At the gates of the sunny city of Laligne, a few guards lazily enjoyed the midday sun, drawing a rare touch of comfort from the ultraviolet rays. By the way, I complained about the lord's recent salary cut policy, which made their already meager income even tighter!

After a two-day trip, the group finally came to the nearest city to Dole Village.

And their arrival broke the originally calm and harmonious atmosphere in front of the city gate.

The formation of the original long queue dispersed, and everyone's eyes were attracted by Ram and his party.

The leader of the convoy was obviously the young man, about eighteen to twenty-five years old, gorgeously dressed, with a white robe embroidered with a cloud pattern, just by looking at the material of the clothes, this man was not an ordinary person.

Not to mention, his appearance is extremely outstanding. His eyebrows were stiff, his slender eyes shone like obsidian, his thick black hair was shiny over his shoulders, and his skin was as white as snow and shone like pearls in the sun.

The most eye-catching thing is Ram's dusty temperament, anyone who takes a second look will know that this son is not extraordinary.

At the end of the procession, the captured knights surprised the onlookers, while the villagers of Dole ignored them.

In the face of such a strange group, everyone had a curious look on their faces, and Bu Youde was all attracted, and they all whispered about the origin of Ram and his party.

"Those who want to enter the city should line up, get out of the way and let Lord Hairo pass." The guards stationed at the gates shouted.

The crowd moved out of the way, and was greeted by a middle-aged man in a bright orange robe with a hood, with narrow eyebrows and a gloomy expression, holding a short two-foot-long wooden staff.

Approaching a certain distance, the middle-aged man smiled and bowed deeply to Ram gracefully.

"Hello, unknown chantrel of magic! Below is Hero Thomson, who served the Lord of Lalinene. ”

Seeing this, Ram also imitated the other party's movements and returned a salute.

"Greetings, Your Excellency Harinne! Under is Ram M. D. Justin, you can just call me Ram. I am a scholar who travels around the world and delves into the path of demons. ”

"Mr. Ram, what's going on behind your back, and when is this trip?" Harinne lifted his short wooden staff and pointed, his face visibly puzzled and curious.

"When I traveled to the vicinity of the village of Dore, I discovered that the Imperial soldiers were carrying out a brutal invasion and brutal slaughter of the villagers, and I took action, these were captured after surrender."

Ram said with an angry look on his face.

"Your Excellency Ram is really a righteous man who hoes the strong and helps the weak, and he must not tolerate this evil act of slaughtering innocent people. You've done a great job. ”

In this regard, Harinne was also filled with righteous indignation, his eyes contained indignation, and he said in an extremely hateful tone: "You have really done a very happy deed, and you must not tolerate this evil act of slaughtering innocent people." Your Excellency Ram, you are really a righteous gentleman who hoes the strong and helps the weak. ”

Ram waved his sleeves, shook his head, and said lightly: "It's nothing, I just can't bear to see such evil deeds happen!" In addition to handing over the captives to the lord this time, these villagers of Doer Village also have something to ask for. ”

The main purpose of the villagers of Dole this time is to report the matter to Laligne and cancel the tax burden this year.

Harinje only glanced at the plainly dressed villagers, then waved the guards guarding the city gates and asked them to take the villagers down with the knight captives.

"Lord Ram, don't leave it at that!"

After saying that, the chief of Dor's village gave up his hand, and Nine took the knight captives into the city with the villagers and guards.

Ram didn't have anything to say about this, he helped the villagers to help him as evidence, so that he could have an excellent identity and integrate into the circle of the kingdom's top leaders. His plan has been completed, so naturally he will not care if they stay or not.

So he smiled and waved goodbye to the people of Dore.

The two walked through the tall city gate, and Ram was greeted by a small inner city, which was obviously similar to the ancient fortifications used by Ram in his previous life, the urn city. Then you will see an extremely spacious avenue.

The streets were full of people, and countless vendors on both sides of the road set up temporary sheds in front of their houses, and the bosses were all working hard to make a vigorous shouting at the pedestrians on the street.

The young man was attracted by the delicate craftsmanship of an elderly woman and wanted to buy a dress for his lover. The old woman and the vendor chattered and chattered about buying fresh vegetables at a lower price.

Led by Harinje, Ram naturally accepted the attention of others and crossed the street.

