Chapter 115: Earl of Bauhinia

After rejecting the clown from the Ring of Thorns organization, Thane headed west.

Because he has entered the territory of the Lycian League, Thain no longer has to worry about his identity.

There are a lot of gold coins on hand, some were given by the old man with the goatee who bought hurricane porcupine skins, and some were given by the fat lord of Peter City.

After hiring a carriage and a driver, Thain drove on the highway in the Lycian Union.

It has to be said that the situation here in the Lycian Alliance is far worse than that in the Underdark.

Not only is the terrain mostly plain and densely populated, but even the roads are much better than those in the Dark Region.

It seems that the nobles all understand the importance of road construction for the development of their territories. In the Lycian League, many nobles have specially built spacious gravel roads between their territories.

The speed of a carriage on this kind of road is much faster than walking.

And through the introduction of the coachman who had traveled north and south for many years, as long as Thain paid enough wages, he could directly take Thain to the Ferre Territory in the west of the Lycian League.

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After entering the Lycian Alliance, apart from being slightly affected by the intermediate apprentice from the Ring of Thorns organization at the beginning, Thain felt a little uneasy and unnatural at other times.

He thought of his family, the blurry images of his mother in his childhood memories, and the Grant surname.

In fact, when he was in Black Castle, Thane could directly inquire about Grant's surname and which family he belonged to in the Lycian Alliance.

But Thain didn't. An indescribable emotion made Thain flinch.

So he continued to follow the weak guidance of blood traceability magic to search for the source of his bloodline and family within the Lycian Alliance.

In fact, until now, Thain is still not sure what attitude he should take towards his family.

Is it a joyful reunion?

Or do you blame the other person for losing you and not even looking for him for more than ten or twenty years?

Such complicated emotions have made it impossible for Thain to calm down and study magic recently.

So Thain changed his mind. He did not continue to study the advanced magic books left to him in his mentor's space bracelet, but began to work hard on alchemy again.

The many gains gained during the journey to the Underdark and the Dark Mountains have allowed Thain to accumulate a certain amount of medium and low-level magic materials on hand.

Most of these materials are not available in the underground world, so even if they are used as raw materials for making medium and low-level magic props, it is not enough for Thain.

There is a certain level of challenge and failure rate.

Every process of making a magic item is a process for Thain to deepen his understanding of alchemy.

On this point, mentor Moses had warned Thain as early as in his notes.

Otherwise, given Moshe's level of alchemy, why would he sometimes make props and gadgets that he has no use for?

Was it really made specifically for his apprentices?

No! In fact, Moses' many higher alchemical achievements were achieved through countless experiments and failures.

Thain's identity as a magician and the alchemy experiments he conducted beside the carriage from time to time made the rather young coachman stunned.

The coachman had been traveling around for many years. He had only seen the magician from afar before, and he didn't dare to disturb him at all.

Such a close contact and the opportunity to observe an alchemist's experimental process are enough for him to spend the rest of his life after this job is over.

Due to delays in experiments along the way, Thain's progress in the Lycian League was even slower.

There is no need to worry on the coachman's side, the money Thain will pay in the end will be enough.

The main thing is that only he knows what Thain is thinking.

In the past three months, after passing through multiple noble territories, and Thain also took out three low-level magic props made by himself on the way, "trouble" appeared again.

It can't be called trouble, because the other party is not here to cause trouble, but to invite Thain to join their organization.

This time, it was an apprentice organization called Shenghehui.

Originally, the Holy Peace Society paid more attention to Thain. As the war approached, free senior apprentices like Thain became increasingly rare in the Lycian Alliance.

And the Holy Peace Society is not as arrogant as the Ring of Thorns organization. Although the Holy Peace Society also has its own parent organization, they still respect Thain's personal wishes.

Originally, the lobbyist of the Holy Peace Society had prepared a plan that he thought was extremely generous.

However, when he heard that this senior apprentice also had the ability to make magic props, the plan at hand was instantly rejected by him, and he quickly came up with a higher-level membership condition.

Magic apprentices of different levels will naturally enjoy different benefits when joining the magician organization.

Some low-level magic apprentices have no way to join a certain magic organization, but higher-level magic apprentices do not have this problem.

The new plan proposed by the Holy Peace Society is enough to match the membership treatment of ordinary quasi-magicians. This is because of the status of Thane Alchemist.

For my sake.

However, facing the increasingly strong feeling of his own bloodline traceability magic, and with a complicated mentality, Thain had no interest in joining any apprentice organization, so he once again rejected the invitation of the Holy Peace Society.

Rejecting the Holy Peace Society's invitation was not a big deal, at least Thain didn't care much about it.

But as the reputation of Sean Alchemist became more and more famous, more and more apprentice organizations, and even superior organizations with formal magicians, began to pay attention to Sean.

And when the lobbyists of these magic organizations came one after another and a series of things happened with Sean.

Sean's blood tracing magic finally stopped sensing.

Stopping sensing does not mean that it has failed, but that Sean has arrived.

This is a noble territory located in the central part of the Lycian Alliance. The territory is very large, larger than the general earldom.

And through the description of the coachman and what he saw and heard after entering the territory for a period of time, Sean knew that the owner of this territory was a powerful nobleman of the Lycian Alliance with the title of "Bauhinia Earl".

The Bauhinia Earl was famous in the Lycian Alliance. Although he was a central noble, what really made him famous was the Mud Basin War with the Kingdom of West France 20 years ago and the Iron Dragon Castle Attack Battle that broke out on the northern border with the Oak Empire seven years ago.

That was the first classic battle of the Lycian Alliance in nearly 30 years in which they counterattacked into the territory of the Oak Empire.

It was also that war that caused many rumors among the people that the Earl of Bauhinia was likely to aspire to the title of Marquis.

In the Lycian Alliance, except for the nominal leader, the Grand Duke, the Marquis was actually the pinnacle of the noble title.

The stories about the Earl of Bauhinia were all heard by Sean after he entered the Bauhinia territory.

Whether it was the local civilians or the passing merchants and pedestrians, they all seemed to praise the Earl of Bauhinia.

The city that Sean stepped into at this time was called Grant City.

This was a familiar city name to Sean, including the fact that the population of this city was not small, nearly 300,000.

If you add the vast territory and the other cities under the rule of the Earl of Bauhinia, it is enough to see how much power this Earl, who is famous in the alliance, has.

The prosperity and bustle in the city in front of him made Sean, who had just arrived in this city, feel unreal.

When he stepped out of the carriage and took off the hood of his black robe, he wanted to take another serious look at the city.

On the top of the city, a captain of the guard squadron on duty was stunned.

He hurriedly ran to Sean, knelt down, and respectfully called him: "Lord Earl!"