Chương 20: Chapter 20 Golden Wheat Commerce
Biên tập viên: EndlessFantasy Translation
Lide returned to the ancient castle when it was already evening.
He stretched his body and called the Bloodline guards who were always stationed in the corridor inside.
"Tell Dylan to come over, we are going to the Magic Language Bat cave."
"Yes, Clan Leader."
Two day hours later, the Magic Language Bat cave.
The Magic Language Bat Clan resided in a cave on the left side of the mountain peak of the ancient castle, not far from the Blood Clan Holy Land where the Holy Spirit was kept.
The cave had steps connected to the ground, and the entrance was a huge landing platform, densely covered with scratches of various sizes on the oil-green bluestone slabs.
Hundreds of Magic Language Bats resided inside the cave.
Although he had psychologically prepared himself, Lide was still startled when he saw the Magic Language Bats.
A giant bat the size of a rock, it was simply enormous.
When unfolded, its wings spanned ten meters, with ferocious barbs glinting coldly at their tips, sharp enough to pierce a knight's armor.
Its two gigantic claws bulged with muscle, as strong as the arms of a giant.
Its head bore sharp teeth capable of crushing a warrior's armor, along with its signature long ears, everything exuding an aura of the magic world.
Name: Magic Language Bat
Level: 6
Talent Skills:
[Frenzy: After being injured, it goes into a frenzy, greatly increasing its strength and ignoring pain.]
[Blood Rebirth: Rapidly heals injuries by consuming blood.]
[Super strong physique: Magic Language Bats raised in a special way possess an extremely strong physique.]
[Sound wave: Magic Language Bats can emit unique sound waves to determine position, and can also transform into Spirit Magic - Constantly Three Circle Magic: Spirit Shock.]
Explanation: A giant bat raised by the Bloodline using special methods, possessing great strength and very fast flying speed, capable of releasing spirit attacks, is unique to the Bloodline.
Strong.
After reading the attribute panel of the Magic Language Bat, Lide had only this impression. The four talent skills endowed the Magic Language Bat with power far surpassing ordinary demon beasts.
Especially the last sound wave talent, which was constant as Three Circle Magic, made him quite delighted.
Spellcasters were extremely rare; he had not expected that not only were the Bloodline natural spellcasters, but even their trained mounts possessed casting talents.
Currently, the Bloodline was raising more than 400 such Magic Language Bats.
Lide now realized he had somewhat underestimated the depths accumulated by the Bloodline over two hundred years.
But his mood improved nonetheless.
Only power could provide the ability to protect oneself.
"Clan Leader, everything is ready."
Dylan gestured at the four Magic Language Bats in front of him, instructing his subordinates to secure the heavy oak box to the back of one of the bats.
For convenience, each Magic Language Bat's back was equipped with specially designed tools, similar to a knight's saddle.
So securing it was not difficult.
Lide nodded and said no more. It was already around three o'clock in the morning, and returning to Green City at this time would be just in time for dawn.
The night was far more suitable for Bloodline activities than the day.
"Prepare the Magic Language Bat, I will send word when I have purchased enough grain, additionally, if the cleaning speed in the southern district is too slow, make sure to remind Audis."
"The future of the Bloodline starts to change from now, Dylan, you are a witness to history, do not disappoint me."
Lide's advice moved Dylan greatly, this was a sign of trust from the Clan Leader.
Dylan placed a hand on his chest, performed a noble's salute.
His tone was solemn and serious.
"Ancestor Crown, I will fight for you until the last moment."
"Dylan, you know that I have always trusted you. Well then, I'll head back first."
Lide waved his hand to stop the excited Dylan from expressing his loyalty once again.
Walking to the side of the quiet and obedient Magic Language Bat, he stepped on a specially made short ladder and sat steadily on the bat's back...a saddle stitched from cotton and cloth.
It was very soft to sit on, completely unlike the imagined bony frame.
Holding the reins, he gave a slight flick, and the Magic Language Bat, with intelligence no less than a ten-year-old child, lightly kicked with its huge claws, flapping its wings, and a gust of wind rose.
Under the gaze of the Night Goddess, the massive body of the Magic Language Bat soared into the sky.
The three bats behind it also took off normally.
It was the first time Lide had experienced this kind of flight.
It was entirely different from any other form of flight, watching the Bloodline and ancient castle below shrink in size, the mountains receded into the distance, riding a bat felt quite nice.
After years of commuting between Green City and the castle, he was familiar with the route.
Guiding the Magic Language Bat along the mountain ranges, advancing under the clean, cold moonlight in the night.
The speed of the Magic Language Bat was extremely fast, Lide estimated it reached three hundred kilometers per hour.
At first, he could enjoy the thrill of overlooking the earth, but soon the fierce wind made his eyes dry and painful.
In the end, he used a one-circle magic, Magic Shield, to solve this problem.
Three day hours later.
The Magic Language Bat slowly descended into the forest outside Green City.
At this time, the sky was just beginning to brighten.
After dismounting the bat, Lide used Mage's Hand to retrieve the oak box from another bat's back, and waved to let these Magic Language Bats return to the castle.
The bats raised by the Bloodline possessed a positioning ability comparable to pigeons...no matter where they were, they could find the direction of their nest.
Lide watched the few Magic Language Bats disappear from sight, tidied up his slightly wrinkled blue mage robe, and slowly walked out of the forest.
On the main road outside Green City, merchant caravans, who had missed the time to enter the city before nightfall and had to camp overnight by the roadside, witnessed a scene that astonished and terrified them.
A mage dressed in a robe was journeying alone at dawn, with a half-transparent giant hand carrying an oak box behind him.
This strange sight made the guard knights on night watch highly alert.
A mage master was absolutely rarer than nobles, and any mage's departure was always accompanied by a large entourage; the scene of one alone walking out from the forest was truly terrifying to them.
It was too unusual.
Lide glanced calmly at the several caravans camped together, seeing the guards' wary and fearful faces, he had little reaction.
The mage robe on him, the Mage's Hand behind him, all indicated his identity.
In this world, mages represented power and mystery, it would be abnormal if these ordinary merchant guards did not react to seeing him.
The time was still a bit early, the city gate would only open at dawn, when the sun rose.
At least half a day of sunshine time was left.
He needed to find a place to rest.
Lide's gaze swept over a few caravans, a vigilant caravan on the wide grassy area to the right of the road drew his attention.
More than twenty wagons bore evident battle scars, and several were half-destroyed.
Many wounded were sitting around a fire, the thick smell of blood, though masked by herbs, could not escape the Bloodline's sensitive sense of smell.
Unexpectedly, he saw a very familiar banner in the caravan.
Two golden wheat stalks crossed, sewn into a beautiful pattern by nimble-fingered maids with golden thread.
Golden Wheat Commerce.
Lide's eyes narrowed slightly, and he stopped walking.
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