The Journey of the Rainbow Dragon

"Just you, the other little bastards should spread out and stay out of the way."

The driver who drove the carriage skillfully selected a whistle in the crowd who was obviously well-dressed, crowded and close to the front.

He has short brown hair and looks about eleven or twelve years old. There is some dirt on his hands, but his face is very clean.

Although the linen jacket he was wearing was a little threadbare after being washed, it was not as greasy as the other whistles.

There are also skills in choosing a whistle. Appearance and physical strength are very important points.

If you can't even take care of yourself, where will you find the time to collect information?

"call"

The whistles around him dispersed and went to the caravan to promote themselves.

But compared to the magicians, the business group is too stingy.

They wouldn't pay a single copper if they could.

Even the gods marveled at the greed of the merchants.

Ron and Morey didn't care much about such trivial matters along the way, so they left it to the accompanying coachman.

"Dear Master Mage, your eyes are like the stars in the sky, even the goddess of magic would admire you!"

"Please believe me, I know all the news in Windmill Town, and I will make sure everything is properly arranged for you."

The whistle left behind took the initiative to follow Morey with an attentive smile.

It was obviously the coachman who chose him, but the direction of his courtesy was towards Morey, who was standing behind the coachman.

"We need a clean hotel and some white bread and water. Do you know where to go?"

Morey said expressionlessly.

"Of course, Grandpa the Master."

"A noble person like you definitely can't stay in those rubbish hotels where mice can stick to the tables! Not to mention that the people there are all big-footed mercenaries. I guarantee it will be unpleasant."

"I recommend you the Casa Hotel in the center of the town. It is clean and hygienic. The convoys of the big chamber of commerce will stay there temporarily when they pass by. The proprietress of the hotel is also a winemaker, and her family's wine is delicious."

Whistle kept talking about the information he knew, and his confident and cautious look was very much like the salesman Ron met in his previous life.

When the whistle successfully brings the client to a certain hotel to rest, the owner of that hotel will also reward them with a few copper coins.

These are unspoken rules. If you don’t do them, the whistler will no longer bring people here.

Unless you have only one hotel in that town.

"Then let's go to this one. You go to the front and lead the way."

Morey made the final decision, and then the motorcade followed the whistle toward the center of the town.

Along the way, the whistle tried his best to explain to Morey which bakery was the best in Windmill Town, where there was a hidden black market, etc.

At the end, he lowered his voice and said mysteriously:

"If you have any needs in that area, I can also recommend you the best brothel location. The girls there will guarantee your satisfaction."

What the whistle didn't know was that Morey was now being remotely controlled by Ron. The only person who actually heard these words was Ron and Vivian's master and apprentice in the carriage.

In the carriage, Vivian was blushing with embarrassment, and Carol next to her was looking left and right, looking unnatural.

I can only blame the young man for his vivid description of the scene.

It would be a pity not to write novels.

"Isn't it just a prostitute? What's all the fuss about?"

Ron complained in his mind that he saw a lot of this kind of thing when he went out to open the map.

Even at the edge of the World of Warcraft Forest, you will encounter men and women who are reluctant to pay for a house.

Tsk tsk.

"Okay, I don't need these things. Take us to the hotel quickly."

"Yes, my lord"

Seeing Morey's impatient look, the whistle immediately closed his mouth and concentrated on leading the way.

Observing words and emotions is an essential skill for them.

Without his explanation, the world suddenly became much quieter.

After walking for about ten minutes, they arrived at the entrance of Kasha Hotel.

When the plump boss lady saw the business coming, she stepped forward with a smile on her face and warmly entertained Morey and his party.

"I need four large guest rooms. Remember to prepare hot water for bathing!"

"Also, prepare lunch for the distinguished mage grandpas. Remember to have good white bread."

The whistle shouted as he walked. These requirements were told to him by Morey on the way.

"Welcome. Master mages, please come in and take a rest. I will prepare food right away. I will ensure that you will be satisfied."

The landlady responded skillfully and secretly handed over a silver coin as she passed by.

The whistle understood and worked harder.

The magic apprentices got out of the car one after another, jumped out of the car, and followed Morey.

After walking for such a long time in the dull carriage, they couldn't wait to come out for some air.

Ron used Transfiguration to shrink to the size of a finger and lay on Vivian's hat, looking like a crystal ornament.

Revealing the body of a real dragon will attract attention. Although Ron is not afraid of trouble, he does not want others to regard him as a mascot.

If you become human.

Ron didn't really want to change into a human form. He had tried changing once before and the feeling of restraint made him feel uncomfortable.

The most important thing is that after a real dragon turns into a human form, it usually retains one of its own characteristics.

For example, the red dragons mostly look like mercenaries with ferocious faces, the black dragons look like middle-aged men with deep faces, the golden dragons look like knights with a strong sense of justice, and so on.

And what Ron retains is unparalleled beauty!

This makes his human appearance seem somewhat androgynous.

Ron felt bad and a bit effeminate, so he refused to change into human form for the time being.

The landlady arranged for several waiters to take Ron and his wildebeests and vehicles away and place them properly.

Here is a cross-shaped street intersection, with a white crescent fountain building in the center of the road.

At this time Ron's eyes were staring at the woman sitting under the fountain.

"Who is that?"

Ron manipulated Morey to ask.

The whistle followed the direction of Morey's finger and saw the woman in red sitting under the fountain.

She looked to be about thirty or forty years old, wearing a long red sweater, with long black wavy hair hanging down behind her.

She sat quietly on the stone platform beside the fountain, surrounded by people coming and going: mercenaries, naughty children, businessmen, apprentices...

People passed by her in a hurry, either eager to leave here, get rid of all the constraints, and travel; or they were eager to return here, return to all kinds of comfort, and get rid of travel.

"Oh, sir, do you mean Monica? She is a poor woman who has been waiting there for her husband to return."

Ron became interested and manipulated Morey to continue asking:

"Where is her husband? Where is he now?"

"I don't know that either."

"I heard from people in the town that her lover was a mercenary who disappeared during a crusade more than ten years ago. There was no news of her lover ever again."

"Monica, who couldn't wait for the news, eventually became a madman. Everyone was afraid of her. She barely survived with her mother's help."

"She would wait there every day for her husband to come back. I heard that this was the agreement she made with her husband before he disappeared."

Ron listened to the story quietly, but his eyes never left the woman.

His dragon eyes glowed slightly with magical power, and multiple detection magics were applied to them.

The world in his eyes gradually turned gray and white, and the layers of clothes worn by passers-by could no longer block his gaze.

Monica's body was seen through by him.

There was something strange in that woman's heart.

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