Master Tongtian

At dusk, a master and a disciple came to the edge of the Shimmering Forest.

When he was about to walk out of the shimmering forest, Cyrus suddenly stopped.

Rosen was startled, thinking there was danger, and hurriedly asked: "What's wrong, mentor?"

What awaited was Cyrus' cold warning.

"Boy, listen carefully. Once you get out of the forest, you are not allowed to mention a single word about curses, poisonous insects, and the control of the dead!"

"If anyone comes to you to inquire about my identity, just say that I am a low-level official mage, Cyrus Gogolier. I graduated from the Golden Dawn Academy of Magic in White Sand City in the south. Remember?!"

While speaking, the middle-aged mage stared closely at Rosen's face, his gray eyes flashing fiercely, as if he would kill Rosen if he made a disagreement.

Rosen didn't dare to be careless and nodded vigorously: "I remember, mentor."

"Retell it to me!"

Rosen immediately did so.

After hearing this, Cyrus calmed down his fierce look.

"Not far outside the woods is White Horse Town, which is the fiefdom of Baron Morey. Once I enter the town, I will book a room at the Green Warbler Hotel in the center of the town, and then go out to do business."

"During my absence, you were patiently waiting for me in the room. Before I come back, you are not allowed to leave the room, let alone talk to strangers, remember?!"

"Remember, mentor."

"very good."

The two continued to walk along the forest path, and soon walked onto the road. They walked west along the road for more than half an hour, and they saw a town.

The town was built along the river. Most of the houses in the town were made of wood and were densely clustered within a radius of less than three miles, like a gray-black scar on the earth.

On the edge of the town are large tracts of farmland. There are many simple thatched houses scattered between the farmland, clustered together in the east and west, looking like gray wild mushrooms growing on the plains.

In the far west of the town, there is a rocky plateau with a tall white castle. There are high walls built around the castle and a moat at the bottom of the highland, creating a war fortress that is easy to defend but difficult to attack.

But the most eye-catching thing is not the castle, but a white obelisk on the slope to the right of the castle.

The monument is simple and not high, and cannot be compared with the gorgeous castle.

The strange thing is that the weather is obviously cloudy, and the sky above the castle is obviously covered by thick clouds, but there is a gap in the clouds, and a ray of golden sunlight passes through the gap and shines right on the monument.

At first, Rosen thought it was a coincidence, but after walking for more than half an hour, he discovered that no matter how the clouds changed shape, the breach always existed and the sun always shined.

This is amazing.

Seeing Rosen looking around frequently, Cyrus rarely took the initiative to introduce: "That is Baron Morey's White Stone Castle."

"Where's the stone tablet?"

"That is a god-given stone, and it has received God's golden blessing. As long as the light does not die out, the Morey family will always be the masters of this land."

As he spoke, a hint of disdain appeared on his face: "Golden Blessing. Haha~~~ It's really worthy of the name."

Rosen was startled and didn't understand why Cyrus would behave like this. He asked curiously: "Teacher, is there any problem with the golden blessing?"

Cyrus's face sank slightly: "Curiosity is a virtue, but being too curious can lead to disaster. Now, shut up!"

Rosen could only shut up.

We continued walking for a while, getting closer and closer to the town, and there were gradually more pedestrians on the road.

People seemed to be very afraid of the mage, and everyone automatically stayed five meters away from Cyrus, as if he had an invisible aura around him that could repel people thousands of miles away.

"Teacher, why are people afraid of you?"

Cyrus snorted: "They are just a bunch of ignorant country idiots. There is no need to care about their attitude."

Rosen stopped asking any more questions and just looked around, observing everything in this other world.

After watching it for a while, he felt that it was "dirty" in one word. It was much dirtier than Wild Wolf Village, and the closer it got to the town, the dirtier it became.

The roads are dirty. It was full of black mud, with human and animal feces and household garbage everywhere. You can see people urinating and defecating everywhere, both men and women.

The air is dirty. It was filled with all kinds of odors, including rotten food, feces and urine, musty sewers, etc. It was disgusting.

People are dirtier.

Their hair was messy and greasy, and their bodies exuded a fishy, ​​rancid body odor. When speaking, when he opens his mouth, he can see his big yellow teeth covered with tartar, and at the same time he spits out streams of choking breath.

Coughing and spitting can often be heard in the ears, and quarrels are endless. It seems that everyone is very dissatisfied with life, and the only way to vent their grievances is by shouting loudly.

Along the way, he met hundreds of people, but Rosen could not find a single girl that he could like. Regardless of whether they were young or old, male or female, they were all devastated by life and lost their human appearance.

He couldn't help but think: 'No wonder I picked out a painting at random and it made Cyrus look at it. No wonder he describes ordinary people as country fools. ’

Looking at Cyrus again, he seemed to be used to all this, completely ignoring it and only focusing on his way.

