"No, I haven't seen the little princess for a long time, and I'm going to take her down in one fell swoop when I go back this time. Seeing that Myron was going to arrange an errand for him again, Isaac hurriedly shook his head and vetoed it, saying that he still had "serious business" to do.

Myron smiled and said, "The little princess is there, and she won't run away, but I heard that the Song of the Mist will pass through Stuart in half a month, and stay there for 3 days." If you don't go, your goddess will run away!Tsk, it's okay, I've heard you talk about your demon dance goddess for a long time, and I'll tell you the truth about their performance when I get back. ”

Isaac has been fighting with Myron recently, and the news is inevitably ill-informed, and when he heard the news that Song of the Mist was going to Stuart, it was as if he had been caught by Myron's soft underbelly, and his attitude immediately took a 180-degree turn. He said that men should focus on their careers and not be burdened by their children's affections.

Then Isaac thought for a moment and said, "Wait, you've been fighting a war too, how did you know the news of the Song of the Mist?"

"This news came from Tom, who knows that you like the Cherry Blossom Dance, so he always keeps an eye out for the news of the Song of the Mist. He meant to inform you, but I knew before you, hehehe. Myron chuckled evilly.

"What are you talking about?What are the Song of the Mist and the Falling Cherry Blossom Demon Dance?" Seeing that the two were chatting, Wendy finally couldn't help but ask.

"Let me explain. Isaac took the question ahead of Myron, "There's no one else here who knows them better than I do. Isaac said confidently.

"Song of the Mists is a troupe in the Principality of Libya and the best troupe in the Central Twelve Duchies. They do 1-2 tours a year, and the routes are random. Since the Principality of Libya is located far away from us in the East of the World Tree, if you want to see them perform, you have to wait for their touring party to pass by. Isaac said.

"The cherry blossoms are drunk, and the demon dance flies with the wind. This poem is written by the two lead singers of the Song of the Mist, the Falling Cherry Blossom Demon Dance and the Thousand Drunken Remnants. They not only have a heavenly singing voice, but also a bewitching dance posture that kills all beings in seconds. It is said that anyone who witnessed them perform on the same stage later died. Isaac smiled evilly.

"All dead?" said Wendy, frightened by the strange event.

"Well, they're all happy to die. Successfully tricked Wendy, Isaac looked excited.

He continued: "My goddess is naturally the Falling Cherry Blossom Demon Dance, and it is not an exaggeration to call her the first beauty of the Principality of Libya. And her dance partner is drunk and remnant, as a man, she is even more enchanting than the demon dance, watching them dance on the same stage is like watching two women in ...... Ahem. Isaac didn't finish his sentence, because he noticed that Myron's vision was already a little unkind.

"You ...... "Wendy was a little anxious when she heard that Myron was going to see a beautiful woman, and that she was such a bewitching beauty. But after thinking about it, Myron seems to be doing business, but looking at beautiful women is only done incidentally. So she changed her words and said, "I...... , I'm going too!"

"The road was very hard, and we will follow the convoy this time, and it will take 10 days to walk. Myron doesn't seem to want Wendy to follow

"I'm not afraid! I'm ...... , I also want to see the performance of Song of the Mist. "Wendy has found a very suitable reason for herself, women are like that, the more you don't let her go, the more she wants to go.

Myron saw that Wendy had already made up his mind to follow him, so he had to resign himself to his fate and said, "Okay, let's set off tomorrow morning, take 20 experienced warriors, and ride back to the Chamber of Commerce headquarters directly." ”

After making work arrangements, everyone also left one after another, allowing Myron to have a good rest. However, Myron woke up and recovered well, and didn't feel that she needed anything to rest. So, he began to carefully recall the details of yesterday's battle, and found that he had really gained a lot of knowledge. The invader's fighting can no longer be called martial arts, it can be called a fighting art, and the way he wields his power is unheard of by Myron.

The fighting methods of those giant creatures are useless for Myron to learn, but the intruder has briefly transformed into an elf, and although it has become smaller, its lethality has not weakened at all, as can be seen from her bare hands tearing through Titans that are more than 10 meters tall. Myron carefully jotted down the details of the battle and began to simulate it. Half an hour later, Myron found that it didn't work, and that he was still as weak as before.

