When you pay attention, it's often hard to notice the river of time that flows day and night – and even in some of the world's rumors, it's real.

Without dwelling on whether there was a problem with this long river of time, when the light spell on the top of the tent slowly went out, Aine recovered from his state of learning.

"It's going to be an hour so soon......" Ain was still a little unsatisfied, because his recent improvement in the contact level of the magic web was more about some skill elements in it, rather than an improvement in the arcane attainment itself. However, in order to better enter Sophie Castle tomorrow, the mage finally chose to put away the spell book and went to sleep.

Now all Ain is focusing on is the content of the second ring. Because in a sense, it is true that he is like the kind of transfer student who relies on some means to insert himself into the senior year, although he can rely on similar cheating methods to get mixed in the senior class, but no matter from which point of view, some of the foundations that have not been made up before will not be made up because you enter the senior year - because the basis of your good mix in the senior year is some similar cheating means, not your own real ability.

If you don't make up for this part of the lost content now, Ain's attempt to obtain the permissions of the fourth layer of the Demon Net is basically a dead end. Even if the magic net is connected to the pool of magic energy in Ain's mind, rather than the mage himself who is connected like a normal mage, it is still up to Ain to try to obtain higher authority.

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Because Ain's position has now shifted from the eastern foot of the mountain to the saddle between two peaks that are almost impossible to climb, and the two gaps in this saddle are almost north-south. So by the time Ain felt the sun's brilliance and warmth and woke up, it was almost nine o'clock in the morning.

The female snow ape had already said goodbye to Aine after arriving at the saddle yesterday. Although Aine knew that this lead was also a manifestation of its gratitude to its family members for being able to "remember the villain" to treat it, but it still felt a little strange that this kind of gratitude.

Since there is no creature like a snow ape, which is as punctual as an alarm clock in the morning, plus the fatigue of the previous few days, everyone has slept comfortably, and perhaps a little tired, it is Harden, who has undertaken most of the vigil tasks.

When Ain packed up his tent and came to the front of the several bonfires that had been lit before, although it was simple, but the hot breakfast was kept warm on the hanging pot, Ain took a bowl, removed the lid of the hanging pot, scooped out half a bowl of batter from it with a large spoon, and drank it with hot air, and suddenly felt that even because he did not have time to bless the mage's trick early in the morning, he became warm and lively.

Because Ain didn't dine with these militiamen two days ago, these militia young men didn't know much about the temper of this noble lord who was still a mage master, and they all thought that this lord was not very suitable for their food, and then went to enjoy the things that he carried in his dimensional bag that could show the dignity of a noble mage.

I didn't expect this lord to come out early in the morning today, and he didn't even do what those pretentious aristocratic lords liked to do in the morning, and then directly took over a broken bowl that someone had drunk before, scooped half a bowl of batter and drank it directly with soup and water.

You know, if it weren't for the speed of escaping back to the south, these militiamen would have more food to carry, and most of this kind of batter would be chosen as a staple food only by the poorest in peacetime.

However, Ain's action of drinking mush made some self-proclaimed and somewhat decent young men a little embarrassed, and all kinds of details reflected Ain's demeanor as a noble mage - half a bowl of mush, although he drank it in a big gulp, it was silent, and the remaining night at the bottom of the bowl after drinking it was also scraped off with the hard bread on the side.

But while Aine was having breakfast, Paul got a hint from his father, Harden, and began to look for anyone to sleep in their tents - since their captain, the titular lord, had woken up, it was a little unreasonable for them to continue to sleep.

In fact, those who were woken up were a little flustered after hearing the fact that Ain was already having breakfast, and those who might have been a little sleepy were almost awakened by fright—you must know that some noble lords are not very good-tempered, and if they miss the time, most of them will simply leave them alone.

Paul didn't explain much, because since they were afraid of being left behind, they would naturally move faster and not procrastinate. If it had been explained, it might have been possible that they would not have moved so quickly.

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When the whole team was ready to go, it was already close to ten o'clock, although it was a little late, but the main thing today was to find a place to stay in Fort Sophie, which was different from getting up early every day to hurry. Moreover, in this period, most of the time if it is too early, it may not be possible to enter Sophieburg, after all, Sophieburg is not a city, but just the core of a jazz domain composed of several surrounding villages, and if it were not for its strategic location, this jazz core is probably not much different from the surrounding small villages, and it will not have such a tall city wall at all.

When Ain was playing in his previous life, in the south, some of them were the centers of the jazz lords in remote areas, but in fact, they were just a small village with the residence of the lord of the jazz lord, and as for the residence of the knights, it was probably the only brick building in the entire jazz realm - there was still a difference between brick and stone.

After a little bypassing a wood, Fort Sophie had already appeared in front of the ninety or so people, in fact, after Al Aine had finished breakfast in the morning, he had already vaguely seen the flag with Sir Sophie's insignia on the clock tower in the center of Fort Sophie.

Now it seems that it is indeed a flag with Sir Sophie's emblem Undoubtedly, this flag Ain is still relatively familiar, in the game of the previous life, Sir Sophie surrendered to Drew, and shamefully helped Drew transform the innocent people of the entire Jazz Territory, then changed to Drew's patron god "Flesh Reaper" Naraku as his belief and became this evil warrior - of course, in Drew's point of view, those hypocritical gods of the holy warriors are evil warriors. Later, the Sophie Warrior also led a small army and participated in several Drew campaigns against the human kingdom after the Battle of Winter, so it is not surprising that Ain had seen a banner with this emblem on it. It's just that the emblem seen in Ain's previous life game is to turn the three canaries representing the "Platinum Dragon" Bahamut on the current emblem into a scythe representing the "Flesh Reaper" Naraku.

"Let's go, clutter yourself up a bit, and get ready to go into town." From afar, Aine saw the rejection of horses at the gates of Fort Sophie, and several of Sir Sophie's private soldiers guarding the side.

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Transition chapters, readers, don't think about water or anything, the plot of the Battle of Baishan City is over, and the transition must be soothed a little, and the degree of participation of the protagonist in the following story will be significantly improved......

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