Capítulo 30: Reforged Chapter 30: Picking Up a Marshal
No one knew what Duke had obtained from the old mage Norton, but soon, half of the academy's mages knew that Norton had acquired a "High Elf Mage Apprentice's Notebook" from the royal family of Quel'thalas, and it had even been used by Kael'thas Sunstrider.
This led everyone to speculate more about Duke's background.
Duke didn't care about all that; he stayed in the magic academy's guesthouse for a night. Mysteriously, that very night, he received a letter from Alleria.
It was a letter with the characteristics of a Windrunner because it was delivered by a skylark. A small piece of paper was tied to the little bird's long legs, and in the elegant Common language, it read:
"Congratulations! Duke Marcus, esteemed mage."
Duke scratched his head, puzzled as to how this skylark could take on the role of a carrier pigeon and wake him up in the middle of the night by pecking at his window.
"Has this skylark become conscious?" Duke muttered to himself.
He didn't know when or where Alleria had received his message, but this peculiar high elf ranger knew and even sent a kind-hearted blessing.
Looking at the beautiful writing, Duke felt an inexplicable warmth in his heart.
"It seems I've really latched onto Alleria's golden thigh!" Although he said this, Duke was more than happy to establish a good relationship with Alleria. With the help of the system, he quickly wrote a reply.
"Thank you for your congratulations. I believe we will have the opportunity to meet again within a few years." After writing, Duke checked the note three times to ensure it was accurate, then stuffed it into the small tube on the skylark's leg: "Go, return to your master."
After finishing this task, Duke slept soundly. He had no idea that just a few hours later, Alleria received his reply and encountered a small surprise.
In a vast, boundless forest, the first rays of morning light shone through the dense leaves onto the ground. Alleria, who had just woken up from a tree, looked at the skylark with a puzzled expression.
"Chirp chirp chirp..." The skylark reported to the Windrunner in a melodious voice.
"What? He said you've become conscious? Well... this kid does have an eye for talent."
"Chirp chirp chirp—"
"What? That cheeky brat wants to cling to my thigh?!" Alleria looked incredulous, her eyes widening. Who knew that at that moment, the skylark would flap its wings and pat its own 'beautiful leg'!
Alleria couldn't help but look at her own perfectly sculpted, slender legs. In the next instant, her pretty face flushed inexplicably, as she recalled the numerous times Duke's gaze had lingered on her bosom.
Gritting her teeth resentfully, she thought, "That little rogue never hides his intentions! I'll teach him a lesson in respecting his elders when I get the chance!"
Strangely, at the same time, Duke sneezed.
"Achoo— What the hell? Do I have a cold?" Duke had no idea that because of his muttering, he had been majorly deceived by the skylark girl.
After freshening up, Duke put on a blue and white mage robe with gold trim, a small gift from the old mage Norton. According to Norton, wearing that coarse linen shirt with a mage's badge out in the streets of Stormwind City would disgrace all mages.
Once properly dressed, Duke looked at himself in the large mirror in the room and suddenly felt that clothes indeed make the man. Already quite scholarly, Duke felt encumbered by the mage robe, but it gave him an air of refinement.
With a plan in mind and ready to execute it, Duke opened the door only to be surprised by what he saw.
In the reception room outside his door, he saw three Stormwind soldiers standing as straight as spears.
Two of them were fully armed guards, and the middle one was a dashing middle-aged knight in ceremonial attire, with a white base and blue patterns, and sword-like gold epaulets on the shoulders. His brown hair was neatly combed, not even an ant could crawl on it.
The knight saluted by gently tapping his right fist to his left chest, "Greetings, respected Duke Marcus, Archmage of Earth. I am Garcia Rodi, Captain of the Third Battalion of Stormwind City's defense army. I bring greetings from Stormwind's Supreme Commander Anduin Lothar."
Lothar is looking for me?
Duke politely replied, "Hello, I am Duke. What can I do for Supreme Commander Lothar?"
"Well, His Majesty King Llane and Commander Lothar have heard of your becoming the second youngest official mage in the history of Stormwind Kingdom and are willing to join the Kingdom's mage corps. Both His Majesty and the Commander are delighted. So I bring their greetings to you."
Duke nodded, "Thank you for their concern, please convey my gratitude to them."
Garcia smiled and raised his hand, and a group of attendants entered the reception room in a single file.
"This is the appointment letter for an official mage of the mage corps, signed by His Majesty himself. There is an annual welcoming ceremony for new members of the mage corps, presided over by His Majesty each autumn."
"This is a consolation prize from His Majesty - 100 Arathi gold coins."
"Since Archmage Marcus hails from a settler settlement outside Elwynn Forest, His Majesty has awarded you a house. And he has also provided you with two servants. If you are not satisfied with the servants, you can let me know. I have been authorized to meet your needs to the greatest extent."
Indeed, King Llane is a wise ruler who clearly understands the value of talent. For a genius young mage of commoner origin, he has given him enough attention.
Seeing the undisguised envy in Garcia's eyes, Duke immediately knew that even for a newly appointed official mage, this was above-standard reward.
To Duke, who was in dire need of money, this was like a timely rain.
It had an effect equivalent to the first bucket of gold for pushing Duke's upcoming plan.
"Thank you once again for His Majesty's generous gifts." Duke looked through the list handed to him by Garcia and found a stack of names, "This is…"
Garcia hurriedly explained, "Official mages are important talents of the kingdom. Every mage should receive adequate protection when they venture out. So these are the follower candidates carefully selected by Commander Lothar for you. Each of them is absolutely loyal to the kingdom, and their combat skills are quite impressive. According to your rank, Archmage Marcus, you can choose up to two knight aspirants as your exclusive followers."
Duke couldn't help but laugh.
As a PvP maniac in the game, he never thought that a fierce mage like himself would ever need personal guards.
But since he had crossed over, he decided to adapt to the customs of this new world.
As he browsed through the list, one name made his heart skip a beat.
"Reginald Windsor!"
To be continued
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