In order to sell for a good price at the Red Rose Bazaar, Mebis selected four pieces of silver frost bacon in a flawless white condition to sell, and he did not intend to spend the year slowly in the boring kingdom of the ancient orcs.

In the early morning of the next day's rain and dew, a middle-aged man in a black robe with a haggard face rushed out of the northern gate of the Oleg Empire, and the kobold on duty who noticed the sound of horses' hooves quickly woke up from his sleep.

The plush flesh folds slowly yawned tiredly as the corners of his mouth lifted, opened his hazy little eyes and swept around, and then leaned against the heavy city gate with his eyes slightly closed.

"It takes such a long distance to travel from the Oglie Empire to the Duchy of Mamat."

The horse-faced man with his chin full of gray stubble looked at the map in his hand in annoyance.

"It's a full span of two Oleg countries, no wonder Rand is reluctant to go, but after handing over the information to himself, he looks completely indifferent."

Mebes, dressed as a horse-faced uncle, sighed silently, then adjusted his mentality and took out his cleaned smoked wild boar from his pocket.

The turquoise of spring is covered with water droplets, and from afar you can see some brown and white wild deer licking the crystal on the grass with their heads down, and the wolves that have not washed off their blood stains after a full meal are lazily lying on them, letting the dew soak the rough gray-white wolf hairs on their bodies.

Take a bite of the bacon jerky with a nutty aroma, and with the grinding of the sharp teeth in the mouth, it emits a rich salty freshness, driving away the endless malaise of the Han in the morning, and then take out the freshly squeezed vegetable juice prepared by the hotel from the storage space, and take a big sip of the sweet and sour thick, energy-rich juice to wake up a beautiful day.

Horses, grasslands, food.

"Oh.."

"It doesn't get much better than that."

The horse-faced man who was eating meat groaned in admiration.

The rest of the time, while learning the recipes given to him by Old John, Mebis used her mental power to guide the horses under her seat on the specially opened path.

On the way, he also encountered some powerful and dangerous magic plants, but Mebes easily bypassed it with the sense of food, he didn't need to risk his life, if he didn't let the horse die, then he could only walk through distant areas with his feet, and the weeds and mud on the road would definitely damage his mysterious and unpredictable wizard image, and more importantly, the fatigue caused by the long journey.

"After earning the magic stone, you must go back to the magic house to buy a flying vehicle."

Otherwise, a wizard is either riding a horse or riding an animal every day, and he is embarrassed to come out, and the strength of the mount itself is easy to be killed, God knows what dangers are hidden in the origin witch world.

It took about four natural days for Mebis to enter the Duchy of Mamat, founded by humans.

In general, it was much more rudimentary than Oglie, and the streets were littered with animal droppings, and if you looked closely, there were many white maggots wriggling in it.

The dilapidated and decaying wooden house complex seemed to bring him back to the Ash Continent, no, Green Town was more than ten times better than here.

Mebes glanced at the oily rich man in a rich, gilded carriage, and looked out the window with a look of contempt and faint whining cursing.

"Disgusting."

The big man spat out a splash of saliva, then felt a stronger stench, frowned and whipped the horse and quickly left.

"Forget that this is a principality near the wizarding bazaar, there will always be other wizards nearby"

Just now, several vague spiritual fluctuations were transmitted to him from the dilapidated wooden house, as if he wanted to find out the face under the black robe, but he mobilized his spiritual power to bounce away, and the other party felt that Mebis might be hard stubble and did not continue to investigate, and dissipated silently.

As we went deeper into the royal capital, the environment began to improve significantly, and rich aristocratic carriages appeared on the neater gray stone brick roads one after another, but even so, the streets were still deserted, there were no lively and active children, and there were no hawkers, and the emptiness made people a little creepy.

This is the statement of the powerlessness of ordinary countries in the wizarding world, there is no outstanding resource origin and characteristics, coupled with the turf competition and wrong management methods between wizarding organizations, the corruption of the monarch's incompetence, it is easy to breed gray colors, for wizards who pursue the ultimate in individuality, mortals are more like livestock, and the biggest use is to select talents or human materials.

He's dead? Then go into another batch, as for the good and bad of life, this point will never be taken into their eyes.

The location of the Red Rose Bazaar was tucked away in a man-made forest on the outskirts of the Duchy of Mamat, and after quickly passing the lavish palace in the center, he came to a garden with nothing but spiky red roses.

Mebis hung his horse on a dead branch far from the rose garden, and after a meal of appeasement, he went into the garden alone.

There seemed to be no passage in the dense rose forest, but it was not difficult to find that there was a certain pattern in scanning the surroundings with mental power, and Mebis began to writhe according to the number marked at the end of the Rand.

It is believed that the Red Rose Bazaar has an unwritten rule that if the delicate plants in it are destroyed, they will be blacklisted by Rose Dew, and their wizard trading grounds will not allow them to enter.

Of course, it is just a joke for powerful formal wizards, but it is especially important for low-end apprentices, especially wandering wizards, who have no support, and losing the place to trade means disconnecting the main stable resource chain, which is extremely important for their own development.

“1..2..3.4..42.“

The standard pace danced back and forth at his feet, like a swan dancing with his companions with its chest held high, and there was only room for a human figure to pass through the thorny rose bush, and he had to twist his waist or the sharpness of the glowing light would make him uncomfortable.

Walking among the graceful dance steps of the flowers, Mebis had already begun to curse in his heart, how the mind of the wizarding organization that set such nonsensical rules turned, he really couldn't understand the meaning contained in it.

"Whew."

After carefully studying the dance steps, the middle-aged man with a haggard face looked at the open space in front of him with his wilted pupils.

"Have fun, little one."

"Nonsense, what do you say?"

The abrupt voice made Mebes, who lowered her head and gasped, said without thinking,

"Huh? Bub? ”

The green eyes suddenly shrunk, and he quickly raised his head to look around.

At some point above his left side sat a bald old man, sitting on the wooden coffee table, leisurely picking up a small wooden cup and savoring a pot of freshly brewed tea, and he even smelled the fragrance of flowers.

"Dry.. Formal.. Sorcerer. ”

The young man swallowed his saliva, and the only person who could instantly see through his disguise was a powerful wizard who was beyond the human group, and Mebis instantly bowed his head and knelt down on one knee,

"I have no intention of offending you, Venerable Wizard."

The old man with a faintly reflective head raised the tip of his hand with a clear and white flower tea, squinted his eyes slightly, and said,

"Those who come are guests, so you don't have to be polite."

Hearing the old man's gentle tone, Mebes's heart did not relax, but lowered his head deeper and deeper, almost buried in the grass below, and said respectfully,

"Mebis thanks your forgiveness."

After finishing speaking, he slowly got up, and after seeing that the other party ignored him, Mebis held back the wild jump in his heart, and lightly raised his steps and stepped into the transparent witchcraft barrier in front of him.

Outside, only the sound of the old man making tea and the faint fragrance of flowers wafting away.