a casual remark.

…………

One night.

Village of Warriors.

The village of warriors was no longer as glorious as it once was; fires raged everywhere, and houses were destroyed all around.

A group of people surrounded a tall demon, and on the ground lay the mangled corpses of more than a dozen human warriors, bleeding profusely. They were all warriors who had fought valiantly against the demon.

But they couldn't even last a single exchange against the powerful demons.

"Run, Shutark!"

Hectorz looked at Shutark behind him, who was holding a wooden sword. The village had been attacked by demons. As the strongest warrior in the village, he could not retreat. He had to fight to the end.