Soon, the two arrived at the center of the town. There was a square here. There was a large well in the center of the square, and the well was crowded with people coming to draw water.

It's even more lively here, with people coming and going, the roads are full of shops, and the open spaces are filled with many small stalls.

Rosen looked carefully and found that there were sellers of fruit bread, clothes, daily necessities, weapons and armor, and even books and paintings. There was a dazzling variety of products.

Walking on the street, all kinds of sounds came to my ears, including the cries of merchants, the sounds of bargaining, and the greetings of acquaintances, one after another, and the air was filled with a thick smoke and smoke from the market.

Cyrus ignored the street vendors' familiar chats and walked straight into a shop called 'Antique'.

When he arrived at the counter, he took out the beauty painting painted by Rosen and handed it over: "Horace~ The painting is for sale, you estimate the price."

Horace was the shop owner. He knew Cyrus. He put on his reading glasses and joked: "Hey, why did Mr. Master change his business to selling paintings?"

After saying that, he turned to look at Rosen: "Well~ I also hired a little assistant."

Cyrus tapped the counter with his finger and said impatiently: "Don't be verbose~ I'm in a hurry."

Horace put on his eyes and picked up the drawing paper to look at it carefully.

As he looked at it, he couldn't help shaking his head and sighing: "The painting is very good and has great charm. Unfortunately, it is an ink painting and the color is too monotonous. I will give you 1 clay at most."

Cyrus was stunned for a moment: "Is this painting worth 1 silver coin? Then how much would it be worth if I used good paint and canvas?"

Horace thought for a moment, then raised his hand to compare the value: "If it is a serious oil painting of the same quality, I can give you 1 crown."

Rosen on the side could clearly feel that Cyrus was breathing heavily.

He saw that the gray-robed mage raised his hand and pressed down the brim of his hat, hiding the expression on his face, and deliberately lowered his voice: "Very good, then get me a set of professional oil painting tools of the best quality. "

"Are you sure you want the best? It's not cheap. A set costs 3 crowns."

Before he finished speaking, Cyrus had already laid out three yellow gold coins on the counter.

The store owner Horace was very surprised, but he obviously knew Salles' character and didn't ask any more questions: "As you wish, Mr. Salles."

After picking up the tools, Sellers took Rosen's arm and walked out of the shop.

Rosen clearly felt that Cyrus's grip was so tight that it even made him feel pain, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

Coming out of the Antique, Cyrus walked skillfully to the right. After walking more than a hundred meters, he arrived in front of a hotel.

There is a flying bird painted on the hotel door number. Through the transparent glass-like window next to the door, you can see that the hotel lobby on the first floor is a tavern. There are many people inside and it seems to be quite lively.

When Rosen opened the door and walked in, he immediately heard a loud noise.

At the same time, a strange smell created by a mixture of alcohol, body odor, food, perfume, etc. rushed toward him. It was warm, sour, and smelly, and it made him sneeze three times in a row.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a girl in a purple skirt walking over gracefully. When she got close, she asked in a seductive tone: "Mr. Master, do you want to have some fun?"

This girl is about sixteen or seventeen years old. She is very good-looking, and would be above 6 points on earth. Especially her figure, which is particularly charming against the low-cut and high-legged dress.

Compared with the ordinary women I saw in the town before, the girl was as beautiful as a fairy on earth.

Cyrus was obviously also attracted. He looked the girl up and down and raised his eyebrows: "New here? I don't think I've seen you before."

The girl covered her mouth and smiled: "Sir, you have a good memory. My name is Lilith and I have just joined the industry."

"Lilith?"

Cyrus repeated the name in a low voice and looked at the girl carefully. Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes that were originally a little intoxicated suddenly became clear.

"Miss Lilith, thank you very much for your kindness. Say hello to Mrs. Patsy for me. Oh, by the way, this is a little gift for you."

As he spoke, he took out a gold crown and quietly put it into the girl's hand.

The provocative look on the girl's face immediately subsided: "Oh, Mr. Master, you are so generous. I wish you a happy life in White Horse Town."

After saying that, she turned and walked away.

Rosen noticed that Cyrus seemed to be secretly relieved.

The mage walked to the counter, opened a room on the second floor of the hotel, went upstairs without stopping for a moment, and hid in the room at a speed close to a trot in the corridor on the second floor.

After entering the house, he immediately closed the door, but did not close it completely. He deliberately left a thin crack in the door, and then he stood quietly behind the door and waited.

After waiting for a quarter of an hour, nothing abnormal happened.

‘Hoo~~’

Cyrus breathed a sigh of relief, his tense body relaxing.

After closing the door, he turned around and stared into Rosen's eyes, warning him word by word.

"Boy, you have to remember that the beautiful women in White Horse Town are poisonous! Don't believe every word they say!"

"Otherwise you'll just wait to be exposed in the wilderness!"