As the two walked by, the street was noticeably quieter. The bosses who kept enthusiastically selling their products to passers-by did not have a single one to pester the Ram two.

It wasn't until the two of them walked away that the time on the street seemed to recover from the freeze and became more lively, and what they saw today would become the talk of tea and dinner again.

Downtown.

Half an hour later, Harinne and Ram stopped in front of a small three-story shop.

Ram looked around.

There are several shops in the vicinity that are open for business, and you can see customers coming in and out. Looking to the side a little, there were a few workers in work aprons moving things. But there are not many of them. This place is obviously cleaner than the street where the small traders and vendors set up their stalls at the city gate.

After Ram entered the shop, he learned that the place where Harinje had brought him was a hotel.

The person he had searched for his soul could only write imperial characters, so naturally Ram couldn't read the signboard in front of the hotel.

Harinne stepped up two steps and reached for the double door to open, and Ram followed him into the store.

The windows of the store are open, and the indoor light is relatively abundant, which is no different from the brightness of the outside, and it is not bright or dark.

On the first floor of the restaurant is the dining area, which has a counter. In front of the counter, you can see customers sitting around several round tables, almost all of them are men of the same size.

All eyes were focused on the two who pushed the door in, and those eyes seemed to be judgmental. But apparently, neither of them had any intention of paying attention.

But the scene in the hotel made Ram frown slightly.

Although Ram had been mentally prepared before crossing into this world, this place was even more filthy than he had imagined.

There were food scraps everywhere, bugs on the ground that he didn't recognize, strangely colored stains on the walls, strange moldy objects in the corners, and strange smells mixed together in addition to the smell of sweat.

This is part of the so-called medieval elements of the White Jade Gate!

Ram couldn't help but sigh in his heart and looked at the shopkeeper behind the counter.

It was a man as strong as an orangutan, with a dirty apron, scars on his muscular arms peeking out from under his rolled sleeves and his shiny bald head. Obviously, before he opened the store, he should have been engaged in a violence-related industry.

The man, who was more like a bodyguard than the boss, wiped the counter with a rag in one hand, and greeted Harinne cordially when he saw him.

"Harinje, long time no see, what are you doing here?"

A very majestic voice came, like a bell.

"Hey, old man, help me open a single room for Lord Ram, it's better."

The strong boss and Harrine seem to be old acquaintances, and seeing him say this, it seems that Ram is a great guy. took the initiative to waive the money for opening the room, and told Ram what service he wanted, and he would do his best.

After Harinne told Ram that he would inform the lord of Ram's affairs before contacting Ram, he left first.

Inside a single room

The kerosene in the oil lamp on the table burned silently, illuminating the center of the room, and the corner of the wall in the distance was dim.

Ram instigated the law and placed soundproofing and prohibition in the room.

Then he sat down on the bed with his knees crossed and began his first cultivation in this magical world.

Ram slowly closed his eyes, and after his breathing was even, he calmed his mind, hugged Yuan Shouyi, and put his mind into his body.

The next moment, the scene of his own dantian was displayed in his mind.

The sky above the dantian was pitch black, and below was a calm sea of True Yuan.

The water is blue, the sea is as calm as a mirror, and the water level is almost half of normal. Since Ram crossed into this world, the true element has increased unabated.

And every drop of true essence is incomparably precious, because it is the root of a cultivator and the source of strength. It is by relying on the true element that the cultivator can use spells and live forever.

Withdrawing from the dantian, Ram opened his eyes, took out a high-grade spirit stone from the storage bag, and held it in the palm of his hand.

This wood-tied spirit stone exudes a faint cyan brilliance, only the size of a palm, and it looks so small.

Ram's mind moved, and he continuously drew spiritual energy from it and merged into his dantian.

The delicate brilliance on the surface of the spirit stone slowly dimmed. After the spiritual energy was refined, the true element sea level in his body continued to rise at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

Ram was single-minded, he wrapped a trace of true yuan around the Yuan Shen, and a warmth surged into his heart, this warm feeling was like the winter sun, which made people feel lazy.

At the same time, he used the true element to constantly temper the physical body. It hits the flesh like a hammer, and then it is nourished by the true element, and the cycle repeats.

Time is ticking.

The kerosene in the lamp burned less and less, and the fire became dimmer and dimmer. The crescent moon outside the window has slowly fallen, and then a new day has arrived.