However, it is not completely unrewarding, because of the extensive use of high-level magic, Myron's understanding of magic has reached a fairly high level. Myron felt that the amount of magic he used in those tens of minutes should be more than the total amount of magic used by a mage in a year. After all, the Magister doesn't have to cast magic all the time, but he is like a submachine gun, and he doesn't have to worry about the loss of magic power at all.

Immediately after, without using any spells, Myron casually pinched a wind blade out, only to see that this wind blade, which used to take a full 10 seconds to be compressed into its final form, now only takes 2 seconds, and it has been compressed to the extreme. Myron threw it away, and the wind blade flew straight towards the vase on the table. It's just that at the moment when he was about to cut to the vase, he miraculously drew an arc, bypassing the vase and hitting the wall directly.

Immediately afterward, Myron sent another fireball instantly, and as the fireball exploded, Myron found that the power of this instantaneous fireball was even more powerful than the fireball he had sent out after two seconds of chanting.

Myron nodded with satisfaction: "In short, the spell casting speed is faster, and it is much faster." This is the gap between the Magister's understanding of magic and that of ordinary people, right?"

Although he is still at the level of a level 2 knight and a level 2 magician, his understanding of combat is no longer what it used to be. Myron felt that if someone wanted to try his hand now, he would definitely be able to give them an unforgettable memory.

Early the next morning, Myron called Isaac and Wendy and set off for the Chamber of Commerce headquarters with 20 elite soldiers. Because the road was built to allow horseback riding, the walking time that would have taken 3 days was compressed to 1 day, and they even made it in time for dinner.

"According to your orders, the name of the store in each city is different, and the name of the store in Stuart City is called the Naik Store, and the original plan was to hire the Brulu mercenary group to deliver the goods. We can cancel this order and be personally escorted by the fighters you brought. Tom was debriefing. The Chamber of Commerce's previous cargo transportation was entrusted to the Brulu mercenary group, and as for why the name of the store was deliberately changed, it could only be attributed to the elegant and coquettish intuition of a conspirator.

"Okay, I've transferred Kenny back to take over the defense and transportation of the Chamber of Commerce, and the future transportation will all be done by our own people. By next month, I will send these skilled workers to various cities to set up mature workshops in the local area, so that we can save a lot of money by eliminating the logistics process. Myron said.

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The next morning, Myron checked the equipment and cargo for the trip, and waited for Wendy at the Chamber of Commerce headquarters.

"Myron, the woman next to Wendy seems familiar. Just when everyone was waiting impatiently, Isaac saw three figures coming from a distance on horseback......

"What do you mean by déjà vu? That's Minyanne! Damn, that intermittent neuropathy is here too. "Minian is definitely not a psychopath, no matter who she is in front of, Minian will always be a cold goddess image. It's just that in Myron's opinion, they were targeted by Minian three times and twice when they didn't know each other, so they had such prejudices. Myron naturally won't remember that the beauty he had seen all over the time when he bathed in the creek was Minian herself.

"Miss Minnie, what kind of wind brought you here?" Although Isaac likes beautiful women, he still has some hostility towards this beautiful woman.

"Hmph, Miss Ben is traveling with her best friend, do I still need to ask you?" After she said these words, her eyes did not look at Isaac, but looked at Myron defiantly.

Myron was confused by her play, but if you think about it seriously, they really don't have any deep hatred, and the two conflicts ended up with each other's losses. If you can take this opportunity to turn hostility into friendship, it will also be a good thing.

And Myron also knows a truth, if she wants to soak Wendy, it is absolutely impossible not to solve the best friends around her. Otherwise, Minian will say something bad about Myron from time to time, and after a long time, Wendy's simple personality will naturally believe it. Of course, it is not excluded that what Minian said was originally the truth.

Since he was in the spirit of having a good relationship, Myron simply put down his posture and said, "I have prepared a carriage, if the two young ladies don't dislike it, how about traveling by car?"

Minian didn't expect that Myron didn't face her at all, so that she didn't have room to play the lines she had thought of, so she could only hum angrily: "Hmph, whoever rarely sits in your carriage, I'll just ride the horse myself." ”

A sturdy man who came over next to him whispered: "Miss, the 10-day journey is very hard to ride a horse, and taking a carriage is not a bad choice, not to mention that this carriage looks very comfortable." "This man's name is Marshall Pigou, a knight of level 8, and he is Minian's bodyguard on this trip. He looked to be about 25 years old and looked very capable.

"Don't worry about it, Miss Ben won't take his carriage, let's go. With that, Minian turned around and headed in the direction of the east gate of the city.