Quick Travel: Bringing Revenge System to Flirt with Han

It is difficult to make someone like him, but not easy to make him hate him?

"Starting from tomorrow, I am going to increase Imire's hatred value!"

Don't you cringe when you see him?

Row!

He must make Yimi Lei run away when she sees him. It is best if she is so breathless that she faints as soon as he stares at Yimi Lei.

"..." Bai Tuanzi twitched the corners of his lips speechlessly.

It’s the end of the month in a blink of an eye.

Rong Mo was already proficient in summoning magic, but he didn't try it for fear of summoning the evil dragon in the palace.

This was the day when Duke Berg returned. Rong Mo dressed up early and was accompanied by a group of maids and knights lining up to welcome him.

Far away, a carriage, slightly flying the flag of the Berg family, rumbled over.

A handsome man walked out from inside, with long black hair blowing in the wind in the sun, and a pair of dark green pupils like a forest, with the mysterious temperament unique to a magician.

Rong Mo never expected that Duke Berg would be a handsome guy? !

He is already so old, Duke Berg must be over forty in age.

That face is completely invisible. Duke Berg walks calmly and has an elegant temperament. After a few steps, she came to him and smiled at him lovingly.

Only then should we behave as kings and ministers, "See the sun of the empire, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince"

His voice is as elegant and charming as his temperament. I heard that his wife died young and has not remarried yet.

Still infatuated.

This is a wonderful man!

"Wake up! He's your grandpa!" Bai Tuanzi hit Rong Mo on the head, scaring him back to his senses.

"I'm just sighing, what are you thinking about?", he yelled at Bai Tuanzi.

The little bastard held a camera, "If you are hurting me, I will take a picture and show it to Xiu Jin."

"...", your sister!

That's great, now you're going to trick him, right?

Rong Mo clenched his little fists loudly, glared at Bai Tuanzi fiercely, and then turned away from reality. He stepped forward to help Duke Berg up, "Duke, please take a hard journey and come to the office to talk."

When he came to the office, he asked Kailin to stay outside, leaving only the grandfather and grandson in the room.

Duke Berg looked him up and down with loving eyes, "I heard about what happened at the birthday party. Do you want my grandfather to tell the emperor that she should be executed?"

It was the first time for Rong Mo to be a grandson to such a handsome man.

Looking at Duke Berg's handsome face, he felt uncomfortable all over.

So embarrassed that I picked my fingers.

"No need... I have something to trouble me with..." Rong Mo paused for a moment, and after thinking for a long time, he continued: "I would like to ask my grandfather to preside over a prayer ceremony and ask for God's blessing for the Norman Empire."

Duke Berg's pupils trembled slightly. It was not prayer time, but it was Rong Mo's request after all. After thinking about it, he nodded with a smile, "Okay, I promise you."

Rong Mo breathed a sigh of relief, this Duke really blindly doted on the original owner, yes, he was very satisfied.

He talked about another thing, "Grandpa, did what I asked you to do for me go well?"

"Well," Duke Berg handed a key to Rong Mo, "This is a strong key. You can ask whatever you want."

As he spoke, he took out a luxurious sun-shaped necklace from the jewelry box, inlaid with an egg-sized pink diamond in the middle, which reflected as brightly as the sun.

"This is the Eye of the Sun, a gift for you." Duke Berg stood up and put the necklace on Rong Mo's neck.

When it touches the skin, the necklace releases a warm current that spreads throughout the body.

This is a high-level magic necklace.

Looking at the young man who was made more noble by the necklace, Duke Berg was very satisfied. His hard work in finding magic materials to create this necklace was worth it.

Rong Mo lowered his head and glanced at the radiant Eye of the Sun.

He complained secretly, as if he was wearing a light bulb around his neck. If he went out somewhere, he would turn on the high beam before anyone passed by.

"..."

Weird thoughts came one after another in his head, and Rong Mo shook his head to bring his thoughts back.

Duke Berg knew the bloodline of the original owner, the black magician. His wife was a black magician from the magic tower, so the daughter inherited her mother's business. Now the original owner has inherited his mother's bloodline.

Heredity comes and goes, but no one inherits Duke Berg's magician bloodline.

It's outrageous enough.

Rong Mo sighed softly and said, "Grandpa, I want to go to the Magic Tower."

"What?" Duke Berg raised his eyes in shock and refused without even thinking, "No, it's too dangerous."

When he was young, he fell in love with his wife, who was a black magician. He was not that resistant to black magicians, but that did not mean that he accepted all black magicians.

His daughter inherited the blood of a black magician, but he did not let her come into contact with the magic tower.

Now he doesn't want Rong Mo to come into contact with the magic tower.

"If I don't go to the Magic Tower, I won't be able to learn black magic."

He rummaged through the history of the Normanst Empire and could not find any records about the black magicians. After the black magicians were defeated in the Magician War hundreds of years ago, all records about them were erased.

If you want to understand black magic, you can only go to the Magic Tower.

