Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 296 Magic Swordsman - Roger

However, Edgar did not immediately respond to this topic. A hint of hesitation flashed across his face, and he then reported something else:

"Sir, there is one more thing I need to report to you. Just yesterday, we captured an intruder."

"What?" Lu Mingfei was taken aback. "An intruder?"

"Yes."

Edgar nodded:
"That was a Faded One with considerable strength. We found and subdued him in the area near the inner city."

"But strangely, he did not put up a fierce resistance, nor did he injure any soldiers. He just repeatedly emphasized that he had no ill intentions and claimed that he had some connection with you and that some things could be explained to you face to face."

Lu Mingfei frowned:

"Related to me? What's his name?"

"Roger."

Edgar pronounced the name clearly:

He said his name was Roger.

Roger

Lu Mingfei repeated the name in a low voice, quickly searching his mind for related fragments of memory.

Where is the person now?

he asked.

"They are temporarily detained in the tower on the west side, heavily guarded."

Edgar replied:

"His equipment and belongings have been confiscated, but we have not treated him harshly. He has been very cooperative, even somewhat too frank."

Lu Mingfei shook his head:

“I don’t think I know this guy. I remember everyone I’ve met in the border area, but not this one.”

Just as Edgar was about to speak, he heard Lu Mingfei continue his analysis:
"However, a powerful individual who can infiltrate the castle without resisting and even actively seeks my help is most likely from the Hall of the Round Table. Even if he is not a subordinate of that 'Sir Hundred Wisdoms,' he is certainly qualified to enter and leave the Great Blessing."

“Let’s go, take me to see this ‘intruder.’ I want to hear what kind of ‘explanation’ he can give me.”
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Lu Mingfei followed Edgar and soon arrived at the west tower.

The heavy wooden door was pushed open by the guards, making a creaking sound.

The rooms inside the tower were fairly clean, with only one narrow window letting in light.

A man was sitting leisurely on a wooden chair in the center of the room. Hearing the sound, he looked up.

He looked to be around thirty years old, with a handsome and mature appearance, and a calm and composed smile on his face.

He wore a well-designed suit that blended the elegance of aristocratic attire with the sharpness of hunting clothes. The fabric was adorned with delicate embellishments, giving him an overall style that leaned towards a magician, yet was even more agile.

The moment Lu Mingfei saw him, he was immediately drawn to the hat on his head.

It was a pointed hat with an exaggerated brim, adorned with a striking blue feather and a pyroxene pendant.

At the same time, Lu Mingfei also noticed that the center of the man's gloves was inlaid with a valuable pyroxene.

"It seems the main character has finally arrived."

The man stood up, his movements natural and graceful, showing no sign of the embarrassment of being a prisoner. He placed one hand on his chest and bowed slightly.

"I have long admired your name, Sir Lu Mingfei. I am Roger, a greatly blessed wanderer."

Lu Mingfei did not respond immediately; he carefully examined the other person.

Although his weapons had been confiscated, his habitual posture suggested he wasn't a traditional mage, but perhaps more adept at using light weapons. "We don't seem to know each other."

Lu Mingfei spoke, his tone calm.

"Indeed, we have never met."

Roger readily admitted it, his smile unchanged:

"But I've heard about your deeds from many friends. D mentioned that you are a powerful fader, and Neferi also praised you highly, saying that you have a similar demeanor and strength to her father."

Upon hearing these two familiar names, Lu Mingfei's eyes flickered slightly.

D and Neferi were indeed acquaintances of his in the Round Table Hall.

Neferi was alright, but D was a complete fanatic of the Golden Law, constantly talking about hunting the dead, and Lu Mingfei had a hard time getting along with him.

"so."

Lu Mingfei took a few steps closer and stopped opposite Roger:

"You're a magician? From Lienia?"

Upon hearing this, Roger gave a slightly self-deprecating smile and shook his head:

"No, to those old-fashioned people in the magic academy who stick to the rules and value tradition, I am probably closer to what they call a 'heretic'."

He elegantly spread his hands, displaying his practical attire:
"As you can see, I am a magic swordsman. I can only use a few simple magical combat techniques to make the rapier in my hand more agile, which is quite different from those orthodox mages who devote themselves to studying magic."

His tone was relaxed and carefree, like that of a wandering knight-errant. He was clearly not ashamed of his "unorthodox" ways, but rather quite proud of them.

Lu Mingfei nodded:

"A friend of D and Neferi, a magical swordsman capable of infiltrating my castle, has come to see me in this way. Surely it's not just to deliver a few greetings? Tell me your true purpose, Mr. Roger."

“Let’s make this clear first. I hate riddle-makers the most. If you dare to say anything like ‘the gears of fate have begun to turn,’ I’ll send you to keep company with the dung beetles under the city wall right now.”

Roger's smile faded slightly, and he became more serious.

“Of course not. I risked coming here because I discovered something, something that may be closely related to you and the land you now control.”

“I believe we share a common goal, or at least face some common potential threat. And some intelligence is not convenient to discuss in a crowded place like the Round Table Hall.”

Under those golden eyes that exuded a dragon's might, Roger was still able to maintain a straightforward and frank gaze in his eyes.

Tsk, what a tough guy.

Lu Mingfei muttered to himself.

This guy is no ordinary person; he's definitely not just someone who "simplely uses a few magical combat techniques" as he claims. He's probably capable of going toe-to-toe with those tough guys participating in the battle festival.

Judging from his attire, he's probably going for an elegant look, unlike those muscular brutes.

"Potential threats?"

Lu Mingfei raised an eyebrow:
"You're not going to tell me that there's an ancient evil god buried beneath Stoneville, or that old man Grek isn't really dead and is preparing to make a comeback, are you?"

Unexpectedly, Roger showed a surprised expression, looking at Lu Mingfei with some astonishment and saying:
"You've already discovered it?"

Lu Mingfei was taken aback by his reaction and subconsciously scratched his head:
"What did you find? I was just saying it offhand."

He stopped abruptly, his eyes widened slowly, and his voice unconsciously rose eight octaves:

"Wait, you don't mean to say that there really is some ancient evil god buried beneath Stoneville City, do you?!"

(End of this chapter)