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"Mianxia, ​​you'll be able to walk for another time to Fengmiao Town."

"We need to go there to replenish our food and water reserves, and the apprentices and wildebeests are exhausted and need to rest overnight in town."

Morey stood outside the carriage and asked Ron respectfully.

If Ron disagreed with the rest, he would let the convoy move forward without hesitation.

Even if a few wildebeests will die of exhaustion and several apprentices will starve to death.

Now, Ron's orders were more than anything else to him, and even if he was allowed to commit suicide, he would cut his throat with a smile.

It is not unreasonable that Charm and Mind Control are listed as one of the most disgusting magics in the astral world.

In many planes, those who learn these two magic can directly equate with evil forces, so it is natural to be beaten by justice forces.

"You can arrange such small things yourself. Remember to arrange a separate room for Vivian and me. I don't want to live with those people who haven't taken a shower for a week."

Ron's calm voice rang in Morey's head.

As for Vivian?

Every day, she would take a shower in the magic of the sub-plane space every day.

Let her keep her whole body fragrant, and Ron's knee pillow service will be more comfortable.

After Carroll discovered this, she protested strongly, hoping to take a shower with Vivian.

Despite the magic of dust removal, who doesn’t want to take a comfortable hot bath every night?

Ron had no choice but to let them go in and wash together. Anyway, the little magic consumed was not enough.

What Carroll didn't know was that this secondary plane space was completely controlled by the person who created it.

so.

All real dragons have magical eyes.

They can see and understand the aesthetics of any race.

Even if the other party is a slug, they can tell which slug is a beauty and which is just a rough and strong man.

Carol and Vivian are both "big" beauties, and Ron is convinced of this.

"By the way, I'm not far from the king now. Don't call me a crown prince in the future, and try to minimize face-to-face communication with me."

"You need to hide our relationship and do your best to control everything in the Vasi family and not be found by others."

"If you have any questions, report to me. Just find Vivian and she will convey it to me."

Ron thought for a while and gave Morey a few more words.

This time when he came to Wangdu, he could not have been with Vivian in the Magic Academy. Some things need to be arranged.

This time I went to the capital, in addition to obtaining a lot of ordinary magic to cast his crown,

Ron has to do a few special things to lay the foundation for controlling this kingdom in the future.

It is not a simple goal to usurp a kingdom, and it is the strongest kingdom in the Karen plane.

Just the information I learned from Morey during this period can make Ron frown.

"Five-Colored Legion, Palace Mage Corps, King's Former Imperial Guard."

This ancient kingdom has a very deep water.

The strength accumulated over thousands of years is by no means easy.

However, in order to achieve travel goals and quickly improve your strength, there is nothing we can do about it.

There are some things that Ron cannot take Vivian to do. What she has to do in the past few years is to work hard to improve her strength so that she can help herself later.

There is a saying in the Astral Realm that is widely circulated:

The goodwill of the weak is worthless, and strength is justice!

Although Ron is not that extreme, he agrees with this sentence.

Let her study at 18, and she graduated from 18. I think Vivian had enough strength at that time.

Never underestimate a dragon vein mage!

Their growth is completely incomparable to their own race.

Even if it is a dragon vein dog-headed man, giving him enough time, he may grow into a legendary rank!

Vivian was covered with blood from a legendary iridescent dragon.

Along the way, in addition to taking a bath in the secondary plane, Vivian also exercised his magical combat skills in the secondary plane.

She can already proficient in releasing dragon breath and fireball techniques. I believe she can go directly to the Mage Association to be certified as a great magician in a while!

Speaking of the actual combat now, Carol is no longer a match for Vivian

The master does not have to be stronger than the disciples, this sentence is not very applicable in other worlds.

There are several famous cases of master murder in the astral world.

In this world where great power belongs to oneself, without power is also original sin!

He shook his head, no longer thinking about this strange pair of masters and apprentices.

Ron looked at the plain white stone wall in front of him, and in the center was a wooden town gate.

Windmill Town is here.

This town has no shame in its name.

Many wooden windmills visible to the naked eye stand in the town, and the huge windmill fan blades are slowly rotating with the breeze.

There is a small river flowing along the center of Fengmill Town, and you can see a woman washing clothes and rice by the river from afar.

This town does not cover a large area, but there are many people and convoys entering and leaving the city.

Maybe it's because it's not far or close to the king here, it's an important supply point.

"Please pass from here."

Guards in iron armor guided passing vehicles through the narrow city gates.

The Magic Academy's convoy lined up with the Merchant Team to enter this peaceful town.

Ron and his team had the Academy badge hanging on them, so they were naturally unobstructed and could pass without checking.

The business group behind him also followed closely.

The old guard guards looked at the merchant regiment, said nothing, and let the pass pass.

The young guard standing next to him obviously had something to say, but before he could speak, he was stopped by the veterans around him.

"Tarick, didn't you see it? That's the badge of the Royal Capital Magic Academy."

"But the captain, the merchant convoy needs to enter the city."

The veteran interrupted his words, looked at the convoy gradually moving away behind him, and then said softly.

"Sometimes, rules can be broken. Don't worry about this and just pretend that you didn't see it."

"This is OK."

Although the young guard was a little dissatisfied, he obeyed the captain's orders honestly.

Who made the captain his brother-in-law?

Ron and his group who had just entered the city were surrounded by a group of teenage children.

"Choose me!"

"Sir, I! I!"

Don't get me wrong, this group of people is a role that every town has.

In their previous lives, they were called guides.

Here, the bards call them "whistles."

Most of the "whistles" are children who are poor at home but cannot do heavy work.

They grew up in towns and are very familiar with them.

Which one’s bread is mixed with less wood chips, and whose jerky is sufficient.

Even someone's widow wants to get along with the rich people, they know very well.

They usually gather at the city gate to judge whether they are their customers based on the appearance of the people entering the city or the convoy.

After all, if you serve as a whistle to a poor man or a beggar, you will only end up reaping a handful of turbid air.

A fleet like the Magic Academy that has a mage grandfather is their supreme VIP client.

As we all know, even if you are a magic apprentice in the Rose Kingdom, you are not a poor man who can become a poor man.

Do poor people have money to buy robes and staffs? Have money to pay for tuition? Have money to buy magic cores?

So as soon as Ron's convoy entered the door, he almost attracted all the whistles.

The group of teenagers wearing taupe linen short-sleeved clothes acted more positively than the other.

They squeezed forward desperately around the carriage, hoping that the mage in the carriage could see him.

But what's strange is that under such a crowded situation, none of them dared to touch the carriage directly.

All the whistles formed a circle, but they kept a certain distance from the carriage at the right time.

No one dared to touch the car directly.

The whistle is not a safe job.

These experiences are lessons learned with blood.
Chapter completed!