"If you don't learn black magic, your grandfather will protect you." Duke Berg still had some scruples.

Rong Mo couldn't trust his life to others. No one could rely on him. He still chose to insist, "Grandpa, father wants to pass the throne to Yimi Lei. You know, he..."

He hesitated to speak, looking lonely.

Duke Berg knew that after his daughter's death, Rong Mo longed for his father's care, which to him was tantamount to being abandoned by his father.

It must be very sad.

Father's love is something that even his grandfather cannot fill.

What's more, he can't stay in the palace forever and will soon return to the territory.

Thinking of the emperor, Duke Berg couldn't restrain the murderous intention in his heart. If it weren't for him, his daughter would not have died.

"I just want to be able to protect myself. Father, he will send his brother to the temple. Grandpa, you know I can't learn ordinary magic."

If he really enters the temple, even without summoning magic, his identity will gradually be revealed.

The magic produced by the magic bracelet is different after all. The temple is the closest place to the power of light, and the danger is self-evident.

Rong Mo wants to protect himself and learning magic that suits him is the most correct choice.

Duke Berg knew this. He had already lost his daughter, and he could not lose his daughter's child again.

Duke Berg sighed helplessly after struggling for a moment, "Okay, I will try my best to help you."

Become!

Rong Mo raised a smile and jumped into the arms of Duke Berg, imitating the original owner, "Thank you, grandpa!"

Magicians always carry the aroma of various medicines, and so does Duke Berg. Rong Mo smelled it slightly and it smelled quite good.

"Click"

Then there was the sound of taking pictures.

Rong Mo shuddered and turned around to see the little bastard holding a camera and taking a picture of him hugging Duke Berg just now.

"Delete it for me!" He pointed at the little bastard.

The little bastard ran away quickly, "Hey, host, if you're trying to hurt me, I'll show it to Xiu Jin!"

"That's my grandfather!" Rong Mo protested loudly.

"Do you think Xiu Jin believes it or not?" Bai Tuanzi swung his tail proudly, making Rong Mo clenched his molars in anger.

"Okay! Just wait for me!"

It was already night after seeing off Duke Berg, and the palace was lonely at night except for the sound of wind.

Rong Moping dismissed the maid, put on the magic robe left for him by Duke Berg, and jumped off the balcony. Two small wings protruded from the boots under his feet, dragging him steadily in the air.

The magic robe concealed his figure.

Rong Mo flew over the palace, looking down at the huge garden.

This is different from the feeling of flying with a sword.

He took out a disguise mask that he had not used for a long time and put it on his face. He thought of a mediocre face, but it didn't match his noble temperament no matter how he looked at it.

Sneaking out of the palace, this was his first time in the imperial city.

He was amazed by the scenery in front of him. There were gorgeous and colorful Romanesque buildings everywhere.

Rong Mo pulled his hat and ran quickly on the street, arriving at the prison where the black magician was imprisoned.

Two gloomy men wearing special magic shackles sat back to back.

Hearing the noise outside, he lazily opened his eyelids and took a look.

A man wearing a magic cloak with a slender boyish figure... and the appearance of an uncle appeared in front of him.

"Oh! My God", one of them was startled and accidentally bumped into the one behind him.

"Jeff, what are you doing? You bumped into me."

"I saw a very strange man," said the dark man known as Jeff.

"Are there any strangers than us?"

The word strange is usually used to describe black magicians.

He couldn't imagine anything other than them being weird...how weird.

"He's right there, you can look back for yourself"

The two of them discussed Rong Mo as if no one else was around.

Rong Mo’s head is full of black lines, do you think I don’t exist?

The magician also glanced at Rong Mo, "Oh! My God, it's really weird."

Rong Mo wanted to hit someone, but he felt that his fists were already thirsty.

"Excuse me sir, weren't your face and body born at the same time?"

The man asked sincerely, and the corners of Rong Mo's mouth twitched crazily. He appeared directly in the prison and punched the man.

"Shut up, you idiot, you look like this and you don't have the nerve to criticize me!"

The man who was beaten felt aggrieved. He and his companions were tied together and could not even fight back.

He could only stare at Rong Mo and shout, "You unreasonable guy! The God of Darkness will not forgive you."

"Bah, who wants his forgiveness?" Rong Mo crossed his arms and looked at them condescendingly, "Tell me the location of the magic tower."

"Humph, I will never betray my beliefs!"

Rong Mo looked at the other person.

"me too!"

“Hey, you’re pretty stubborn.”

Rong Mo sneered and nodded, his fingertips crossed his eyelids, his blood-red pupils bloomed like blood roses, and his ethereal voice echoed in their ears, "Come on, good boy, tell me the location of the magic tower."

"In the Hunyin Forest...", the two of them answered stupidly.

"The Spell to Enter the Magic Tower"

The two chatted for a while, but Rong Mo frowned and couldn't remember it for a long time.

Finally, Bai Tuanzi was called, "record what they said."