The Journey of the Rainbow Dragon

The release of Twelve Trials seems to have little to do with the Nika Zone.

People here are fighting for survival.

It doesn't matter to them who the next king is.

It's just that one master has been replaced by another.

Perhaps the most noticeable change is in the many cheap taverns in the Nyika district.

The mercenaries began to talk about the latest news about the Twelve Trials.

The news is fresh and urgent.

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Nika District

Outside the Fifth Ring Road

Street 443.

This is a forgotten old tavern hidden deep in the Nika district.

The wooden structure of the tavern has become brittle due to the erosion of time.

The signboard above the door has become blurry.

I could only barely make out the letters "Old John's Tavern".

Enter the tavern.

The lights were dim, and the old tapestries on the walls were stained by soot.

The surfaces of the tables and chairs were worn and uneven, and the glass of the windows was covered with dust.

In the corner, a gray candle was placed on a wooden tala, emitting a faint light.

Most of the guests in the tavern are wandering adventurers and mysterious magicians.

They either talked loudly or were silent, with gloomy expressions.

There are some scimitars and magic wands hanging on the walls of the tavern.

These are all commodities.

They often come from contributions from travelers.

They tried their best to reach the royal capital,

Because they were short of money, they had no choice but to sell their weapons or armor.

Although the appearance is not very good, the drinks in Old John's Tavern are unparalleled.

Fine wines from various places are placed on the counter, making people linger.

The owner of Old John's Tavern is Old John.

He is a handsome old man with long flowing hair, tall stature and a deep expression.

Although he looks over fifty years old, his mental and physical state shows a wonderful resilience.

No matter what time of day, this man is always behind the counter, holding an old book in his hand, quietly watching each customer.

The chef behind the bar is a middle-aged man.

He was stewing beef from a rice pot, and the aroma was fragrant.

The food tastes so delicious that guests can't help but suck their fingers.

“Another glass of coconut wine!”

"Damn, I'm going to be really bad today! I almost got caught by a little girl while I was grabbing a piece of bread."

"I'm going to kill the three-headed basilisk tomorrow. Which of you wants to be the king?"

"."

A tavern without a few braggadocios would be like Jerusalem without Tifa.

As the mercenary king said,

Sound and wine are the lifeblood of the mercenaries.

At Old John's Tavern, these braggadocious loudmouths always keep up their routine and use their unique ways to attract others' attention.

They tell amazing stories and legends, attracting an audience of other mercenaries and adventurers.

Sometimes, they are interrupted by others or get into arguments with others.

Then Old John will appear, his deep voice calming the whole scene.

He would advise guests to remain calm and reiterate that the tavern was a peaceful place and would not tolerate any violent behavior.

At this time, all the guests would stop what they were doing and listen quietly to Old John's words, as if there was a mysterious power behind his words.

"I heard that the fourth prince who left the royal capital long ago is ready to set off to find the three sea monsters?"

"Doesn't he already have a territory? Does he still want to compete for the throne?"

"What do you know? His Majesty the King said that anyone who completes all twelve trials can become a king!"

"You said, if we complete the trial, right?"

"Hahaha, why did Watson fall asleep in broad daylight?"

"Hmph, if I become the king, I will definitely regain my right to the first night. How comfortable it would be to lie on a different woman every day!"

"Come on, with your small body, it's more reliable to buy an old goat."

"I'm telling you, after that big-assed chick on 78th Street got laid."

It seems that if you continue to listen, you will only gain some useless information.

Morey dropped a silver coin on the greasy wooden table, then stood up and left.

The waiters in the tavern who passed by bowed respectfully and saluted him.

“Ding-dang-dang-dang-”

The bell hanging at the door of the tavern bid farewell to the seventy-year-old mage.

A week later.

This mage, who had been reclusive since returning to the capital, left the magic academy for the first time.

