"Lady Tinas, you are being far too presumptuous. This might lead people to think that the Bloodline Wizards from our Sangris Wizard Tower are perverts!"
Berly, who was standing nearby, couldn't bear to watch any longer. He covered his face and let out a sigh of despair.
Isn't that the case?
Andov and the others all turned their gaze towards him.
As transcendent beings, Wizards' morals, ethics, customs, and interests might indeed be vastly different from those of ordinary people.
A thought flashed through Roy's mind, and he shook his head, "I refuse!"
"That's truly a pity," Tinas said with deep regret.
"Sometimes, I really don't understand you male Wizards. Take Erant, for example. He secretly keeps several Centaur Concubines, but he gets all worked up whenever I bring it up.
I've even heard him say things like, 'The taste of Centaurs is really something else...'"
"Is that really the same thing?" Roy thought to himself, feeling both confused and curious.
Is that true, senior?
...
Not long after.
Watching the Strange Bird soar into the sky, turning into a tiny black dot as it flew away from the city, Roy inexplicably felt a sense of relief.
This short senior sister had really put a lot of pressure on him.
"Take Yanila with us, let's go back."
Snapping out of his thoughts, he quickly called out and then left the scene.
Back at the mansion, as soon as Yanila's muzzle was removed, she began to curse loudly.
"Bastard! How despicable!
What kind of skill is it to ambush someone?
If you have the guts, untie me and let's fight fair and square!"
It turned out that the copper headpiece had something like a gag inside, not the Silence Wizard Tool as originally imagined.
"Even if I untie you, you still won't be able to beat me. I think you'd better just submit," Roy said, recalling the task his teacher had assigned him.
"The people of the Bloodmane King will never submit to anyone!" Yanila said fiercely.
This was true. The Centaur Hero, the Bloodmane King, fought to the death and never submitted.
He was a symbol of the Centaur natives' resistance, and his name of honor was long-standing.
It seems that the Wizards' colonial methods aren't very effective. To destroy their ethnicity, they haven't even managed to erase their history or tarnish their heroes...
Such thoughts flashed through Roy's mind.
But he quickly guessed that this was probably because the upper limit of the Low-Magic World was too low. The Great Wizards didn't care, and the ordinary Wizards didn't have much interest in such trivial matters.
All that effort, and in the end, it would be better to focus on cultivation and advancement, producing one more high-level Wizard or even a Great Wizard.
Just one strong individual could suppress the entire world!
"Lord Roy, this one seems very unyielding. I suggest you engage in an Honor Duel with her, witnessed by the ancestral Bloodline, and truly make her submit!"
Atedia, also a Centaur, quietly suggested.
"An Honor Duel?"
Hearing this, Roy's heart stirred.
This was a method of conquest that adhered to Centaur traditions, and also a way for the weak to survive.
In essence, it was giving her a way out that both she and the other Centaurs could accept.
This way, the Centaurs would find their own excuses, saying that this wasn't a shameful surrender, but a sacred duel witnessed by their ancestors, and that following the strong after defeat was honorable.
Roy, being open to good advice, then said to her, "Yanila, I will provide you with good food and shelter, let you recover your strength, and then we will fight fair and square!"
"If you win, I'll let you go. But if you lose, you must submit to me according to your tradition. How about that?
Not just you, but your Blood Mane Tribe must also accept my rule."
"Fine, but I won't submit to your Sorcery. Those messy things only disgrace the honor of warriors!" Yanila wasn't foolish and immediately stated her condition.
"I won't use Wizardry or any other powers, only relying on this Wizard Physique."
Roy said indifferently.
"I'll still make you submit willingly."
...
"Lord Roy, are you really going to duel her without using any Wizardry?"
After having the guards take Yanila away and ensuring she was well taken care of, Atedia spoke to him with a hint of seriousness.
"Why, is this Yanila very strong?"
Roy chuckled lightly.
"She is indeed very strong!"
Atedia said gravely.
"From what I've gathered, she was already at the level of an advanced knight when she was just over twelve years old. Now at eighteen, she must have reached the stage of a Grand Knight.
Moreover, she is proficient in various martial arts and has fought in numerous battles in the southern frontier for many years, making her a true battle-hardened warrior.
To be honest, I consider myself to have decent talent and have worked hard in training, which is why I was selected to lead the Guard.
But in a one-on-one duel with equal equipment and conditions, there's no way I could defeat her. I would need to bring my subordinates and command troops to have a chance.
Of course, your strength far surpasses ours, but not using Wizardry is like abandoning your advantage and tying your own hands..."
"Your concern is not unfounded. Many Wizards at the Grand Knight stage have never undergone any physical training or possess any warrior's combat skills and experience.
But what does it matter? Even if I lose, it's just letting her go. If necessary, I can capture her seven times and release her seven times. I don't believe I can't tame this wild mare!"
Roy smiled faintly, exuding confidence.
Atedia was slightly taken aback and also felt a strong sense of crisis.
From Roy's words, she could see his determination to succeed and knew that subduing the Blood Mane Tribe was a major strategic plan of the Wizards.
In that case, Yanila's status would undoubtedly be elevated to a very important position.
...
Roy vaguely sensed Atedia's thoughts but didn't care at all.
He also began preparing for the battle to subdue Yanila.
However, unlike his outwardly relaxed demeanor, he secretly pondered over a surefire way to win.
"As a warrior, with equal physique and strength, I'm no match for Yanila...
But as a Wizard, how could I be on equal terms with her?
My Hair Demon Physique is also a Wizard Physique. As my Mental Strength grows, even my hair possesses power equivalent to a Grand Knight!
Combined with my own strength, I don't believe I can't defeat her!"
"Why don't you drink some Alchemy Potion? As a Wizard Alchemist, drinking potions isn't considered unfair," Celine suggested.
"There's no need. At this stage, whether it's Adrenaline or other Physique Enhancement Potions, they can only increase my strength by a degree or two, unable to produce a qualitative change.
Unless I master a Magical Potion of Wizard level or above."
Rather than that, it would be better to take a more drastic approach—directly proceed with a deeper Blood Mercury Replacement and a true Wizard Body Modification!"
"Blood Mercury Replacement, Wizard Body Modification…"
While Celine was still deep in thought, Roy had already turned and entered the room.
"Since it has to be done sooner or later, might as well take advantage of this opportunity!"
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