"Your Majesty, it's a little more walk to Windmill Town."

"We need to get over there to restock our food and water reserves, and the apprentices and wildebeest are tired and need a night's rest in town."

Morey stood outside the carriage and asked Ron respectfully.

If Ron doesn't agree to take a break, he won't hesitate to let the team move on.

Even if a few wildebeest are exhausted and a few apprentices are starved to death.

Now, Ron's orders are more important to him than anything else, and even if he is asked to kill himself, he will slit his own throat with a smile.

It's not for nothing that seduction and mind control are listed as one of the most disgusting spells in the astral realm.

In many planes, those who learn these two types of magic can directly equate themselves with the forces of evil, so it is only natural that they will be beaten by the righteous forces.

"You can arrange this kind of trivial matter yourself, remember to arrange a separate room for me and Vivien, I don't want to live with a group of humans who haven't bathed for a week."

Ron's calm voice rang in Morey's head.

As for Vivien?

She would take a bath every day in Ron's next dimensional space magic.

Keep her in a fragrant state, and Ron's knee pillow service will be more comfortable.

When Carol found out about this, she protested violently, hoping to bathe with Vivien.

Despite the dusting magic, who wouldn't want a warm soak every night?

Ron had no choice but to let the two of them go in and wash together, anyway, the little magic consumed was not enough to mention.

Unbeknownst to Carroll, this subdimensional space is entirely in the hands of the people who created it.

So......

All true dragons have a magical pair of eyes.

They can see and understand the aesthetics of any race.

Even if the other party is a slug, they can tell which slug is a beauty and which is a rough strong man.

Both Carol and Vivien are "big" beauties, and Ron is convinced of that.

"By the way, it's not far from the king now, don't call me crown in the future, and try to minimize face-to-face communication with me."

"You need to hide our relationship and do everything you can to control everything in the Vasi family and not let others find out about the problem."

"If you really have a problem with me, you can go to Vivien, and she will pass it on to me."

Ron thought for a moment and instructed Morey a few more words.

It is impossible for him to accompany Vivien in the magic academy all the time when he comes to the royal capital this time, and some things need to be arranged.

This time to go to the royal capital, in addition to obtaining a large amount of ordinary magic to forge his crown,

Ron has a few special things to do to pave the way for taking control of the kingdom in the future.

Trying to usurp a kingdom, and the strongest kingdom in the Cullen plane, is not an easy goal.

The information he had learned from Morey during this time alone could have made Ron's brow furrow.

"The Five-Colored Legion, the Court Mage Regiment, the Praetorian Guard..."

The water is very deep in this ancient kingdom.

The strength accumulated over thousands of years is by no means idle.

However, in order to complete the travel goal and quickly improve the strength, there is no way to do it.

There are some things that Ron can't take Vivian to do, all she has to do in the past few years is to work hard to improve her strength, so that she can help herself later.

There is a saying in the astral plane that is widely circulated:

The kindness of the weak is worthless, strength is justice!

Although Ron is not so extreme, he agrees with this statement.

Let her study with peace of mind until she graduates at the age of 18, I think by then, Vivien also has enough strength.

Never underestimate a Dragon Vein Mage!

Their growth is completely incomparable to that of their own family.

Even if it's a dragon vein kobold, give him enough time to grow into a legendary rank!

Vivien had the blood of a legendary iridescent dragon in her veins.

Along the way, in addition to bathing in the sub-plane, Vivien also practiced her magical combat skills in the sub-plane.

She can already be proficient in releasing dragon breath and fireball techniques, and presumably after a while, she can go directly to the Mage Guild to certify as a great magician!

Speaking of actual combat now, Carol is no match for Vivien......

A teacher doesn't have to be stronger than a disciple, this sentence is not very applicable in the other world.

There are several famous cases of murder in the astral plane.

In this world where power is self-serving, the absence of power is also the original sin!

He shook his head, no longer thinking about the strange pair of master and apprentice.

Ron looked at the unpretentious white-stone walls in front of him, with a wooden town gate in the center.

Windmill Town has arrived.

This town lives up to its name.

A number of large wooden windmills can be seen standing in the middle of the town, and the huge windmill fan blades rotate slowly with the breeze.

There is also a small river running along the center of Windmill Town, and you can see women washing rice by the river in the distance...

The town doesn't occupy a very large area, but there are quite a few people and convoys coming in and out of the city.

Probably because it's not too far or too close to Wangdu, it's an important supply point.

"Please pass through here."

Guards in iron armor guided passing vehicles through the narrow city gates.

The convoy of the Academy of Magic lined up with the caravan to enter this peaceful town.

Ron's motorcade had the academy's badge on it, so it was naturally unimpeded and could pass without inspection.

The merchant group behind him also followed.

The old guard guarding the door glanced at the merchant group, didn't say anything, and let it through.

The young guard standing next to him obviously had something to say, but before he could speak, he was stopped by the veteran soldier next to him.

"Tarik, don't you see! It was the emblem of the Royal Capital Academy of Magic. ”

"But captain, the merchant convoy has to ...... when it enters the city."

The veteran interrupted him, glanced at the convoy behind him, and then spoke softly.

"Sometimes, rules can be broken. You don't care about it, just treat it as if you didn't see it. ”

"It's... All right. ”

Although the young guard was a little unconvinced, he also honestly obeyed the captain's orders.

Who made the captain his brother-in-law?

......

Ron's group, who had just entered the city, were surrounded by a group of teenage children.

"Pick me!"

"My lord, I! I! ”

Don't get me wrong, this group of people is a character in every town.

In a past life, they were called guides.

Here, the bards referred to them as "whistles".

Most of the "whistles" are children whose families are poor but cannot do heavy work themselves.

They grew up in the town and are very familiar with it.

Which one has less bread and sawdust, and whose one has enough jerky......

Even the gossip that a widow wants to be a rich man is clear to them.

They usually gather at the city gates to judge whether they are their customers based on the appearance of the people entering the city or the convoy.

After all, if you are a whistle for a poor ghost or a beggar, you will only end up with a handful of muddy air.

A team like the Academy of Magic, which has a mage's grandfather, is their supreme VIP customer.

As we all know, even a magic apprentice in the Kingdom of Roses is not something that poor ghosts can do.

Could it be that the poor would have the money to buy robes and staffs? Got the money to pay for tuition? Got money to buy a magic core?

So as soon as Ron's motorcade entered the door, it attracted almost all the whistles.

The group of teenagers dressed in taupe linen short-sleeved clothes behaved more and more aggressively.

They squeezed desperately forward around the carriage, hoping that the mage in the carriage would see them.

But the strange thing is that in such a crowded situation, none of them dared to touch the carriage directly.

All the whistles formed a circle, but they were just right away from the carriage.

No one dared to touch the car directly.

Whistle is not a safe job.

These experiences are lessons that have been bought with blood.