The Journey of the Rainbow Dragon

"Your Majesty, we will reach Windmill Town after a short walk."

"We need to go over there to replenish our food and water reserves. The apprentices and wildebeest are also very tired and need to rest in the town for a night."

Morey stood outside the carriage and asked Ron respectfully.

If Ron didn't agree to a break, he wouldn't hesitate to let the team move on.

Even if a few wildebeests are exhausted or a few apprentices are starved to death.

Now, Ron's orders were more important to him than anything else. Even if he was asked to kill himself, he would slit his own throat with a smile.

It is not without reason that charm and mind control are listed as one of the most disgusting magics in the astral world.

In many planes, people who learn these two kinds of magic can be directly equated with evil forces, so it is natural for them to be beaten by righteous forces.

"You can arrange such small things yourself. Remember to arrange separate rooms for Vivian and me. I don't want to live with those humans who haven't showered in a week."

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

As for Vivian?

She would take a bath in the magic of the next dimension space every day under Ron's arrangement.

Keep her smelling good and Ron's lap pillow service will be more comfortable.

After Carol found out about this, she protested strongly and hoped to bathe with Vivian.

Dusting magic notwithstanding, who doesn’t want the comfort of a hot bath every night?

Ron had no choice but to let the two of them go in and wash together. Anyway, the little magic power consumed was not worth mentioning.

What Carol doesn't know is that this subdimensional space is completely controlled by the person who created it.

so.

All true dragons have magical eyes.

They can see and understand the aesthetics of any race.

Even if the opponent is a slug, they can still tell which slug is a beauty and which one is a rough and strong man.

Both Carol and Vivian are "big" beauties, Ron is convinced of this.

"By the way, we are not far from the king now. Please don't call me Your Majesty in the future, and try to minimize face-to-face communication with me."

"You need to hide our relationship, do your best to control everything in the Vasi family, and don't let others find out about the problem."

"If you really have any problems to report to me, just ask Vivian and she will convey it to me."

Ron thought for a moment and gave Morey some instructions.

This time when he came to the capital, he couldn't stay with Vivian in the magic academy all the time. Some things needed to be arranged.

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

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

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

Just the information he learned from Morey during this period could make Ron frown.

"Five Color Legion, Palace Mage Corps, King's Imperial Guard."

The water in this ancient kingdom is very deep.

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

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

There are some things that Ron can't do with Vivian. What 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 star world that is widely circulated:

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

Although Ron was not that extreme, he agreed with this statement.

Let her study with peace of mind until she graduates at the age of 18. By then, Vivian will have enough strength.

Never underestimate a Dragon Vein Mage!

Their ability to grow is completely unmatched by their peers.

Even if it is a dragon-veined kobold, given enough time, it is possible for him to grow into a legendary level!

The blood of Vivian's body is the blood of a legendary iridescent dragon.

Along the way, in addition to bathing in the sub-dimensional, Vivian also practiced her magic combat skills in the sub-dimensional.

She can already skillfully release the Dragon Breath Technique and the Fireball Technique. She will probably be able to go directly to the Mage Association to be certified as a great magician in a while!

Speaking of actual combat now, Carol is no longer Vivian's opponent.

The teacher does not have to be stronger than the disciple. This saying does not apply in other worlds.

There are several famous cases of killing masters in the star realm.

In this world where great power belongs to oneself, not having power is also the original sin!

He shook his head and no longer thought about this strange pair of master and disciple.

Ron looked at the plain white stone city wall in front of him, with a wooden town gate in the center.

Windmill town has arrived.

This town lives up to its name.

Several large wooden windmills visible to the naked eye stand in the town, and the huge windmill fan blades rotate slowly with the breeze.

There is a small river flowing along the center of Windmill Town, and you can see women washing clothes and washing rice by the river from a distance.

This small town does not occupy a large area, but there are many people and motorcades entering and exiting the town.

Maybe it's because it's not too far or too close to the capital, and it's an important supply point.

"Please pass through this way."

Guards in iron armor guided passing vehicles through the narrow gate.

The convoy of the Magic Academy and the convoy of the business group lined up to enter this peaceful town.

Ron and his team had college badges on their motorcade, so naturally they were able to pass without any obstructions and without inspection.

The business group behind them also followed closely behind.

The old guard guarding the gate glanced at the business group and let them pass without saying anything.

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

"Tariq, didn't you see it? That's the badge of the Royal Capital Magic Academy."

"But captain, the merchant's convoy needs to enter the city."

The veteran interrupted him, looked at the convoy that was getting further away, and then spoke softly.

"Sometimes, rules can be broken. Just ignore it and pretend you didn't see it."

"Okay."

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

Who makes the captain his brother-in-law?

Ron and his party, who had just entered the city, were surrounded by a group of teenage children.

"Choose me!"

"My lord, me! Me!"

Don’t get me wrong, these guys are characters that every town has.

In previous lives, they were called guides.

Here, the bards call them "whistle".

"Whistles" are mostly 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 sawdust in the bread, and which one has more dried meat?

They even knew the gossip about whose widow wanted to be with a rich man.

They usually gather at the city gate and judge whether the people entering the city or the motorcade are their customers.

After all, if you serve as a whistle for a poor man or a beggar, you will only get a handful of turbid air in the end.

A fleet like the Magic Academy with a mage grandfather is their supreme VIP customer.

As we all know, in the Rose Kingdom, even magic apprentices are not accessible to poor people.

Do poor people have money to buy robes and staffs? Have money to pay for tuition? Have money to buy a magic core?

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

This group of teenagers wearing taupe linen short-sleeved clothes were more active than the other.

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

But the strange thing is that in such a crowded situation, no one of them dared to touch the carriage directly.

All the whistles formed a circle, but kept a proper distance from the car.

No one dared to touch the car directly.

Whistling is not a safe job.

These experiences are lessons learned with blood.