Zhuang Senni rode on the back of her Ice Armored Pig King, and walked at the front with a cold expression. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Behind her, a full twelve papal knights on white horses.

Despite her cold expression, Joseni's mind was racing, thinking about how to frame the little baron as a wizard.

Seven days earlier, her father, Bishop Casa of the Holy See, had received an accusation from Harry Soul that the minor nobles of Giant Bear were wizards.

This made Casa, who had been in a bad mood recently, immediately angry.

Wren had just been scouted by Casa not long ago, and at that time he was judged to be an ordinary person, and Harry's words were undoubtedly a slap in the face.

Thanks to the witch's corpse and gold coins that Harry had brought with him, Casa was spared the punishment.

But later, I don't know what price Harry paid, and Bishop Kasa changed his mind.

So Bishop Casa told her to go to Giant Bear Town and make Wren a wizard in the name of investigation.

......

After two full days, Wren's consciousness nearly collapsed, and the spherical sorcery model finally took shape.

Carefully disconnected himself from the spirit of the witchcraft model, under Wren's worried gaze, the witchcraft model suddenly lit up with brilliant brilliance.

No crashes!

It's done!

Wren was overjoyed.

Sending this "fireball" model of sorcery high into the sea of consciousness, Wren retreated exhausted.

He was sluggish, but there was a smile between his eyebrows.

As soon as his mind moved, a ball of fire appeared in front of him.

Before Wren could be happy, the fireball went out in an instant, and he almost fainted in front of him.

The model used to construct the fireball technique these days has exhausted his mental power, and there is no way to support him to unleash this sorcery.

The bursting sparks splashed dense craters on the ground, burning Wren's clothes into black holes, which only went out when they touched his skin.

After a meal of hard work, Wren went back to his room to sleep.

In the evening, he woke up leisurely, and his depleted mental strength had fully recovered.

This super-fast recovery rate is very different from what is recorded in Diya's notes.

Ordinary wizards deplete their spiritual power, and it takes at least half a month to recover, and this is when they consume medicinal soups that can promote the recovery of mental power.

But Wren only slept for half a day.

He had a vague feeling that he had some connection to the strange tree.

Strange Tree ......

It doesn't look like it's a demon, and it shouldn't do you any harm.

Wren thought to himself.

He got up to wash, controlled the blade to cut off the fine stubble, and the whole person became energetic.

He was going to go around the territory.

Since he came to this world, he has been extremely nervous every day, and he has not really inspected his territory.

To be on the safe side, he carried the Crimson Moon Bow in the black box behind his back and the Crimson Moon Blade pinned to his waist.

The sun, half a circle larger than the Earth, hung in the sky, and a few clouds floated in the sky.

The air is fresh and the stone pillars stand tall.

Wren looked up and saw that there were some large green trees scattered on the endless land, and there were some ridges at intervals.

These large trees are different from the varieties on earth.

The ridges are planted with plants more than a meter tall that can grow like cotton bales, and are wrapped in something similar to the flour of the earth.

This plant is a staple food source in the Solaris world, and according to Wren's translation of the languages of the two worlds, it is called the small bread tree, and it grows small breadfruit.

The yield of the small bread tree was extremely low, and only the nobility could afford to enjoy it. The poor people ate brown bread made of breadfruit shells and leaves, which tasted terrible.

There were some peasants in coarse cloth clothes working in the fields, and when they saw Wren, they were so humble that they wanted to hang their heads in the dirt.

There were some younger children and young women, curious or scratching their heads, secretly looking at Wren.

Wren had little interest in these yellow-skinned women.

For the children, who were no more than seven or eight years old, he gave them a smile and asked the guard Müller to give them some food.

Glancing at these very different styles from the earth, Wren sighed slightly.

There was a large gray bird hovering in the sky.

Wren took the bow and arrow from Müller's hand, aimed it at the big bird, and bent his bow to shoot.

Shout!

The arrows were like lightning, and the big birds in the air fell in the wind.

"Your Excellency is good at archery!" said Mueller, a sycophant.

A half-grown boy neatly picked up the corpse of the gray bird that had fallen in the ridge of the field, and timidly placed it in front of Wren.

Several farmers quietly looked at Wren.

"Go to the iron mines. Wren handed the arrow to Müller and turned back to his horse.

The iron ore was discovered near the border of the Giant Bear Mountains by an old hunter who had worked in other iron mines, and he used this news to exchange ten gold coins from the Baron's Court.

The iron ore had already begun to be mined, and Wren looked from afar and saw billowing smoke and a dense network of men with bare backs.

Wren hadn't seen how iron ore was mined on Earth, but it was certainly not as primitive and extensive as the Otherworld.

After looking at it for a while, Wren turned back.

Half of the sun had sunk into the sky, and only the last rays of light remained on the earth.

A slightly brighter shadow appeared in the sky, it was the moon in this world.

Oil lamps have been lit outside the shops in the town, and the flow of people is a little denser.

When these people saw Wren, they all consciously kept their distance, and all kinds of curious eyes kept falling on him.

This feeling of being watched made Wren a little uncomfortable.

He prefers to study witchcraft by himself in a closed room.

There was a sudden commotion.

"You slut, you dare not listen to me!"

"Ah, please don't hit ......"

"Beat you! I'm going to kill you!"

......

Wren followed the prestige and saw a fat man with a beard a hundred meters away kicking a woman with his foot.

The woman had beautiful burgundy hair, curled up and begging for mercy, and from her bruised and swollen face, it was vaguely clear that she was not bad-looking.

Some of the people around pointed and were glared back fiercely by the man.

"Look at what, what's wrong with Lao Tzu beating his own woman. The man said viciously.

His face was full of flesh and fierce.

Seeing Wren looking, Müller whispered beside him: "My lord, that's the butcher Belu and his wife, and Belu beats his wife like this every few days. ”

"Is there anything wrong with the woman?" Wren asked curiously.

Mueller looked at Wren strangely: "There is nothing wrong with that woman, it's Belu who has a hot temper and will beat the woman up for a little thing, and I heard that he also wants his woman to exchange his body for business, and the woman doesn't agree......"

The corners of Wren's mouth twitched, he didn't expect that the seemingly mighty and majestic man would like others to cuckold him.

But looking at the way Mueller is so accustomed, such a thing seems to be nothing in the other world.

The woman screamed over and over again, blood oozing from the corners of her mouth, and Wren was finally a little overwhelmed.