88 The Power of the Royal Family Part 1 (1/2)

”Saleen,” Faerun suddenly popped out from behind and called out to him, frightening Saleen.

”Sir,” Saleen answered respectfully. Faerun was now a sorcerer, and Saleen realized that Faerun’s appearance had changed. It seemed like Faerun had become younger.

”Why did you leave the tent? The viscountess was talking about something very important.”

Saleen laughed embarrassingly and pointed to his head. He said, ”It’s all in here.” From the day that Saleen left Ceylon City, he had been assimilating information that he had previously read and was not a rookie to the ways of survival. What the viscountess was talking about was all from the books. Furthermore, he had experienced what it was like living outside, so he had more experience than those mages in the tent.

”Alright. Regarding the Figaro formula, you can come to me if you have any questions. But don’t go around spreading the knowledge to others.”

Saleen did not understand what Faerun had said. Viscountess Lex was clearly trying to spread the knowledge of magic far and wide, and she was never stingy when it came to grooming new mages. But what Faerun had just said showed that he did not share the viscountess’ views.

When Faerun saw Saleen’s doubtful look, he said, ”Not everyone has the right to control magic. If magic falls into the wrong hands, it becomes a destructive power. You will become a mage master and then a sorcerer in the future. You must remember this point.”

”I heard that when I was not around, Hu An had you practice magic coordination?”

Saleen was stunned when Faerun mentioned this all of a sudden. He answered, ”Yes, and it went quite well.”

Faerun looked carefully at Saleen and said, ”I know you have not done anything wrong, but you have Sika and Nailisi with you. You should spend more time with them. To a mage, a warrior is reliable. Have you seen those warriors?”

Faerun pointed at the sentry standing guard from afar. The dark green armor that the Bitter Water Army wore gave off a dark glow under the moonlight. The armor engulfed the warrior’s body like a layer of fog. The warrior gripped their weapon, standing as still as a rock.

”To a warrior, a mage is their key to victory. As long the mages are alive, then there is a chance of victory. A mage is akin to the heart, while the warriors are akin to the hands. They rely on one another.”

When Saleen heard what Faerun said, he realized that in recent times he hadn’t spent much time with Sika and Nailisi. He had either been too engrossed in magic, or he had been busy having discussions and training with the other mages.

There was a whistle from afar. It had come from a golden whistle. It was a sign that there were magic beasts, and the whistle was used to scare them away. As the tents were set up near the Bitter Water Prefecture, there would not be any powerful magic beasts and the soldiers could relax. Saleen calmed himself down, and began perceiving the atmosphere of the army camp. By the time his mind had calmed down, he could sense a kind of power emanating from the camp.

That power was neither magic nor the sword aura. It had nothing to do with supernatural power either. This was an air of annihilation. The hundreds of tents and thousands of soldiers had produced a sight to behold. Saleen had never seen soldiers like this before. The soldiers from the Bitter Water Prefecture were like swords that had been drawn out of their sheaths.

Even though a majority of the soldiers were sleeping soundly, people still would have felt afraid of approaching them. Saleen was in the center of the large tent, and he felt as though he were being protected by a thick layer of gold metal. If anybody wanted to harm him, they would need to break down the gold first. That invisible gold was the determination of those soldiers.

Dead, alive, enemy, myself!

Saleen was not able to get that type of feeling from other mages. However, being around all of these warriors made him feel abnormally serene. This kind of peacefulness could not be brought about by magic.

Saleen’s perception was not strong enough to search the entire tent. He could only search a few hundred meters to his left and right. However, he could feel that there was a strong and mighty fortress within the tent, made up of the cores of a hundred combat mages.

These one thousand elite soldiers were like a great wall that could not be destroyed, forming a tight system.

What sort of power was that? Saleen tried communicating with this power, and fell into a state of chaos. His magic chords quieted down, and the power of the elements surrounding him stopped surging. It was as if there was a mage master controlling everything.

Saleen seemed to have touched on something. Sika and Nailisi had not cultivated their sword auras, so Saleen had never practiced combat together with them. However, all the soldiers within the tent also did not have a sword aura even though the majority of them were high-level swordsmen. Even so, Saleen could clearly feel this invisible power.

That meant that even if a warrior did not become a swordmaster, the help they could give to a mage would not really change.

All this power is shared! Saleen thought of this unassuming phrase. He had been thinking along the wrong lines the entire time!

Faerun saw Saleen deeply engrossed in a state of enlightenment, so he did not disturb him and simply returned to his own quarters. Once Viscountess Lex finished her briefing, Sika and Nailisi went out to look for Saleen. All they saw was Saleen standing quietly outside the tent with a look of confusion, as if he was dying.