That night, Donner dismissed the coachman in the middle of the town, and the next morning, bought two horses and continued north. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Una hadn't ridden a horse before, and they had to slow down on this day.

The two of them weren't idle along the way, and Donner had been teaching Una to speak Western - and he had brought Una out and handed Layla to Wesley for that purpose.

Una, on the other hand, is curious about all things Middle-earth.

The carriage that needed to be driven, the farmer who was plowing in the spring in the roadside field, the little man with a magic pet helper, the ordinary people everywhere with barely a single magician, and the obvious mountains that she couldn't find in any direction—all of these were completely different from the world she knew.

However, she soon fell in love with the feeling of being in Middle-earth.

First of all, there is no beast tide here, not now, but there has never been such a thing as a beast tide in history, and even the weakest demonic beast figure cannot be found.

What's more, no one cares about the Helians or the Madims, whether it is the farmer working in the fields or the work of greeting guests in the inn restaurant, there are all Helians who turn a blind eye to Una's purple hair and treat her as a guest of honor.

It didn't take long for Una to discover a way to distinguish between the high and the low in Middle-earth.

"Young Master...... What kind of clothes do you wear to identify people here?" she asked, caressing the black horse as she stepped on, trying to calm it down.

Donner glanced at her.

Una, who had just arrived in Middle-earth, was wearing the aristocratic dress that Donner had chosen for her, a white lace slim-fitting lady's blouse, a long red dress that covered her ankles below the waist, and a gray lady's hat with a daisy pinned to it.

At this time, she was sitting half-sideways on a special women's saddle, like other noble women, with her legs hanging down to the same side.

I have to say that her standard ladylike dress doesn't match her posture of following Donner's footsteps.

"That's right," replied Donner, "those who wear beautiful clothes are rich men, and some of them have their family coats of arms embroidered in inconspicuous places, and such people are nobles, canonized by kings or emperors, and their status can be passed down from generation to generation." ”

"Then young master, did your noble status also come from your father?" asked Una.

"No...... My father was a blacksmith. Donna then told Una what the words for king, nobleman, and blacksmith were in Western, and Una repeated them in a whisper.

In this way, the two of them set out early in the morning and stayed until late at night, and Una's western language grew very slowly, but she gradually became familiar with riding horses, and the speed of her journey became faster and faster.

On the afternoon of the eighth day, two black horses were already slowly striding through the streets of the city of Nice.

Beggars wandering among the crowds, hawkers hawking along the streets, and the smell of all kinds of potions. Everything was the same, and Donner even had the illusion that he was only away for a few days.

Walking along the street in his memory, Donner finally came to the familiar building, looked up at the place where he had worked for more than half a year, and sighed for a while.

At this moment, a knight with a face came up: "Is there something wrong with the two of you?"

Donald smiled, his appearance had changed greatly at this time, and it was estimated that no one here would be able to recognize him.

"Is Morn there?" he asked.

"Do you have something to do with the director?" The knight was already a little dissatisfied with the man in front of him but not dismounting, and when he saw him call the director's name, his heart was even more resistant, and even his tone was not very good.

Donner suddenly remembered that he had already exchanged his tokens for Moen when he took the forbidden potions from him, and he really didn't know how to prove his identity for a while. Moreover, he had no impression of his appearance under the alias Kevin Bell, and he couldn't use illusionism to temporarily change back to that form.

After a moment's hesitation, he said to the knight, "Tell him that the man who returned the token to him two years ago and took the potion has come again." ”

The knight gave Donner a suspicious look, then at the purple-haired girl behind him, who had also not dismounted, and turned and walked into the gate of the institute.

A few knights guarding the door of the institute not far away cast wary glances at the two on the horse from time to time.

"Young Master......" Una Zema approached Donner's side and asked softly, "I don't think those people seem to be very friendly, do you want me to teach them a lesson?"

Donner smiled and shook his head: "It's just a misunderstanding, it's okay." ”

Una snorted and took another step back.

The two didn't wait long, and before long, Moen was helped out of the door—he had lost a leg in the battle in front of the institute.

Donner rolled over and dismounted, tossed the reins to Una before walking towards Moen.

"You are ......" Moen saw the unfamiliar face of the person in front of him, but the matter of the token exchange forbidden potion was indeed only known to the master, so he still maintained a polite demeanor, but in this politeness, there was a slight vigilance.

Donner smiled, "Go in and talk?"

"Okay, okay, go in and talk, go in and talk......" Moen's tone suddenly became excited, he was too familiar with this voice, although he didn't dare to recognize each other at the moment, but he had already determined seven or eight points in his heart.

A few minutes later, on the fifth floor of the institute, in the suite where Donner once lived, he and Moen sat across from each other, with Una standing behind him as usual.

"It's still the same......" Donner glanced around the room for furnishings.

"Are you really?" Moen's voice trembled.

"Haven't you ever seen that centrifuge?" asked Donner with a smile.

“...... Teacher, is it really you?!" Moen struggled to stand up, and Donner pushed him back into his chair and said softly, "Sit down, tell me how the institute was doing while I wasn't there?"

Then, wiping tears from his eyes, Moen suppressed his excitement and recounted what had happened inside the institute one by one.

Since Donner's departure, the Bell Institute has been calm, thinking that with the support of the Far North and the Lion Patin, no one in the whole of Middle-earth dares to use their brains here, and the war plan of the Magic Continent will not be rash until after the beast tide.

At Donner's instructions, Moen had maintained a monthly production of fifty "Blessings of Patrick," neither one nor too many. With such a scarce supply, the unit price of the medicine has remained almost always above the original high price. In three years, a staggering amount of wealth has been amassed.

Only a fraction of that wealth was spent on the Institute's day-to-day research, including Downer's plan to increase food production, which was of paramount concern to him.

(Ask for a monthly pass!Ask for a recommended ticket!) (To be continued.) )