Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 151 Country Road
The last bright days of autumn have also passed.

The air is filled with the chill of winter, and the trees that once shone in the sun with their gold, red and orange leaves are now nothing but skeleton-like branches, shrouded in bright skies.

On one of the roads leading from the Goblin Wasteland to the border of the Kingdom of West, Brian drove the gray steed leisurely forward.

He rode past the last fence and came out into the rolling green fields blown by the breeze—the avenues of winter wheat and lettuce, and as far as he could see, cultivated land stretched out in every direction.

The carriage full of live animals coming from the opposite direction passed him, and looked at the rider on the trail with surprised eyes.

Feeling the tranquility and tranquility of the country lane, Brian couldn't bear to let the sound of galloping horses' hoofs destroy this comfortable atmosphere.

He comforted his mount, then took out a magic book, flipped through the interpretation on his own, and let the horse walk forward leisurely.

A group of beautiful girls carrying grass rakes waved to him, making bursts of laughter and explicit ridicule, but he ignored them and remained immersed in the magic book "Arcane Geometry".

He looked so serious that he didn't even notice that he was passing a herd of unyokeed cattle, their heads hanging sadly, looking at the mud and dung on the ground.

Although his horse's speed was very slow, the houses of the village gradually disappeared from sight.

Soon, he turned over a forested hill and came to a flat country road with crops planted.

When the afterglow of the setting sun was about to disappear on the horizon, he smelled the aroma of food wafting from the nearby farmhouse.

Brian finally realized something, immediately put away the books, looked up and looked around, intending to find a suitable foothold in the surrounding villages.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed a carriage running towards him from behind, and an instinctive intuition made him think that the other party was looking for him.

So he looked back, the carriage was pulled by two chestnut-colored pony horses, and because it was not loaded with goods, he quickly came to him.

"Call-"

The driver stopped his horse behind him. This was a middle-aged man with a weather-beaten face. He was wearing a sheepskin coat and a straw hat on his head, "Praise the gods, I finally caught up with you , Your Excellency the Adventurer."

"Catch up with me?" Brian couldn't help being startled, and then responded, "Same praise, what do you want from me?"

He looked down at the uninvited guest condescendingly.

This is an extremely ordinary farmer.

From the fact that his right leg was casually placed flat on the cart, and the other leg was bent to support it, it can be seen that the opponent's right knee was injured and suffered from sequelae of inconvenient movement.

"Your Excellency, Adventurer, don't you know me?" The driver took off his straw hat, stroked the hair that blocked his sight, and said loudly:
"My name is Yarman. I found you in Blackstone Castle. If you hadn't run too fast and my carriage was full of goods, I would have called you. Praise the gods, let me be in Oak Town When I met you, when I unloaded all the cargo, I immediately followed your footsteps non-stop, before dark, I can be regarded as catching up."

"Arman?" Brian let go of the rein, let his mount run to the side of the road and gnawed on the turf boredly, and said to him, "I'm very sorry, I don't know you."

"It doesn't matter if you don't know me, as long as I know you."

The driver named Yarman didn't care and said: "Your Excellency, do you still remember what happened in the Goblin Wasteland five years ago?"

"What's the matter?" Brian looked at the simple face of the driver, recalling his experience of passing through the Goblin Wasteland five years ago, as if he vaguely remembered something.

"Have you forgotten, Your Excellency?" Arman said:

"Five years ago, a bald man with mischievous eyebrows and a few rogue followers stopped a farmer's truck and dragged out a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl. His accomplice held down his father, and the bald man tore the girl apart. dress, clamoring that it is time for her to see what a real man is.

Your Excellency patted his horse forward and said that he could show him what a real eunuch is. The bald man let go of the struggling girl, picked up a long knife and rushed towards you. I was terrified at the time, but your long With a swing of the sword, in the blink of an eye, the bald man fell to the ground. He dropped his weapon, clutched his bloody crotch, and screamed. The rest of the hooligans also ran away, and you pinched your feet Horse belly, walk away in a chic way..."

"So you are the father of that girl." Brian smiled and said, "It's been five years, and it's rare that you still remember it so clearly."

In fact, during the first year when he traveled to the mainland, his sense of justice was still very strong. Like a paladin, he acted as a knight-errant, full of firmness, enthusiasm and faith, and wanted to fight in this land full of monsters and monsters. Fantasy world protect the innocent and save the world.

However, this sense of justice fades over time.

Those chilling incidents that he experienced personally warned him over and over again: don't show off your skills, don't uphold justice, let alone play knight errant or uphold the law, as long as you work for experience and money.

The ideal is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

This is like those bridges that always surprise us in movies.

As we sat in the movie theater with popcorn and Cokes.We all know that no matter how thrilling it is, Spider-Man will defeat Doctor Octopus, and no matter how twists and turns, the prince will be with Cinderella in the end.

But life is not like this. Before it gently puts a bomb in your palm, it has already pasted a cursed talisman on your back.

This is also the fundamental reason why Brian has respect for the paladins from the bottom of his heart, and sometimes he hates them so much.

"Praise the gods, you finally remembered." Alman said excitedly:

"Although we only had a quick glimpse that day, and you were still wearing a hood, five years have passed, your outfit and the back of your horse have not changed much, especially the black eyes that you inherited from the elves, I was so impressed, I knew I was absolutely right.”

Brian was a little surprised that the farmer could so confidently recognize his face just by meeting him five years ago.

It can be seen from this that this guy should have some kind of memory talent.

There are some strange talents and specialties in this world, which is not a strange thing.

Because many of these abilities are innate, it seems that some people are born with unexpected intuitions about treasure hunting, and some people have innate abilities beyond ordinary people in searching, listening, and perceiving.

He has even seen ordinary people with natural supernatural powers or superintelligence.

"I appreciate your kindness. May the gods bless you, simple Mr. Arman." Brian greeted with a smile, ready to leave.

"Your Excellency, wait a minute!" Seeing that Brian was about to leave, Alman greeted quickly:

"It's getting late, my house is not far ahead, how about staying with me for the night? I still have a spare room in my house, why should I send it to my door to be blackmailed by those innkeepers? Most of them discriminate against non-human races , are a bunch of thieves! We can chat and give me a chance to kneel before you gratefully before my precious daughter kisses the hands of her savior."

"Okay." Brian could feel the sincerity in the other person's words, so he nodded in response, "Then I'll bother you. As for the gratitude and the kiss, I'll skip it."

"Your Excellency, tie your horse to the carriage and sit in it." Seeing Brian's promise, Arman quickly spread the straw piled on the carriage, and suggested: "It will be much more comfortable this way. Why torture your ass in the saddle?"

"This proposal is very good." Brian got into the carriage, lying comfortably on the straw, and his mount obediently followed behind the carriage.

Arman whistled at the horses, and the carriage started to 'clutter' along the country road.

(End of this chapter)