Chapter 108: The Mayor's Gift

"Great! Now we have two spellcasters in our team!" Dick hugged Joan excitedly.

"Who is the other caster?" Joan couldn't help asking.

"It's Wes," Roger said in a low voice, "our fallen lizardman prince has 7 levels of druids, and he has made a promise to my father to help the human side against his own people in this war .”

It is not difficult for Joan to guess that Weiss made such a helpless decision in a dilemma. The crisis in Delin Town was caused by Inves. If he wants to gain the trust of the townspeople, he must show his position with practical actions. Under the current situation, it is his position to help the residents of Delin Town resist the invasion of lizardmen The only choice, but then he would have to fight his own people, and even be branded a traitor.

"Besides me and Wes, who else did you recruit?" Joan asked Dick.

"And our old buddy, Tom the dwarf blacksmith. In fact, five of us are enough. There is no need to recruit more companions for the sake of head count. If the strength is not enough, no amount of numbers will only hinder us." Dick said confidently.

Roger was not as optimistic as his brother, and asked Joan if there was any suitable candidate to recommend to join the team. The only friends that Joan can call friends in Delin Town are the two brothers and Tom. How can anyone else be recommended? But on second thought, aren't Jamie and Gray also powerful partners? Just speak out your own thoughts.

"Of course Jamie can join. As for Grey..." Roger showed embarrassment: "The image of the gray marsupial is too eye-catching, and people who don't know the inside story may regard it as an enemy..."

"Come on! The battlefield is full of chaos, who cares to observe Gray's appearance? Besides, even the lizardman Wes can fight with us, so there is no doubt about the gray bag beast!" Dick dismissed his younger brother's excessive caution. .

"Having said that, it's better to be careful." Roger's eyes lit up and he had an idea, "Let's go to Mr. Longfellow's leather shop and buy the largest cloak. Strictly covered up, it looks like a tall and strong man, and I will make up an identity like 'a giant adventurer from Leiden Harbor' for it, so that it will not arouse suspicion."

"You kid has so many ideas!" Dick smiled and punched his younger brother, then turned to look at Joan, "What do you think of Roger's method?"

Joan nodded in agreement, and was about to answer when the hearty laughter of the old dwarf came from behind him.

"Children, have such a happy chat, is there any good news?"

"Good morning, Mr. Flint."

Joan bowed to the old dwarf, and noticed that the Tyndale brothers were standing up straight as if they had been immobilized, with awkward expressions on their faces. Only then did they notice a middle-aged gentleman wearing a top hat behind the old dwarf. Mayor Jason Tyndale.

"Good morning, Mr. Tyndale." Joan bowed to the mayor.

"Good morning, Joan, I heard Mr. Thiel talking about you yesterday. When are you going to Port Layton?" Mayor Tyndall said with a gentle expression.

"I plan to wait until this crisis is over before considering the next itinerary." Joan said truthfully.

"I hope your trip will not be delayed, my child. You are the only mage in our town of Delin. I hope you can go to Leiden Port for further study in safety. However, in the upcoming war, we also hope that your spells can Play roles where the sword cannot."

"Mr. Mayor overestimates me too much. In fact, I am just an insignificant low-level mage, and I really can't live up to your expectations." Joan felt that it seemed a bit hypocritical to say so, so he simply said it more bluntly, "Low-level mage Spells may not be able to play a huge role on the battlefield, but unfortunately the number of spells I have mastered is too small, and their lethality is also very limited. As for those spells that have tactical or even strategic value, unfortunately, I have not had the opportunity to get in touch with them."

"The spells with tactical value you mean, do you mean those spells that can create vines or spider webs to entangle a large number of enemies, or call a gust of wind to blow away the enemy's arrows?" Mayor Tyndall asked with great interest.

"As you said, Mr. Tyndall, spells such as entanglement, spider web, and wind are not high-level, but they can effectively restrain a large number of enemies on the battlefield and bring great advantages to your companions. Unfortunately, this I have never learned any spells, and the spells I am good at, such as 'Magic Missile', are more valuable on the battlefield than a crossbow..."

Joan sighed. As a self-taught rural mage, his biggest shortcoming lies in the lack of tutors and teaching materials. Without the guidance of a teacher, he can study on his own, but what can he do without teaching materials? I can only search for spell scrolls and spell books with all my heart, learn what I catch, and learn some things well, so there is no room for picking and choosing!

It is precisely because of the lack of systematic teaching materials that Qiao An seems to have mastered a lot of spells, but in fact it is seriously biased. The spells he is good at, such as Electric Claw, Burning Hand, Magic Missile and Hand of High Mage, almost all belong to the evocation school, which is more than offensive but not tactical, suitable for single combat but unable to effectively control the enemy on the battlefield , to assist companions, and in the case of hundreds of people fighting in groups, the value of the latter is far greater than fighting alone.

"I basically understand." Mayor Tyndall smiled slightly, "Joan, although I don't know much about spells, I do have a few spell scrolls at home, maybe they can help you fill in the gaps in the spell types. Weaknesses." Then he took out a key and handed it to the eldest son Dick, and said carefully: "Go to my study, the third row of the bookshelf on the wall opposite the door is full of scrolls, you count from left to right, count Bring the fourth and sixth scrolls to Joan as soon as possible."

"Okay, Father!" Dick took the key and ran home like the wind.

Roger looked at his brother's back, then turned his head and gave Joan a wink.

Qiao An didn't understand what the second young master of the mayor's family was planning. The mayor knew his own son, and gave Roger an angry look, "What are you trying to do sneakily!"

"Ahem, father, it's like this. Joan and I recently met a good friend. This person is tall, mighty, powerful, and very righteous. He learned that our town of Delin is being threatened by lizardmen bandits. Out of noble friendship, he volunteered to help the town against the Lizardman bandits, and I wonder if you and Mr. Flint would accept our friend's enthusiasm."

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