No one knows that Teacher Morey, who usually likes to touch female students,

Why did I plunge into the [Tasar Great Library] as soon as I returned to the royal capital and couldn't come out?

And he was acting a little weird in the library.

Morey looked around carefully and made sure no one was around.

Picking up a book is like a quantum reading.

"Crash-"

The pages of the book flash by quickly

Morey's eyes remained motionless.

It takes less than 5 seconds to finish reading a book.

lay down,

Pick up another one.

What goes around comes around.

In just one week, Morey had read through all the books on the first two floors of the Tasar Grand Library.

To know.

This largest library in Karen, which collects millions of magic books, miscellaneous biographies, novels, and epics, only has 7 floors.

【The ability of photographic memory is really useful.

——Ron]

If it hadn't been for the gift from the third prince, he would probably still be immersed in the ocean of knowledge and unable to extricate himself.

The third prince was going to send the slave girl directly to Morey's house as a reward for completing the task.

But due to the influence of the Twelve Trials, Morey had to pick it up in person.

Morey walked quietly on the streets of Nika District.

Unlike the splendid Opal District, you can feel the humid atmosphere in the air here.

The houses on both sides of the street are very old and some of the buildings look almost collapsed.

However, they all exude a quiet and mysterious atmosphere.

Some building walls are also engraved with runes from ancient times, reminiscent of the glorious past of arcane mages.

It was an era when arcana and gods danced together.

It is a pity that most of the arcane magicians have become the dust of history and disappeared in the Karen plane.

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Today, Morey came out with the task issued by Ron.

I only asked for information in the tavern because I was on my way.

After one hour.

Morey walked through a dilapidated street and turned into a dark alley.

"Nika District 43 Street 69."

Thinking back to the address given by the third prince.

Morey checked them one by one in the alley.

Finally he came to an inconspicuous house with closed doors and windows.

"This is it."

"Dong dong"

"Dong dong dong!"

He knocked twice quickly on the wooden door, then knocked hard three times, and then stood at the door and waited quietly.

One minute later.

"coming."

The heavy door was pushed open with a creak.

The figure behind the door turned around, swung his white robe, and saw a young man in simple clothes standing behind the door.

He had a hint of a professional businessman's smirk on his face, looking both friendly and cautious.

"Welcome, I am Bond, and you are Mr. Morey, right?"

Morey nodded, and then Bond gestured for him to come in.

"boom!"

As Morey entered, the wooden door was tightly closed, and a ray of magic flashed through.

The space inside the door is surprisingly wide.

You can see several strong men carrying several large wooden boxes in the yard to a separate room.

Morey followed Bond into the central room.

The house is very spacious.

The floor was paved with dark brown stone slabs, and a bright silver lamp hung on the wall.

One wall is lined with shabby bookshelves filled with various books and family photos and children's drawings.

Although the house is a bit old, everything is well organized and tidy by the owner.

The gray floor tiles and white walls were as clean as if they had just been painted, and the windows had been polished brightly. Even in this slum area, it looked particularly bright.

Bond welcomed Morey into the living room, and then said with a flattering smile:

"Please sit down, and I hope Lord Morey will forgive me."

"Because this batch of goods arrived in a hurry, many birds haven't been trained yet."

"You also know, over there with the King of Opal District."

"Don't move around yet, I need to clean up and I'll be back soon."

Morey nodded and allowed him to leave to prepare.

Bond bowed respectfully and left.

When he went out and turned left, a few fat guys outside the door came over.

Bond winked.

A few people understood and pushed open the iron door behind them.

The room was empty except for a heavy wooden board.

Several people stood in fixed positions.

"Zhiqua——"

The four of them worked together to pull open the two-meter-long square thick wooden board, revealing a dark tunnel entrance.

"Take it easy."

As the four people entered the tunnel one after another,

The thick wooden plank that had been moved aside suddenly floated up on its own, covering the hole.

"Boom, boom, boom"

It was as if the sound of the heart came from the ground, and then calmness returned.