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Heimarian Odyssey

Locke is a middling officer in the Kingdom of Faustian’s army. He happens to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, or the right place at the right time, depending on your perspective, and happens to save the kingdom’s princess. As fortune would have it, love prospers, but in a world of peasantry and nobility, a middling, peasant-born soldier has no right to love a princess. Locke is nothing if not determined, however, and sets out to become someone worthy of loving the princess, someone her family can accept. But that path is neither short, nor safe, as our hero will soon discover. Tags : Army Building, Caring Protagonist, Cold Protagonist, Death of Loved Ones, Empires, Evolution, Fan-fiction, Harem, Incest, Kingdom Building, Kingdoms Knights, Knights Level System, Long Separations, Male Protagonist, Near-Death Experience, Older Love Interests, Pregnancy, Slow Growth at Start, Strong to Stronger, Wars, kufsten translation

Kufsten · Fantasy
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Magic Scroll

Not only were there to sell, but there were also many knights who came to the Sanctum to buy.

Knights were peddling precious magical plants or major monster materials they'd collected in the wild, while casters were selling potions for training and magic equipment to enhance their combat abilities.

It was a win-win situation. Both the Sanctum's higher-ups and the Hall of Knights were doing their best to facilitate this.

However, it was common knowledge that there were far more knights than casters, so knights were always on the passive side when it came to supply and demand.

"I'm only selling this skull for three mid-rank magic crystals. I can't go any lower," said a burly knight to the two casters in front of him.

"If it's that expensive, we'll go elsewhere. There's definitely something cheaper." The two casters were female. Women were naturally astute, so they weren't willing to accept the price.

Selling a high-rank major monster's skull for three mid-rank magic crystals wasn't a loss for them.

The burly knight didn't seem to know how to do business. He scratched his head in annoyance and saw that the two casters were about to leave. "Alright, alright, but I want the orange potion!"

"Deal!" The two casters smiled brightly.

Orange potion was a recovery potion suitable for mid-rank and high-rank Knechts. Due to its orange colour, it was known as orange potion in the knights' circle.

An orange potion was worth around one mid-rank magic crystal in the Sanctum. The reason why the knight had chosen the orange potion was because he wanted to earn a second-hand profit in the future.

A large number of people made a living in the trading area outside the Sanctum.

In Princeton, an orange potion cost around four hundred gold moores, which was three to four times the price here.

In short, the knight didn't lose out and the two casters definitely made a profit. The skull of the high-rank major monster was a rare dark-attribute major monster material.

It was rude to stare at other people's transactions. Locke strode past the stall and walked towards the centre of the trading area.

He was mainly here to buy magic items. The outside of the trading area was filled with knights' stalls, so they weren't very attractive to him.

After passing through the shops and trading areas, a three-storey hall appeared in front of him.

This was a stronghold set up by the Sanctum. Just like the Hall of Knights' stronghold he'd just left, the quality of the items here was better and more expensive than the ones outside.

"Hello, what can I do for you?" As soon as he walked into the hall, a beautiful female caster walked up to him before he could even finish looking around. Judging from her attire, he could tell that she was one of the service staff here.

"I want some powerful magic scrolls and tools," said Locke. As for potions and whatnot, he didn't lack low-level potions, but he couldn't afford high-level potions.

Hence, directly buying magic tools that could enhance his safety and powerful magic scrolls would be of the greatest help to him.

"Alright, please follow me." She smiled and led him to a window in the hall.

He couldn't help but sigh at how much better the Sanctum was at doing business than the Hall of Knights.

Judging from the magic waves emanating from this female caster, she was at least a mid-rank Lehrling, yet she was working as a waitress here. In Faustian, a caster of this level could apply to the royal family to build a magic tower.

Of course, it was the lowest level Magic Tower.

"Ahem." Locke hurriedly averted his gaze. Casters were all extremely sensitive, and he didn't want to be seen as a hooligan.

"This is the place." After the female caster sent him to the place, she left straight away. Locke regretted not asking about her crystal ball imprint earlier. He didn't even have a decent friend in the Sanctum now.

"Hello, Rider. What can I do for you?" An elderly caster with white hair and beard sat at the window. He wore a monocle and had a stack of books beside him.

"Do you have any powerful magic scrolls that a knight like me can use?" asked Locke.

Magic scrolls were invented to allow casters to cast spells efficiently and quickly. With the continuous advancement of alchemy, not only could knights use these scrolls, but even commoners could use them with special methods.

"Of course, Rider." The white-bearded caster flipped open a table of contents and began to introduce them to Locke.

"How about the high-rank spell, Thunder Prison Forest? It can cover an area of two hundred square meters. The damage of lightning spells is one of the highest among all spells. "

"You must have heard of the fire spell, Inferno Melting. It's a small-scale forbidden spell."

"What about the earth spell, Tremor? Do you want to consider it?"

"The water spell, Waterfall, is not bad either. The high-pressure water can crush everything!"

...

The white-bearded caster recited the names of seven or eight high-rank spells in one breath. As expected of the Sanctum's trading center, almost all of them were top-notch.

Unfortunately, there weren't many magic scrolls that Locke was interested in.

"I practice wind impetus, so I want a high-grade wind spell," Locke interrupted the old man.

The white-bearded caster wasn't angry at the interruption. He smiled and said, "Looks like I've met someone who knows."

As long as they could activate impetus, high-rank Knechts could use any kind of magic scroll. Therefore, most people would choose high-rank spells that were powerful and had a wide range when choosing magic scrolls. As for whether they were compatible with their own elements, very few people would pay attention to them.

The power of magic scrolls that didn't match the elements would be slightly lower than it actually was. Knights who didn't know much about magic wouldn't be able to tell, but casters who studied magic could easily spot it.

Only by using a scroll of the same attribute could the scroll's power be maximized.

Most wind spells were weaker in power and were relatively cheaper, which was why the white-bearded caster said that Locke knew the ropes.

"So, do you want Cold Wind Slash or Wind Blade? I only have these two at the moment, "said the white-bearded caster.

Cold Wind Slash was a high-rank wind spell with a wide range of damage, while Wind Blade was a single-point attack.

"Two of each!" said Locke. Four high-rank magic scrolls had almost depleted his savings.

"Thank you for your patronage. Here are six high-rank energy crystals!" The white-bearded caster extended his hand through the gap in the window.

Locke didn't have any energy crystals to waste, so he chose to use the core crystals instead. He took out the only six high-rank core crystals in his spatial ring and handed them to the white-bearded Magister.

This was all he had in exchange from Billie.